Dark New Order
9
Barriss Offee shook her head, standing in the wings of the Senate building. Since the time that her Master died, she had not ventured off Coruscant much. Sometimes she thought about leaving, perhaps sneaking off in the middle of the night when most of the Temple was at rest. Pulling…an Anakin Skywalker, as it came to be named, was not quite what she had in mind.
Anakin…she sighed. Crossing her arms, she wondered where he was. For a month she heard nothing from him. None of the Jedi heard anything from him – not even Obi-Wan, which was really surprising. Anakin and Obi-Wan were inseparable. One just did not exist without the other. To have the two of them parted…it only showed the strain of the times.
Clearing her mind, she turned her attention back to the proceedings at hand. No one liked Senate duty, much like breakfast duty, but she volunteered for it. She liked watching all the traditional procedures of the Senate, to think that it had governed the Republic for over a thousand years.
Not that the Republic hardly existed anymore.
Privately, Barriss felt that while the Republic existed in name, it did not exist in value anymore. However, she was not about to admit this to any living soul. She was a Jedi. Her biggest duty, behind serving the Force, was to protect the Republic.
Out in the center of the large room, Palpatine stood up, his aides next to him. He shifted in his robes, glancing around at all the Senators.
His attire doesn't look too different from what we Jedi wear, Barriss thought grimly. Yet he seems to despise us so.
The Supreme Chancellor cleared his throat and the room fell silent. Next to Barriss, Master Yoda and Master Windu stiffened. They accompanied her today because there was rumor of Palpatine making a large statement that would change everything.
"Senators of the Republic, I stand before you on this sad day. We have seen war come and go, tearing apart our wonderful Republic. We have striven to defeat the threat that came out of the dark.
"And yet, today it seems that all our efforts were in vain. We have had no other choice but to lay down our arms – making peace with the aggressors so that the death may end. By doing this, we have shown the upper hand – displaying how we believe in a culture of freedom based on a high system of morals and standards."
Barriss snorted. Some culture of freedom she lived in. Mace gave her a sideways glance, but said nothing.
"The question we must ask ourselves though is this: how long will it be before our new neighbor decides that the territory it has is not enough? We have already seen how the Separatists do not hold up their promises. Surely we are not too blind to believe that they will not attack again.
"And so, we must make changes. We must reorganize ourselves so that this disaster will never happen again. Only through a New Order, for a new age, can we protect ourselves from the threat that lies beyond our borders, and from those which lie within.
"Senators, I lay down your duties to the Republic. I ask you to serve in the name of the Galactic Empire, to bring about a new era of peace and stability in the galaxy."
All three Jedi exchanged looks. Out in the Senate chamber, cheers and clapping rang out in great volume. Standing in the middle of it all, Palpatine looked rather pleased with himself.
As Barriss watched, something passed across Mace Windu's face. He turned back to her and Yoda, muttering under his breath, "This has gone too far. It cannot stand for long."
He took one last look at Palpatine then walked silently out of the building, robes rustling around him.
The newly declared Emperor Palpatine glanced around the Senate chamber. Through the Force, he felt someone leaving…there…just over the representatives from Chandrila.
Jedi Master Mace Windu.
Based on the applause around him, Palpatine knew that the rest of the galaxy would take the new regime better than the Jedi. Given that they would not have much choice in the matter, when it came right down to it. At least these Senators knew their place in the New Order. Palpatine hoped to be rid of them as soon as possible, but first he would need complete control – and that included someone to be his second in command, someone to do his bidding.
Knowing exactly who that would be, Palpatine dispatched those disgusting Neimoidians that started this whole war. General San Hill soon rose to serve his purposes, after he shunted the Neimoidians to the backgournd. Regardless of the General's genius – winning the Kashyyyk system and breaking the back of the Kuati shipyards – Hill would not have suited his needs.
Palpatine now needed someone that would have no issues with taking care of the Jedi problem.
For, before he could rid himself of the useless Senate, Palpatine knew he had to abolish the Jedi Order.
And with ten thousand of the little lightsaber-wielding Force-mongers scampering all over his galaxy, it was a daunting task.
But it was nothing that the one he had his eye on could not handle. Just a few more nudges and Anakin Skywalker would fall prey to the trap that Palpatine had laid for him and the rest of the Jedi all these years.
Palpatine glanced over to where Mace was leaving for the briefest of seconds before continuing his speech. After the slight pause, allowing for the applause to dwindle, he went on:
"Friends, colleagues, I welcome you to the New Order. We shall live in a time of stability. We shall have peace. While those who have broken from our ranks claim that the Republic is weak, we shall show them that we are strong.
"Never again will tragedy befall this galaxy at the hands of so few, such an elite group. All Jedi activity is to be ceased – to first gain control of our systems, we must gain control of the group who tried to break us. As all Jedi fall under my control, they are hereby ordered to remain in the systems they occupy. If they are suspected of treason, any action against the New Order, they should be turned over to the Empire to be dealt with."
Once more applause rang out through the chamber. These people wanted to take action against the Jedi. They had no love for those who failed to protect them. They knew that Palpatine was the one who could do that now.
It was all so easy. Almost too easy.
"The Jedi were part of an old era – an era that failed. And so these first steps must be taken to wash away the last stain of that greatest failure."
With these final words, Palpatine gave a final nod. The Senate clapped louder than ever, knowing that the speech was over. He could not help but smile to himself. Yes, it was all too easy.
Over the next several days, the Jedi Temple went from a place of calm serenity to one of barely contained panic. Masters scuttled about, trying to act as if nothing were wrong around the Padawans and younglings. Older Jedi talked behind closed doors or in corners with hushed whispers. Sometimes, communications with a Jedi outside the Temple would cease, leaving them to never be heard from again.
Caught between what they knew they should do, and what they knew would happen if they made a move against the new Emperor – it was all to clear what the Empire did to Jedi that were 'handed over' – the Temple became a pressure cooker festering stress, anger, and most of all, fear.
Obi-Wan finished watching the latest from the Holonet News and turned his datapad off. The news report had obviously been cut and changed, to suit the media's liking. It centered on another failing, another show of how the Jedi were to blame for the catastrophe in the galaxy. According to the media, and Palpatine's spin machine, the Jedi were an evil, self-centered group focusing only on their own potential advances.
Mace Windu's words replayed in his head: "We're going there only to save the ones we lost, Chancellor."
That had been on the eve of the battle of Kashyyyk. Obi-Wan knew that Mace had not meant those words in the way they were presented. The Jedi had gone to Kashyyyk to recover those they sent there, of course, but what was left out of the news report was that they went because Kashyyyk was already under attack. They were bound by their allegiance to the Republic to protect the system.
There was no way that a Jedi Master, especially Mace Windu, would say such a selfish thing.
At least Obi-Wan hoped so. The clip seemed so convincing, so seamless. Obi-Wan knew it had to have been cut; edited so that it best fit the motives of the person behind it. Only someone bent on destroying the Jedi would do such a thing.
Obi-Wan sighed, wishing he knew what to do. Suddenly, he stepped over to the door to his quarters, deciding that he would go see Anakin about all this. The young man always had some interesting take on galactic events. In the least, it would take his mind off things.
Then he remembered that Anakin was not there. He had not seen Anakin for a month.
For a second Obi-Wan paused, his hand above the control panel for the door. Certainly someone would have some idea of what to do. Leaving the room, he went in search of Yoda and Mace. Surely Mace would have something to say about this.
In just a matter of minutes, Obi-Wan found them sitting up in the Council chamber. It seemed so odd, just the two of them surrounded by all the empty chairs of the Council. A few of the Masters were spread across the galaxy, and a couple, such as Eeth Koth and Ploo Koon, had not been heard from since Palpatine declared his Empire.
Coughing slightly to announce his presence, Obi-Wan stepped into the room. Upon hearing the sound, Mace and Yoda turned to him.
"Young Obi-Wan. What troubles your mind?" Yoda asked softly, in the peaceful manner that only he mastered. "Unexpected you are, mmm."
"Master, I do not wish to interrupt anything…I just was wondering…" Obi-Wan trailed off, upon seeing the look on Mace's face.
"If seen the latest news, we have," Yoda finished for him. Obi-Wan nodded.
"Unfortunately we have," Mace said gravely.
Silence hung over them for a few seconds.
"I know it's not true. I remember what you said then," Obi-Wan commented suddenly, looking to Mace. "It seems to be the product of someone bent on destroying the Jedi."
"Many enemies we have in this time," Yoda said, setting his hands on the top of each other and resting his chin on them.
"And I can't even go out there to find them," said Mace regretfully. He left his chair and moved next to one of the many windows in the Council chamber. "They'll tear me apart faster than a starved rancor, Jedi or not."
Obi- Wan did not need the Force to know that this newest development rested heavily on Mace. He could not imagine what he would do if he were caught in the same situation – to be blamed single-handedly for the state of things in the galaxy… It was more than he could comprehend.
The look on his face must have suggested some sort of ignorance, for Yoda spoke. "More attacks on families of Jedi there have been. Not alone is your brother, Obi-Wan."
"What?"
"Just as dangerous for them, if not more so, as it is for us," Yoda answered.
Instantly, Obi-Wan's thoughts went to Anakin…he wondered what was happening to him, out there all alone. He wondered if he had been forced to go into hiding – or worse, turned over to the Empire.
Obi-Wan forced himself to stop thinking about Anakin. The young Jedi had to look out for himself now; Obi-Wan did not even know if he had lived long enough to see this day come…
Padmé.
She came to Obi-Wan's mind almost instantaneously, as a note to Anakin.
"Masters…I know of someone, someone of a Jedi family that may be in very real danger."
Mace and Yoda stared at him, wondering who in the world he was talking about.
"We have to help her, she has to be protected – if something were to happen, it would be disastrous." Obi-Wan's mind raced, trying to think of where he could send Padmé, and trying to talk about her without giving away her identity at the same time.
"Of someone not related to you, you speak," Yoda commented with a squint of his eyes.
"Yes, but all the same – we have to do anything to protect those we can. We are still Jedi, are we not?"
Something about those words stirred Mace. He turned to face Obi-Wan with all of his body, his eyes revealing that he was thinking harder than ever.
"What is so important about her?"
Obi-Wan stood his ground, choosing his words carefully in his response to the dark-skinned Master. "I know her to be pregnant with the children of a Jedi. If she is found out, then it would be our fault. We know about her, we have to help her and her unborn children."
Mace stared at him. "Obi-Wan…I never…"
In return, Obi-Wan gaped at Mace, understanding the accusation in Mace's unfinished statement.
"Not yourself this is," Yoda interjected. Relief passed over Obi-Wan's face for a second, to be erased by Yoda's next words. "Of someone close to Anakin Skywalker you mean. It is his children you speak of."
Mace looked from Yoda to Obi-Wan and back to Yoda. Something in Yoda's words led Obi-Wan to believe that the small green Master knew about the affair before he said anything. It was not at all impossible for Yoda to have felt the presence of two children most assuredly strong in the Force, being as they were the offspring of the Chosen One.
Taking a second before he confirmed Yoda's statement, Obi-Wan reached out to the Force for some guidance. He had to assure himself that he was not betraying Anakin by doing what he was about to do. Searching, he found nothing. Saddened, knowing that the twins were all that remained of Anakin Skywalker; Obi-Wan opened his mouth to come clean with the Masters.
"It's true. She's carrying his children. I don't know how long she's been pregnant, but from what I understand Anakin doesn't know. Padmé's tried to hide it – from everyone, including Anakin."
Mace's jaw dropped slightly, and Yoda had a look showing that many things now made sense to him.
"Right you are. Kept safe they should be. Know about them our enemies must not, including our new Emperor."
"Where do you plan on sending them?" Mace questioned.
"That's the problem. I have no idea, there's no safe place in this galaxy anymore for a Jedi," Obi-Wan replied bitterly.
"Look to your friends you must, Obi-Wan," Yoda advised.
Obi-Wan thought this over for a second then an idea came to him. "I know, how about Alderaan?"
"Alderaan" Mace repeated. "Good friends of the Jedi Senator Organa has been. Furthermore, he does not have any…blatant…disagreements with Palpatine."
Yoda nodded in agreement. "To Alderaan she must go. Obi-Wan, contact the Senator you must first. His approval we must have."
"I understand," Obi-Wan said. With that, he bowed. He left the Council chamber, hoping he was doing the right thing.
At the very least, he knew that if he knew of the current situation, Anakin would have wanted Padmé safe. It was the one last thing that Obi-Wan could do for his old Padawan, his brother. After this…it was time to let go.
"Alderaan?" Padmé asked Obi-Wan incredulously. "What in the blazes am I supposed to go there for?"
She put her hands on her hips defiantly.
"I know you want to stay here, but please. I'm just trying to look out for your best interest," Obi-Wan tried to reason with her.
Her eyebrows rose skeptically.
"Surely you know that it is too dangerous for Jedi, even for their families. If anyone finds out that you're carrying Anakin's children…"
The look of defiance on her face dared him make a further issue of it.
Obi-Wan went on, despite her boldness. "Surely you do not want anything to happen to your children. Moving you to Alderaan is the safest thing for all three of you right now."
"You really think someone would try and harm them?" she asked, having gone a ghastly pale white.
"I cannot say that I know of any direct threat right now…but I won't say that it's impossible. If someone were to figure out that those were Anakin's children, they might try and take you to use as blackmail to the Jedi – or even Anakin himself. We still don't know who this other Sith Lord is. He's out there."
Padmé nodded, taking it all in. She sat down on the couch, her shoulder slumping forward slightly. Everything about her seemed resigned.
"What should I do?" she whispered, her haunted voice barely audible. To Obi-Wan, it was the worst thing he ever heard in his life.
"Go. Senator Organa has agreed to let you stay at his palace. And you won't be alone. A few Jedi have agreed to go with you, to protect all three of you."
With those words, she gave him a confused look. "Won't the presence of more Jedi make it all more suspicious?"
"Jedi? Did I say Jedi? I meant…your brother and longtime friend of the Senator, Ben."
The small joke brought a small smile to her face. "Well, I guess I can't refuse, can I?"
Obi-Wan smiled in return. "You should get your things, then."
"What?" She gaped at him. "You mean we're leaving now?"
"Yes," he nodded. Her eyes darted around the small apartment, and she let out a soft sigh.
"I suppose…" she let the thought hang, not bothering to complete it.
After a second she got up and went to her small bedroom.
There, she shut the door behind her, leaning against it. Inside the room, it was very bare as she did not have many possessions to fill it with. Almost all of the things, including the bed, had come from the Temple. Even thought Padmé lived here for only a short amount of time, she had come to regard it as home – the only place she had left.
Now it was time to leave again – still a refugee.
It seemed so odd. She was a Queen. Thirteen years ago she became the hero of her people. And now…she was just another commoner, forced to stay in hiding.
A strong kick from one of the twins made her grimace. Sometimes they almost hurt, and she could feel that they were not content. The fact that they were already stressed out, probably due to her worries about the state of the galaxy, concerned her. It was sad that they would be raised in such troubled times.
However, if what Obi-Wan said was true…
For now she had to trust his judgement. She did not trust herself – it was partly her fault that such a mess had been made of things.
Without further abandon, she gathered what she would need and left the room, going back to where Obi-Wan sat. He looked her over in surprise – she carried nothing. Only a small pendant hung from her neck, made from some kind of pale wood. For a second he thought he recognized it, but could not place where from. He shrugged it off. If it were important, he would recall it later. If not…then it was nothing to be missed.
The trip back to the Temple passed quietly, neither Padmé nor Obi-Wan saying much. In almost no time, Padmé could see that the Jedi had planned this quickly but thoroughly, three Jedi and one very pregnant woman were ushered onto a small skipper (off Temple grounds) and left Coruscant space.
From here to there they jumped through hyperspace, trading ships several times during the journey. After an excessive amount of time, they arrived on Alderaan. Having been shown to her quarters, Padmé laid down on the soft bed.
Closing her eyes, she tried to think back to Naboo. Being here reminded her so much of her true home. The climate was not too different, and there was something comforting about the elegant palace – dissimilar as it was from hers. Padmé Amidala was not one to relish the luxuries of wealth, but she could not help associating them to home.
The sound of her roommate entering made her roll over.
There stood Barriss Offee. Padmé tried her hardest not to scowl.
This was the woman whom Anakin had been with just before left. Padmé was no fool – instantly she recognized the Jedi from their one-time meeting. She had been there, looking over Anakin in the medical wing of the Temple.
It was her fault that Anakin left. After all she had been there, had seen that last thing that pushed him over the edge. Padmé knew it was not right to blame Barriss entirely, but she also knew something happened the last time the two Jedi had been together.
Barriss acted as if she did not notice the irritation at her presence, but merely stepped over to the window to gaze outside.
"Your thoughts rest on Anakin," she said calmly.
And I thought being close to one Jedi was annoying, Padmé thought to herself. "Yeah," she muttered in response. No matter how she tried, Padmé could not force herself to be downright rude.
"You were there that day," Barriss continued. The meaning was clear enough.
So were you, Padmé shot back mentally. She sat up, her stare saying as much. Barriss held her gaze, not wavering.
"I don't know where he is anymore than you do," Padmé finally voiced. "If I knew, I wouldn't be here."
"How'd you come to meet him?" the Jedi woman asked, genuinely curious.
"I was with Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan when he was found on Tatooine," she answered simply. "And you?"
Understanding flooded Barriss's face. She paused a second before answering. "About three years ago – our Masters were sent on a mission together. He spoke of you even then."
Padmé flushed a deep crimson. "Just…what did he say?"
"Oh, nothing too incriminating. I don't even remember now what exactly it was, but something about this beautiful girl he knew once, a long time ago…" she trailed off. "Now I know who he was talking about."
Nodding, Padmé glanced down. Mulling this over, she bit her lower lip.
Anakin…
She missed him more than she knew was possible. If only she could go back, she could change things just enough so that he could be here with her instead of this – this other woman…
Anakin loves you. He would never.
The words offered her no comfort as she glanced Barriss over one more time. In her own way, the Jedi was beautiful. She carried an air of mystery about her, something that Anakin probably would find –
Stop. You know he never did.
Padmé knew it was true. But she needed to hear it from this other Jedi, to hear that she harbored no feelings for the one she loved…
"I never did," Barris said suddenly. It made Padmé jump slightly, she had been so absorbed in her thoughts she forgot the Jedi was still in the room.
"Excuse me?" Padmé asked, eyebrows raised.
"I never did. Anakin was never more than a friend to me, as Jedi do not form attachments."
Padmé held in a snort of disdain. Hearing those words, they sounded so stiff and cold, she could understand why Anakin got fed up with the Council telling them to him.
"Are you saying it was wrong for him to do what he did?" Padmé accused, not feeling that this Jedi deserved to hear Anakin's name.
"I do not judge. I knew that Anakin was doing things that perhaps the Masters would not condone, but it was not my place to decide whether they were good or bad. Anakin was…always different. Not many understood him."
Padmé nodded. Here was some sense. Before she could think anymore on it, Barriss spoke again.
"I know there were other Jedi like Anakin. There weren't many of them – but you could spot them in the Temple. They always resonated differently in the Force; you could tell they harbored something deeper in themselves."
"Did you ever know any of them?" Padmé thought back to what Anakin told her about what he felt through the Force because he loved her. It was something about being connected to it in a way he never heard the Jedi talk about.
"Personally? No. There were a few that hushed rumors spoke of…but Anakin was the only one I ever knew. And even still, I did not know until now. He never told me. I knew he had a secret though – the uncanny way he could sense the Force, the way it was part of him…"
This admission bolstered the opinion that Anakin voiced so long ago – that the Jedi were detached from the Force in this way. They had forgotten it, he said.
"It's my job to bring it back to them," he had told her.
"I don't know. There was a lot that troubled Anakin…and I always assumed that if he wasn't confiding in me, then he was getting advice from Obi-Wan, and if not Obi-Wan, then someone. I always knew there was someone outside the Order he was putting his faith in. And after I saw you that day…"
Padmé nodded, the meaning of the words clear. "Have you ever loved?"
Barriss shook her head no. "Never. Some Jedi do not fare well under the restriction of attachment. For me though…I have never had the desire for such things.
"I think we all have to do what we have to do. And I think Anakin did what he thought was best, what he had to do. Each one of us has a different destiny, and the Force pulls us towards that destiny. Whatever happens will happen, as it is the will of the Force."
Barriss stopped speaking, and glanced out the window again. She sighed. "I suppose we had better get ready for dinner. We're supposed to be dining with Bail Organa and his wife."
The mention of a meal brightened Padmé's thoughts. Until now she did not realize how hungry she was, and she knew that the two lives inside her would welcome the nourishment. Hopefully she would not make a fool of herself at the dinner table, she found herself succumbing to the most peculiar cravings as of late.
Getting off the bed, with a heave, she made her way to the ornate closet. Bail Organa promised that there would be sufficient necessities in the way of clothing and other such things upon their arrival, since they left on such short notice. Scanning the items, she found a beautiful blue gown that would serve the occasion very well.
"What are you going to wear?" Padmé called out to Barriss, much of her scorn for the other Jedi forgotten.
Barriss shrugged, motioning to her simple clothing. None of the Jedi had arrived in their traditional robes – deciding that it would be all too easy for an enemy to identify them as Jedi.
"That'll never do," Padmé advised, turning back to the closet. She pushed aside a large section of gowns that would never fit Barriss, as they were all maternity wear.
"What?" Barriss asked slightly surprised.
"We're having dinner with part of the Alderaanian royal family. It's going to be a formal affair. We've got to get you into something acceptable."
"Alright…" she trailed off, taking Padmé's word for it.
"Here."
Padmé pulled out a dark, midnight blue gown. It was made from the finest Hapan silk, and Barriss looked at it doubtfully. However, she came over and took the gown from Padmé's hands. She disappeared, going into the anteroom, and when she came back she was wearing the ornate thing.
"Much better," said Padmé approvingly.
Barriss gave her an awkward smile.
Dinner was a long affair. Trying to show the best hospitality for his new guests, Bail Organa's staff had been told to prepare the most elegant meal. In traditional Alderaanian fashion, five, not three, courses were served. Only the finest meats and foods were prepared. Never once did a scrap of the common nerf come onto the table. The most exotic drinks that Alderaan had to offer poured into the delicate crystal glasses from beautiful green glass bottles.
Padmé was surprised to see that only Bail Organa, his wife, and a very select few ministers in the Alderaanian governement attended dinner with them. Apparently, they wished to keep the presence of the refugees quiet. Despite the circumstances of their visit, she found herself completely at ease. Navigating her way through such tedious things as formal dinners was nothing for the Queen of Naboo. A part of her could almost pretend that this was just another diplomatic visit; another alliance was to be made this night…
"Bail and I have always wanted to have a child – especially a daughter," Breha Organa said, bringing Padmé sharply into reality. Her head snapped to attention, watching the Minister of Education closely. Next to her, Bail took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.
"You're very lucky to have been blessed with a child," she continued.
Padmé could only stare.
"We've talked many times of adopting a child, and most of all a baby girl," Bail cut in, with a glance to his wife. She smiled ever so slightly. "We wish you the best of luck in raising your family."
Padmé forced herself to smile. One of her hands went to her stomach protectively. There was no way she would give up one of her children to be raised by strangers. To not be able to have them though – that was another horror she now found hard to contemplate.
After all, the twins were all that she had left of Anakin. She didn't even know if he was alive, and if he was, when, or if, she would see him again.
He's alive. You know it. You'd know if he had died.
This time apart from him was proving to be the worst of her life. The death of her family nearly a year ago echoed hollowly in her mind. It seemed so far away, and the life she had before that seemed as if it belonged to someone else whom shared the name Padmé Amidala. Surely it had not been her that lived in the Theed Palace and governed a whole planet only when she was fourteen years old.
So much of her life had been taken up by Naboo and politics that she hardly knew how to live without them. She had no other place in the galaxy; she was displaced and lost, her one purpose having been violently stripped away from her.
Then…she met Anakin.
Well, met Anakin again, that is.
He was someone who understood her. He was just as lost as she was, just as confused. Together they found that they had more in common than they thought. They shared a fundamental bond on such a deep level that they could understand each other without having to try.
Oh, she was older than he, thus able to understand a few more things than him, but it didn't matter. It had been so startling to see the handsome young man that the little boy from Tatooine grew into – who could blame her for being attracted to him?
Now she sat here, far from home and far from Anakin. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she would end up as a ward of the Jedi, let alone fall in love with one. Forget the idea of that Jedi being their most revered one. And forget that she would be a refugee pregnant with his children.
It almost seemed like too much. Part of her longed for the days of the Nabooian court – they seemed like such simpler times…
No.
Padmé knew that she would not trade the brief time she had with Anakin for anything. For now, all she could do was sit here, make it through this dinner, and carry with her the hope that someday she and Anakin would be reunited.
If not that, then father and children would be together at the Jedi Temple.
Someday.
It was all they had left.
But for now, there was only this moment.
To be continued...