War. War never changes. It's been like this throughout all of history. People spill blood for what they believe in. They kill, butcher, maime. It's all the same. War will go on. It will end. It will begin again. That's what everyone thought, when the bombs hit.
Syrak, a young and powerful Jedi in training, was walking back to his quarters in the main temple on Tython after his meeting with Jedi Master S'dotio. The Jedi had always worked to make sure that all force-sensitives were trained properly, but only a select few ever got lessons directly from Master S'dotio. Syrak was one of those.
Master S'dotio was one of the strongest, wisest surviving members of the Jedi order. He was trusted and people looked up to him. He had defeated the empire in large battles more than once and he was an expert at battle meditation.
Syrak found him quite irritating. He was always giving lessons in riddles like his most recent lesson.
"A bird doesn't learn how to fly, until he takes a leap of faith," he said.
Syrak figured that after he had been training with Master S'dotio for a while, he would begin to understand what he meant. That, however, never really happened.
Syrak arrived back at his quarters to find a note recorded for him on his personal holocomm.
"Syrak," it said. "There's no time to explain, but you need to meet me at the Ancient Forge. I know you'll have questions but just leave. I'll explain when you get here. Master S'dotio out."
"What?" thought Syrak. "This doesn't make any sense."
Regardless of his confusion, he packed a bag with his training saber, a set of fresh robes, and as many ration bars as he could find around his room. Then, he left for the Forge.
The Forge, was where all Jedi made their first lightsaber. It was a sacred place. It was guarded by the Jurgoran, a green and yellow skinned creature that lived under the bridge that led to the Forge. It was known as the Forge Guardian by the Jedi that inhabited Tython.
Syrak arrived at the Forge in just under 3 hours. He had to fight through a few Guids, and a Flesh Raider, but other than that his trip was smooth. He arrived to see a Skyspirit-class Courier ship sitting in from of the forge. The name Sun's Destiny was written in white on the side. Master S'dotio was working on something on the side of the ship.
"Syrak! There you are. C'mon we don't have much time," he said.
"Um, Master? Exactly what is there not much time for?" Syrak questioned.
"We have to get off this planet. The empire has created a weapon that wil irradiate the atmosphere of a world and they're targeting Tython first. The Order has known for a long time that this would happen but they didn't know when. They created giant underground shelters called vaults so that the order can survive. I know its a lot to take in but we need to move. Follow me." And with that he began sprinting up the steps to the Forge.
Syrak didn't need to be told twice and sprinted after his master.
When he reached the top, Syrak saw a larger instrument than he knew existed. It was a table with different spheres that were used for meditating when making a lightsaber.
"Here, take these pieces and meditate there." He pointed to the Forge as he handed him the pieces.
Syrak took the pieces and began meditating at the Forge. As he meditated, the pieces he set down began levitating and fitting together. Before long, the pieces had become a lightsaber. The final piece was a lightsaber crystal.
Syrak got up and picked up the lightsaber. It was light in his hand but felt firm.
"Turn it on," said his master.
He did, and when the blade burst out, Syrak could see that the color of his lightsaber, was a beautiful black and purple blade.
Master S'dotio was as surprised as he was.
"I've never seen a blade that color," he commented. "It's really beautiful, though."
"Thank you, master," said Syrak.
Master S'dotio was still awestruck when Syrak reminded him of the task at hand.
"Shouldn't we get going, master? According to your message, we don't have much time."
"Yes, yes, we should. Let's get going."
They boarded the Sun's Destiny and began flight prep.
"Where are we going, master? If what you said is true, not many planets will be safe," inquired Syrak.
"You're correct that there's not many safe planets. There is one planet I know of though, that we should be safe at. Ossus. That's where we will finish your training, and that's where we will live until we are ready to fight back."
Syrak nodded and understood that his old life was over, he was going to have to rain until he was ready to fight back.
After another 8 minutes of flight prep, they were off to Ossus. Syrak looked out the cockpit window to see his home world disappear into the distance.
