Failure Is Not Fatal
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Mos Espa, years ago.
Jacen shielded his eyes from the morning sun as the shadow of the small ship vanished into the sky.
![Trextan Voidstalker](/data/avatars/s/5/5228.jpg?1674380345)
Trextan was no longer a boy. He was a grown man who spent his time as a Warden of the Skies. Jacen had lost years with Trextan when the One Sith had captured the boy. He knew that he had been hasty in trying to mould him in his own image.
Now Trextan followed his own path and Jacen was proud of him for that.
When he could no longer see the silhouette of the ship, he lowered his gaze and turned away from the spaceport.
Jacen paused, fingers idly running through the scruff of his own beard. He could sense another presence through the Force.
He let out a tired sigh. Normally it was another Jedi Knight that wanted to seek out the exiled warrior and gain reputation by bringing him back into the war.
Easier to get this done with.
Jacen let his own hidden presence gradually unfurl about him. The Force swirled about him as he walked through the busy streets.