A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. . .
Following the devastation of the Clone Wars, the Jedi Order was all but extinct. All that remained of their legacy were the tales told of their great exploits throughout the galaxy. On the small planet of Ilo, the Elder gathers his village at the Temple of Five to share one such tale.
"Come my children. For today we remember the Five who fought so bravely to protect our world from the darkness," said the Elder from the temple grounds. Standing in the middle of a great field of fire grass, the small temple rose out of the ground. It was made of five stone columns and a single raised platform, in the middle of which stood a single stone. Approaching the center platform, the Elder turned to the audience. "Here we all stand in the Temple of Five, built by our fathers to honor the heroes of Ilo." The Elder turned and placed his hand on the stone. A bright light began to flow from stone and strange ghost-like images appeared as if out of air. "The Memory has begun," said the crowd as the images of five strange shadows appeared upon the temple platform. "Let us begin."
"Long ago, before the Empire, before the Darkness came to power, there was the Republic. It was a great time for our galaxy in which we all lived in peace and happiness. Then came the Separatists. Controlled by the Darkness, they sought war upon us all. Far and wide, their armies of metal marched across the stars, destroying all in their path and forcing many to join their cause. Soon, the Darkness cast its shade over the skies of Ilo. To many, hope was forgotten. Their droid armies numbered in the thousands and their leader, Boz Elsya was ruthless in her campaign to capture our people." As the Elder spoke, images arose from the Memory. Thousands of skinny droids clanked throughout the crowd. Children screamed as the ghosts passed through them, and high above them, an image of a strange woman with gray, wrinkly skin and eyes that glowed an eerie yellow laughed so sinister that it chilled the air. "Do not fear my children. Hope was forgotten, but not lost. For the Republic was guarded by Light. They were known as the Jedi Order, great defenders of peace and justice. It was the Jedi that stood against the Darkness along side their clone armies and fought for the good of the Republic." Images of great starships filled the sky, men clad in white armor marched through the fire grass, and odd little droids on three legs rolled about. "Followers of the light, they were. Running head first into to battle with their swords a blaze, they held the Darkness at bay. And as the Darkness descended upon our world, it was not long before they arrived. The Five.
The Elder's words echoed across the hills of the Great Fire Plains. Behind him the shadows began to stir at the mention of the Five. Slowly, they stepped forward into the light, their features now shown with great brilliance. There they stood at the edge of the platform, grand paladins of the galaxy, saviors of freedom, Jedi of the Republic. In the center stood the tallest of them, a man with a black vest and pants, under which he wore a white robe. His face and hair were darker than the others, and his eyes shone a piercing black, but upon which contrasted a smile ever so calm and friendly. "This, my children, is the Jedi Master Gabrall Zhantos, a master of the art of combat and the unwavering smile. A man of great honor and kindness he was. Everywhere he went he worked to ensure the happiness of others. In battle though, there were none who could compare to the art that he created. Yet even in battle, he would show great kindness and remorse to his opponents. Never once did his smile fade, nor shall it ever will. Now, beside him stands his padawan." The Elder points to a slightly shorter man to the left of Master Gabrall. The young man had delicate features to his face and his hair was short with a long braid descending from the left side of his head. His build was smaller than Gabrall's and he wore a brown robe more fitting of a Jedi. "His name was Mathan Gu-Hit. Though nearly the same age as his master, he was merely a padawan for he was discovered late in life. Brought to the Jedi academy, he became fast friends with his future master and when his friend became a Master, Gabrall requested that Mathan become his padawan. For even though Mathan was sometimes shy and uncertain about his place amongst the Jedi, Gabrall saw within him great potential in the Force."
The Elder then proceeded to the two women on the right of Mathan. One was dressed in a beautiful purple garment that hung to the ground and her brown hair curled in an elegant style. Her face was calm yet stern. The other was dressed in more traditional Jedi robes. Her face appeared more carefree with her gentle smile and her black hair hanging straight to her shoulders. "Now these two women were more than they appeared. Separately, they were powerful Knights, each with their own specialty. But together they were an unstoppable force on the battlefield, complimenting each other perfectly and moving completely in sync. Jedi Knights Melandi Tolome and Gadina Kiim. Melandi was a member of the Jedi Healers. She was a gifted healer as a well a master of telekinesis. Gadina was a soft-spoken Jedi. A master of diplomacy, she was well versed in etiquette and politics, but she was also gifted in the Jedi art of mind altering abilities, a talented student of the Jedi Mind trick. Apart they were strong, but together they had perfected the Jedi Force Meld, the ability to act as one. For with them, two heads were truly better than one." The Elder laughed. He paused for a moment as he stared upon the final image. A young woman dressed in a brown shirt, black pants, and a large cloak that dragged along the bottom. Her hood concealed part of her face, but what could be seen were her long, curly brown hair and the sadness and fear hidden behind her light and delicate features. "And this, my children, is Cath Lunastar. She was a talented young Jedi who had just recently been assigned to Jedi Melandi as her first padawan. New to the battlefield, she was not yet prepared for the scars of the Clone Wars. These, my children of Ilo, are the Five, the great heroes who gave their lives to protect ours! Today we honor them, by retelling their story of honor and sacrifice." The Elder projected his voice toward the crowd. The great hills echoing and enhancing it. He turned again to the Memory and placed another smaller stone on top of it. As he did, the images began to move once more. The battle fought amongst the Great Fire Plains of Ilo was about to be fought once more.
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