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The Knights Of Tomorrow

Founded by Pahul Vitorbreeze within the Jedi Academy on Corellia, The Knights Of Tomorrow consists of Jedi Knights in training looking to develop the Jedi skills necessary in preparation to defend the code of the Jedi and the Honorary Force. When founded and approved, Some time ago, Master Vitorbreeze, along with several other council members, gathered additional funding to have the approval for a land development off site about a quarter-mile from the academy itself. There would be a house/hotel built with dormitories for the students in training.

With a dedicated training facility, operations center, library and several miniature shops, it was and still is considered a promising institution. Glass murals depicting ancient Jedi history and important political figures decorate the halls of the K.O.T. The instructors divide the students into several groups. Knight initiate, Learner, and Cadet. Each class has its own wing for room and board. Master Vitorbreeze also enrolled his two daughters, Zoe and Reylin, whom he gave no favors to, and had them learn and take the steps necessary to becoming an honorary Jedi Master. Of course, after graduation of the academy, you are paired with a Master for the galactic adventure of a lifetime.
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Unfortunately, life took a turn for the worse for Master Vitorbreeze, and he retired from the Academy as an instructor. However, he offered counsel and advice to the young and eager minds when he could. His daughters became Cadets of the Learning Academy and sent word to the core and deep core within the Galactic Alliance, offering their hand as elite teachers of the force.
 
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SOMETIME AGO


The morning she was discovered was unnaturally still.


Tyrena, usually thrumming with the echo of launch thrusters and the hiss of steam from repulsorlift pads, was blanketed in a strange fog that clung low to the ground, smothering the city's usual chaos. It was the cycle's coldest dawn in over a decade—recorded, but largely ignored in the databanks of Corellia's overworked planetary relief services.


A patrol droid—designated RX-45—was making its routine sweep of the industrial district near the Old Sector 9 Dockyards, a rusting graveyard of forgotten tech, derelict freighters, and shuttered outposts. Most avoided the place. Not just because of the rot and radiation pockets but because it felt off. Locals called it "The Echo Quarter"—a place where sounds went missing and time seemed to skip.


RX-45 detected a heat signature near a defunct Jedi waystation—an old outpost abandoned , left to crumble under oxidized durasteel and the weight of memory. At first, the droid assumed it was a malfunction, maybe a glitch from residual energy readings. But then came the unmistakable sound: a baby's cry, soft and slow, as though muffled by snow.


There, at the foot of the sealed blast doors, lay Tahti-Na.


She was wrapped in a worn but remarkably preserved thermal cloak, stitched with a faded emblem: a stylized double-helix wrapped around a rising sun—the crest of Research Station Zeta-13, a fringe Outer Rim lab long thought lost during the final chaos of the Clone Wars. The symbol hadn't been seen in a long time.


The infant wasn't crying out of hunger or fear—only to announce her presence. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking. Light blue and strangely lucid, as if watching rather than seeing. Her skin was shock-white, nearly luminous, and her bald head had a faint shimmer in the fog, like frost under moonlight.


When the relief officers arrived, expecting a medical emergency, they were stunned by the child's eerie silence. One officer, a veteran of warzone aid convoys, later wrote in his report:


"I've never seen a baby calm in the middle of a place like that. She looked at me like she already knew the outcome of our meeting."

It wasn't long before Jedi liaisons were alerted. Her midi-chlorian count, registered during a standard health scan, was off the charts. More curious still was her complete lack of distress during the exam, even when exposed to simulated combat stressors. She didn't flinch. She didn't cry. She only stared.
 
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Zoe Vitorbreeze

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CURRENT


The midday sun filtered through the tinted skylights of the Knights of Tomorrow Academy, casting pale blue streaks across the polished floors. The hum of distant lightsaber training mixed with the soothing chants of meditation halls. Corellia's wind whispered through the open courtyards like a breath from the Force itself.


Zoe Vitorbreeze stood at the edge of the sparring ring, lightsaber in hand, twirling it absentmindedly as her opponent—a cocky Mirialan Padawan named Tyven—taunted her with a smirk.


"Still thinking, Vitorbreeze? Or are you just waiting for the Force to fight for you?"


Zoe grinned. "No, I'm just giving you time to rethink your life choices."


Tyven lunged, but Zoe was faster. Her bright green blade clashed with his green one in a snap-hiss of motion. She danced around him with a slight chuckle escaping her mouth, agile and fluid—each strike punctuated by her sharp wit and even sharper instincts. A crowd of students began to gather, whispering, some cheering.


From a shaded bench nearby, Reylin Vitorbreeze Reylin Vitorbreeze watched with folded hands, her expression calm, yet eyes alert. Her fingers traced the outline of her mother's pendant, feeling the rhythm of her sister's movements through the Force. Zoe was always brilliant in combat—fiery, unpredictable, and bold. Reylin, on the other hand, preferred stillness and subtlety.


Zoe disarmed Tyven with a clever feint and a grin.


"Maybe next time," she said, offering him a hand.


Before Tyven could answer, a ripple shot through the Force—subtle but undeniable.


Reylin stood. "Did you feel that?"


Zoe turned, her smile fading. "Yeah... something's off."
 
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At that moment, the central gates of the academy opened, and she walked in.


Tall for her age, with pale skin and no hair, the girl moved with quiet purpose. Her clothing was a mix of worn traveler's gear and ceremonial robes that didn't belong to any known Jedi sect. On her back was a staff—simple, yet carved with strange symbols. Her cold feet would move cautiously, one in front of the other as if unsure where the next step would be.


Her name preceded her, passed in hushed murmurs from Knight to Padawan: Tati-Na, a transfer from a forgotten enclave on the edge of Wild Space. Few knew her full story, only that her arrival was... unexpected.


She paused as she entered the courtyard, light blue eyes scanning the crowd until they met Reylin Vitorbreeze Reylin Vitorbreeze . For a moment, it was like time stilled—two threads in the Force tugging at one another across an invisible distance.


Tati-Na approached the sisters, her voice smooth and steady.
"You're the daughters of Master Vitorbreeze."

Zoe Vitorbreeze Zoe Vitorbreeze
 

Zoe Vitorbreeze

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Zoe tilted her head. "Depends who's asking..... And who or... What are you?"

She asked as others looked on. Zoe's demeanor was offensive, and it was meant to be. As if someone sucked the air out of the room instantly with that statement.
 

Reylin Vitorbreeze

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Reylin stepped forward.

"Training has begun... This academy welcomes ALL." She reassures Tahti-Na Tahti-Na as her sharp glare locks eyes with her sisters. "If my instincts are correct, you did not just arrive here. Even though this is your first time amongst us."
 

Zoe Vitorbreeze

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"Well this will be fun. After our training... Remind me to speak to Father about ALL that are welcome here..."



Three days had passed since Tahti-Na's quiet "Entrance" at the academy training hall.


Three days of strange glances.


Three days of barely any sleep.


Zoe couldn't put her finger on it, but every time she passed Tahti-Na in the halls, or caught her sitting alone in the archives staring at nothing, her instincts coiled like a cornered nexu. Something was off. Wrong. Too still. Too quiet.

Now, the three girls stood together in the training garden's upper terrace, overlooking Corellia's plains. The view should've been calming, the scent of flowering moss and drifting pollen familiar and grounding. But the tension in the air could be sliced with a blade.

"Why is she even here?" Zoe muttered under her breath as they walked behind Tahti-Na. "She doesn't talk to anyone. She just watches."


Tahti-Na Tahti-Na
 
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"You didn't need to." Tahti-Na turned, her blue eyes glinting like metal in sunlight. "Your thoughts broadcast like comlinks."
 

Reylin Vitorbreeze

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As Zoe's hand drifted toward her saber,

Reylin stepped between them fully now, her calm starting to crack. "This isn't a duel. We're here to train. Master Vitorbreeze assigned us as a team, remember?"
 
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Tahti-Na tilted her head at that—slowly, eerily—like a bird hearing a distant sound. "You think I'm dangerous."

"I'm not," Tahti-Na continued. "I just remember things differently."

That statement hung in the air like a question no one asked.
 
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Tahti-Na knelt down beside a flowering moss patch and gently placed her palm over the soil. The ground trembled slightly. The nearby plants shifted and twisted, reaching toward her skin—not with the randomness of nature, but as if… responding. Obeying.


A flower bloomed in seconds. As the sisters looked onward, Tahti_Na continued.

"I don't manipulate," Tahti-Na said. "I just know what things need. What they want to be. You may see this as an abnormality. Like myself, but it is not."

Tahti-Na stood, her eyes glowing faintly for a moment, like a reflection of stars in a deep well.

"You're scared of me. Perhaps you should be."
 

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