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Avengers Infinite Wars Chapter 113: The Galaxy keeps on turning…
Black.
When one wears such a color, it holds several correlations.
Staring into the abyss of the unknown.
An association with dark and evil forces.
Yet at the same time, a kind of indomitable power, status and a sense of professional formality.
But today… the color black was to be worn for mourning.
Together, the Avengers were garbed in suits and dresses of black, all carrying solemn and somber expressions as they walked together to their destination.
And they were not the only ones.
The Jedi were here in force as were large swaths of the Clone army, Senators and noticeable new faces within the GAR, being the new recruits to the army.
A few dozen Mandalorians were here as were the entirety of the Guardians of the Galaxy save for one raging bald acolyte. The people of the warrior culture were garbed in ceremonial clothing and armor.
The Jedi had their hoods drawn over their heads and the senators wore clothing that reflected the collective mood on Coruscant.
And it wasn't just limited to the city planet.
Across the galaxy, millions to billions of individuals were gathered en masse, all either tuning in via Holo-Transmission or having something of their own for this occasion.
This occasion being the memorial service to the fallen during the Age of Ultron from his initial onslaught to his defeat.
The Clones all stood at attention, be it in uniform or armor.
None wore their helmets at this time, postures straight, arms to their sides and heads held high. They held an air of stoicism that was belied by glossy and haggard eyes.
Most funerals happened days earlier across the known galaxy, given some wanted to work through traditions or get them out of the way. Others, however, wanted to wait for enough of the dead to be collected for proper rights.
There was also the simple matter of collecting and finding the bodies of the dead, accounting for those that were missing and such. It was to be a long, arduous and undoubtedly heartbreaking process.
Yet that was on the back burner in the here and now.
So many had gathered in attendance for this mass funeral and memorial service, honoring all of the fallen across the galaxy. There were platforms, levels, balconies, ships, everything and everywhere that people would stand upon to witness the procession.
They all watched in silence, be it in the presence of the thousands upon thousands of coffins all lined up within a transport ship or watched from holo-vids and transmissions.
Multiple large convoy ships were hastily constructed for the express purpose of this memorial service. They would serve as the final resting places of the fallen, those who were unable to get proper burials and would all be jettisoned into the sun of Coruscant.
The names of the deceased were displayed for all to see.
The Clones, in particular, felt their hearts clenching up at the millions upon millions of their brothers that perished.
Most would only be identified by having a CT number as the only means of identifying and even giving them a nod of their own existence. Yet that changed when they started listing the personally chosen or given names to all the clones with their CT numbers, even their unit and battalion/legion/corps.
Many who were in attendance that were nearby Clones offered their sympathies and condolences.
The loss of life was staggering yet it was these brave men, this gargantuan Band of Brothers that had likely suffered more than any other group of people in the galaxy.
Of the once two billion clones that were in the Grand Army of the Republic, seven to eight hundred million were either killed, converted or both within the final push against Ultron. Most of those being in the now-dead world of Kamino.
The Neimoidians suffered greatly as well with the loss of their world yet luckily for them, they were spread out enough across the galaxy where their species wasn't in any imminent threat of extinction.
Only the Geonosians could surpass the loss of the Clones, their species being all but extinct after Ultron decimated their home world.
The Jedi filled their temples to the brim with attendees. Whereas the living were indeed present, it felt like those who joined the Force were there as well.
The temple's Great Assembly Room, the largest room in the entire structure held the majority of those in attendance. At the center were multiple pyres set up where the bodies of the fallen Jedi had all been placed, be they perishing from battle or the converted who were also taken back home.
Slowly, the pyres were all set ablaze, and several dozen Jedi sat around these burning bodies, concentrating on the Force to allow for the disbursement of smoke from the temple.
The Jedi were all in complete silence, listening to the crackling of the fire, hoods drawn over their heads, eyes reflecting the raging blaze that slowly consumed their fallen brothers and sisters. There was a feeling of somber remorse yet content that they were able to at least lay their brethren to rest and that those who had been converted were freed from the shackles of Ultron.
They all felt the Force, surrounding the assemblage of Jedi as if it were a slow-moving twister, gently taking the spirits of each individual Jedi, guiding them into the uniting Force.
On Mandalore and many other planets within their system, the dead lay on a litany of tables. Those who were warriors were given the pyre whereas the non-fighters merely had a cloth draped over their bodies.
Each clan did their own ceremonial burials yet all were united in the ways of the Mandalore once the clan rites had been done.
These warriors fought for their clans. Fought for their homes. Fought for their warrior way of life and above all else, fought for the people of Mandalore.
Times will be hard for recovery. To rebuild. The amount of time for things to relatively return to normal will be impossible to predict. It'll be costly. Financially, spiritually, emotionally.
But they would endure.
Like all times of strife, the Mandalorians would not buckle but rise to the challenge, reforged and remade as Beskar, stronger than before.
Yet not all was as somber and sorrowful as some would expect.
A large number of those who had been converted by Ultron's machinations had actually survived. Surprising as it was, the massive trojan virus disconnected them and they more or less are alive. There are some, shockingly, that are not dead but are all comatose and being put into stasis and carbonite for study on the effects of Ultron's conversion and how to undo them if that is possible. A fraction of them only needed surgery, depending on the amount of cybernetics needing to be removed or salvaged. Untold amounts of therapy, both mental and physical, will be needed in the future for them to get back on the right track.
It was all a complicated endeavor, one that would undoubtedly take a great deal of time but those who were with them would be there every step of the way.
A movement of the Ithorian people had sprung up in masse, those who were closely connected to the Force offering their services to virtually everyone.
The Jedi did the same as did many Republic, Separatist, Mandalorian and Ravager worlds.
The war between the Republic and CIS may not officially be over but right now, war was the last thing on a majority of the galaxy's mind.
The funeral/memorial processions went on, ending with something that made the hearts of the Clones burn brightly.
Unveiling in front of both the Senate building and the Jedi Temple was something no Clone would have expected.
It was a statue of 99 standing by a Clone, the deformed Clone's old smile recreated to near perfection, a hand on the back of the regular Clone in the same encouraging fashion every trooper was familiar with.
The damn had broken by that point, many clones either openly sobbing or silently allowing tears to streak down their faces.
Many had even openly cheered for the reveal, the sacrifice and noble heroism of 99's last, defiant moments against Ultron still fresh on their minds.
It had been a long day…
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"What now?"
Captain Rex of the 501st tilted his head in the direction of Wolffe, the Commander of the 104th.
These two were seated in a room with a large table, being a part of a gathering of the many clone Captains and Commanders of the GAR.
"Mind being specific?" Rex asked.
"Ultron's dead and gone. But what now?" Wolffe quietly said.
"Once again, be more specific." Rex emphasized.
The artificial-eyed Clone grunted, crossing his arms with a haggard sigh coming out.
"Kamino is a dead planet. No more clones will be produced. Even then, Cham Syndulla's conscription bill is still in effect as new recruits are coming in droves."
There was a beat of silence.
"Is that really a bad thing?" Commander Bly of the 327th asked aloud.
Again, another moment of silence.
"Maybe? Not really? Who knows," Keeli remarked, running a hand over his shaved head. "Sure the influx after the fight was alarming, but I think the people are just wanting to distract themselves."
"Is that really it?" Gree murmured.
"In part, but clearly more to that. A number of clones already volunteered to properly oversee and teach the recruits. Will take a long time for them to be up to snuff with the clones, given they weren't bred for that sort of thing." The Clone Captain of the 71st Legion stated. "That's been dominating my legion for some time now after… after General Di's death."
"I've been called upon as well." Commander Cody spoke up. "General Kenobi is joining me. We're to instruct a fresh batch of new troopers within the coming weeks."
"Even General Kenobi is joining?" Captain Rex said in surprise.
"He won't be the only one." Wolffe now spoke again. "General Plo and I will be doing the same. My general told me that General Syndulla and Senator Amidala pointed out that Jedi are usually the ones leading the armies. Therefore, training with Jedi generals are needed so that they can get accustomed to them."
"And General Kenobi stated it's the best way to filter which of these new recruits would work with which corps or legion." Cody tacked on.
"Would've thought they'd just go back to whatever things they typically do as Jedi." Commander Bacara mused aloud.
"You and every other person out there." Said Commander Ponds.
"Unlikely." Bly stated. "General Secura told me the Jedi are gonna be splitting their time doing a whole bunch of things."
"Like what?"
"In case you forgot, they recently rediscovered their home world," The Commander of the 327th held up his hand, listing everything off with his fingers. "Rediscovered lost knowledge, reconnecting with that knowledge, spreading themselves out across the galaxy while still maintaining their duties to the Order, the Republic and to us. General Aayla made sure to drill it into my head that they weren't about to abandon us so suddenly. Besides, let's not forget that officially, the war is still on."
There was a pause at the mention of the war, many frowns and looks of conflict and uncertainty on that matter.
"Any word from the Seppies?" Commander Gree of the 41st Legion asked on behalf of the collective.
Wolffe shook his head. "Mostly word of mouth. Nothing definite, but they're worse than us right now. Them getting hurt the most given they hardly had a proper military with like 75-90% was composed of clankers."
"I doubt it was that high of a number." Bacara grunted.
"I know, but sometimes I thought it was that amount."
"There haven't been any moves made between any of the factions." Commander Thire of the Coruscant Guard now spoke. "But I have heard meetings are being established and planned between the leadership of both sides."
"Other parties are supposedly involved." Commander Thorn added. "I heard from Senators Organa and Mothma directly that the Coruscant Guard is to be on standby when these meetings take place."
"With the amount of tension now, not surprising they're brought in for 'em."
Silence filled the space as the clones took some drinks to collect their thoughts.
"What else is there?" Ponds casually asked with a wry look. "I doubt that's all there is to discuss."
"I think the problem is we have too much to discuss that we don't know where to continue." Cody murmured, getting mirthless chuckles from his brothers. "Anything else, brothers?"
He was met with no response, the Commanders and Captains all taking a moment to themselves when…
"What's this I hear about more recruits to those Mystic guys." Bacara said, the stray thought crossing his mind.
"What now?" Bly said in surprise.
"Right, Echo told me about this." Rex spoke up. "I'm surprised you don't know about this Bly. Lucky has actually been selected to be able to use that magic stuff they use. It would seem he has the potential to do so."
"That's news to me."
"He's not the only one." Cody now said. "Waxer is also on the list."
"As is Booster." Wolffe tacked on.
Commander Gree coughed into his hand, looking a bit out of place. "Actually, brothers," He saw all eyes on him, a look of clear surprise evident for him to see. "Yeah, me too. I was actually notified by my General and Commander. The latter is also going because she has been informed that she too possesses the potential to use their power. They're gathering and looking for more potential recruits before they… I dunno, start their first lesson? Take us to this Kamar-whatever place where they're holed up. I'm waiting on Commander Offee's word."
"So when will ya'll get deployed for training?"
Gree made an iffy hand gesture. "Soon-ish. I'd say in a manner of days. Get affairs in order with what happened taken care of instead of throwing us right to it."
"Quite the courtesy 'em sorcerers are giving you lot." Wolffe commented.
"They know we still have our responsibilities to attend to." Gree said in complete seriousness. "Despite us getting the chance to learn and all, they know our duties remain with the Republic first. This is just our way of being able to give even more to it."
Rex hummed to himself, the thought of his duty to the Republic replaying in his mind. That thought remained well after the meeting he had with his brothers concluded, the man walking alone down the corridor towards the hangar bay where the 501st was stationed on Coruscant.
He had been absorbed in his thoughts so intently, he failed to sense the person running up behind him. Said person pounced on him and at first, his instincts screamed to kick in when they were immediately placated by a girlish giggle followed by a loving kiss on his cheek.
"There you are, handsome." Deliah cheerfully and lovingly said, making him turn to her.
"Deli-Mmph." He was silenced by her lips upon his, a deep and lustful kiss that conveyed an intense passion and love that nearly overwhelmed the Clone Captain.
The Zeltron pulled back, face slightly flushed, giggling all the while at the expression of her lover as she snuggled up against him.
"Forgive the continued insubordination," She teased, making small circles on his chest with her finger. "I just can't get enough of my Captain, oh Captain."
Rex was flustered, his cheeks heating up while Deliah angled herself to pepper his chin and cheeks with more kisses.
This has been practically every single interaction of theirs ever since… that night…
Whenever they were alone, Deliah was all over the clone captain, completely shameless in her intentions and wants, showering the man with more lust, love and affection than he knew what to do with. And what blew his mind was how quickly she was able to snap back into professionalism, or at least her version of it, whenever they were with the rest of the legion.
She was still openly affectionate to him and it didn't help that General Skywalker and Commander Tano encouraged it but she was able to conduct herself in a manner that makes the 501st proud.
What does all this mean?
Rex was being "abused" in the most loving way possible with her increasing her output after that party night.
And… by the Force, he'd be an idiot to deny the euphoria he felt that night.
Deliah made him work for it and before long, they were both a panting, sweaty heap on the bed, his lover lying atop him with nothing in between them.
"Got a lot on your mind, don't ya Rex."
Her voice broke him out of his thoughts, making him look down at the look of concern she now had.
"Is everything alright?" Blue rolled her eyes, internally berating herself for that question. "As well as it can be."
Rex stared at her and released a sigh, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer.
"A lot."
She gave him a strained smile. "Isn't that for everyone?"
Rex snorted, shrugging his shoulders. "Just got out of a meeting with most of the Captains and Commanders of the army. Had a lot to discuss and all."
"I can imagine." Deliah softly said, reaching up to delicately trace her hand over his cheek. "Oh Rex, you may not show it but you carry so much on your shoulders."
"Do I?" He rhetorically asked.
"More than you realize." Blue muttered, leaning forward. "But you need not burden yourself with these thoughts. I'm here. You can always talk to me."
Rex furrowed his brows, contemplating her words.
"Just… a lot of stuff we had to talk about."
His Zeltron lover said nothing, patiently waiting for him to further elaborate.
"Everything, the state of the galaxy, our brothers…" Rex looked away, expression now more grim and somber. "Kamino… our home… our place now in the galaxy."
Deliah made a face that conveyed empathy and sadness, pulling Rex in for a loving hug.
"Oh Rex," She whispered, hoping to soothe this pain he had, gently rubbing the back of his head.
The Clone Captain said nothing, simply closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax into her embrace, feeling a lingering kiss on his cheek, one that conveyed love and kindness. They stayed there, in each other's arms for a number of moments until Deliah hummed.
"What?" Rex said, not pulling back.
"Just…" She muttered. "I… mmm."
"Mmm?" Rex parroted, eliciting a small laugh from her.
"Yes, mmm," She repeated playfully.
"And what does this mmm entail?" He questioned with a small smirk.
"Many things… or maybe nothing at all." Deliah teased, making her lover snort.
"Come on, what is it?" Rex egged on.
Deliah pulled away yet kept her arms around him, displaying a thoughtful expression.
"Well…" Her head bobbed from side to side. "I'll be honest with you Rex, I've really come to love you in the time we have spent together."
'Damn this woman.' Were Rex's immediate thoughts, feeling that primal sensation from that night begin to rise.
She noticed his expression and smiled coyly but went on.
"Some might call it a quick get-together or even a fling knowing my people's reputation," Deliah huffed at that. "But Dani and I vowed that the good men we would one day find would be the only men we would ever dedicate our lives to. She found her man and I know I've found mine."
Rex was now thrown by such a declaration, one that was far more intense and passionate than he anticipated.
"D-Deliah," He stammered out.
Force help him, this woman just did things to him physically and emotionally.
"So, I know that losing Kamino hurt," Deliah softly said, placing a hand over his chest. "And… truthfully, I never really had a place of my own to call home." She bit her lip, now showing a rare display of uncertainty and nervousness, intriguing the Clone Captain. "Maybe, you and I, if you want…"
Rex inclined his head forward, waiting for the rest of her sentence.
"I know it can come across as sudden or forward but," She tilted her head back to look him directly in the eyes. "Do you want to, perhaps, find a home in this galaxy with me? A place to call our own? A home for ourselves?"
This was the last thing Rex had expected to hear and his expression showed the surprise he held.
Deliah saw this and felt herself get embarrassed, immediately retracting her offer in a stammering mess.
"I-I-sorry, I'm sorry Rex, that was too-"
He interrupted her, taking her hands into his.
"Deliah," The Captain quietly said, silencing her, her expression conveying nervousness and hesitation. There was a beat, the Clone apparently contemplating to himself before nodding. "Why are you so certain to do such a thing with me?"
"It's because I love you." The words flowed freely out of her mouth, surprising Rex and it appeared that she herself was stunned by her own statement.
More so with just how easily that came out.
CT-7567's eyes widened, mouth opening and closing for a few moments. "You-"
"Yes," Deliah interrupted, now an excited and joyful gleam in her eyes, a beaming smile directed at her lover, slightly bouncing in his arms. "Yes, I love you, Captain Rex."
The Clone Captain felt a swell in his chest at her admission of this, at first not responding verbally yet a smile slowly began to form on his face.
He opened his mouth to respond when a new voice chimed in.
"Oh oops, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Asked a polite, male voice, causing the couple to turn to see a new man standing in front of them.
He was a dark-haired, spectacled human with a faint sign of a beard on his face. He wore a uniform of the Galactic Republic's science department. However, some details from what Rex noticed didn't connect with any groups he had any knowledge of.
The newcomer saw the position the two were in and blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh my, my apologies." He immediately said. "I didn't realize you… yes, yes, I'm sorry."
"It's ok," Rex quickly said, missing the humorous manner in which Blue puffed her cheeks out. "Can we help you?"
The man straightened out his posture, offering a benevolent smile as he offered his hand to the Clone. "Doctor Penn Pershing, at your service."
"Captain Rex." He accepted the doctor's hand.
"Of the 501st?" Pershing asked in recognition.
Rex frowned thoughtfully. "You know me?"
The Doctor chuckled slightly. "Hard not to. Your Legion has been the most featured on the newsfeed of the Holo-Net. Your Jedi General and Commander are quite famous across the galaxy as are you."
"Oh~ you hear that, Rex, you're famous?" Deliah coyly said, reaching up to peck his cheek, making the clone blush.
Pershin found himself smiling at the display. "And who might you be, ma'am?"
"Deliah Blue." She graciously said, giving him a wide smile while keeping her arms wrapped around Rex. "I'm new to the 501st, kinda, and this handsome Captain's girlfriend."
"Oh, congratulations." Pershing earnestly said.
"Thank you!" Deliah cheerfully said, with Rex murmuring the same in a low voice. "Don't mind him, he's a bit shy when it comes to these things."
"I can tell." The Doctor kindly and sympathetically said, giving the Clone an amused smile.
Rex grunted, coughing into his hand to recompose himself.
"What can we do for you, Doctor Pershing?" He asked, demeanor more cordial now.
Pershing's pleasant appearance became somber as he looked at the captain. "First, I'd like to say, I don't know if you've gotten this enough, but you and your brethren have my sympathies for your present plight. I saw what happened to Kamino. Truly, my sincerest condolences."
Rex's eyes glanced down at the ground, a worried look appearing on Deliah's face as she gently grasped his hand.
"You wouldn't be the first, nor the last." He softly said.
"As I shouldn't be." Penn solemnly said. "You and the rest of the Clone army has done a great service to the galaxy that can never be repaid. To have lost your home world… I can never offer enough of my apologies. It was truly a tragedy."
Rex clenched his fists tightly yet managed to nod in appreciation at the Doctor's sentiments.
"Well, thank you." Deliah spoke on behalf of her lover. "Was that all or-?"
"I was actually looking for the Kaminoan Nala Se." He revealed, causing Rex to look back up at him in surprise. "I've been working with her on some important matters but I believe if anyone should have a right to know, it would be you and the rest of your brothers."
Rex now held a more inquisitive expression, one mirrored by Blue, both holding faces that silently asked him to explain what he meant.
"Is there a particular reason for finding her?"
"It's a bit of a long story." Pershing stated. "You see, I've been studying the cloning processes for quite some time. Practically since the start of the war. I was scouted by the Republic due to my medical expertise and own knowledge of rather… experimental practices."
"Experimental?" Deliah parroted.
"I had actually had my own theories and ideas in regards to the usage of cloning, in particular, the medical field."
That made Rex give the man a more piercing look.
"What?" Deliah responded in bewilderment. "How? I thought Kamino was the only place that had proper cloning."
"A common misconception. Proper yes, if not the best but the galaxy isn't just the Kaminoan process. Many others exist though not to the refinement of the Kaminoans. It's astonishing what they were able to accomplish. Then again, their environment forced them to progress in such a manner in order to survive."
Rex and Deliah stared at the man, certainly not expecting to have such a conversation at this moment.
"I willingly joined the Republic when they told me what they were looking from me. Best to expand my field of knowledge. Broaden my horizons and possibly discover details one field was ignorant or unknowingly overlooking from another. And it will help me accomplish my goal with the clones."
"And just what are you trying to accomplish with me and my brothers?" Rex warily said.
Pershing had a small grin at being asked the question, appearing to have hoped that Rex would inquire about such a thing.
"Quite simple, really." Penn Pershing stated. "I wish to find the proper means of stabilizing your aging process and allowing you all to live full lives."
-Scene Cut-
At the Senate building, one of countless meetings took place within its very walls. Senators, Ministers, Governors and delegates conversing with each other on a litany of topics. Nothing new in a general sense with them discussing issues of sectors and planets they represent.
One such room held a few of the more outspoken individuals from the many sectors of the galaxy that vehemently opposed the war and the hopes of a renewed conflict between the Separatists and Republic.
"You know you don't have to be here, Chuchi. You are engaged now, you can be with Mr. Maximoff. Take some time away from all this to enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, Mothma but I still have to uphold my own duty. That would not stop me from working. My duties to my people and the Republic remain." Chuchi waves her off.
"Commendable." Mon Mothma said, though it is clear she would rather see the young Senator anywhere but here. She was of the mind that if one has the opportunity to be with loved ones for a special occasion, the chance should be taken. "Though do try not to push yourself too much."
The life of a politician in the Republic is seldom one of ease, specifically to those who actually uphold their responsibilities.
Over on the other side of the room, two other senators were sharing a reunion, embracing each other as old friends do.
"I'm so glad you made it, Mina." Padme Amidala happily said.
"For you my dear, I would gladly cross the stars to see." The Senator of Onderon kindly said.
It has been quite some time since Mina Bonteri stood within the Senate Building. Several years, in fact, when various systems began leaving the Republic to eventually form the CIS. To be here now was both nostalgic as it was alien to her.
"Perhaps with this, we can pave the way for a proper peace across the galaxy." Padme remarked.
"One can only hope." Bonteri softly agreed."
Over at the bar within the room, the representative of Ryloth was seated, the Senator of Alderaan standing next to him.
Cham Syndulla had a cup of liquor in his hands, downing its contents in one fell swoop, hearing Bail Organa release a strained chortle.
"Pace yourself, my friend."
The Twi'lek ignored the advice, wiping some of the alcohol from his chin. "This is such a mess."
Bail hummed at that, patting Cham's back. "It is indeed. With the war against Ultron over, I can only imagine the fallout to come."
Syndulla scoffed at this, shaking his head with a bitter grimace. "I'm already hearing stirrings from other senators about renewing the conflict between the Republic and CIS."
"Then they are truly foolish, if not suicidal." Spoke a fierce voice, one that belonged to Satine Kryze, the representative of the Mandalorian systems. "The galaxy had just ended a conflict that saw systems decimated by Ultron. To restart the war would be asinine as it is a death sentence. Every system across the galaxy would be crippled."
"Which is why we must do what we can now to try to mend the bridges between both sides before the chance for resuming the war rears its head." Mon Mothma spoke up and now, the entire collection of Senators turned their attention on her. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know we all have our duties to our people-"
"This is part of it." A CIS Senator with blue skin pointed out, the representative from Kashyyyk warbling in agreement. "The hole needing to be filled in the aftermath of Ultron is wide and deep."
"The material to make it happen will be impossible." Cham wryly said.
"Material?" Another Senator repeated in confusion.
"Just what is needed to patch up the damage done to make sure more doesn't occur." Syndulla elaborated. "Let's not kid ourselves when we ask ourselves these questions. How long is the fuse for war? How short will it be before we go right back into it?"
"Do you truly believe that war will start so soon?" Satine asked with a heavy frown.
Cham scoffed. "People are fickle like that, Kryze. We may have our respite but old grievances are still prevalent."
"Syndulla's words hold truth to them." Senator Kharrus, a male Gran spoke up. "It may not be of ideals anymore. It won't be of the particular rights the war had more or less been based on in the views of the many. It'll soon become a war for the rights of ownership of the vast absence of those who have perished. Many vacuums are now in place."
Bonteri wore a disgruntled look, 'tsking' irritably at the conclusion she came to. "Once again, it comes down to greed."
"Profiteering on the war will be very tempting for a great many out there. It'll blind them to the wants of peace and rest." Onaconda Farr, the Rodian Senator stated with a shake of his head. "Such foolishness will only lead to more loss of life."
"Techno Union, Banking Clans and Trade Federation are the biggest opposition to this." Mon Mothma brought up. At this, many eyes glance over to the CIS representatives in the room. "Yet it's mostly from one point of view, for argument's sake."
"I wouldn't count so much on that last one." Bail said, shaking his head. "The Trade Federation is in shambles after what Ultron did to Cato Neimoidia. Barely hanging on by threads. The Banking Clans are still stable, for the unforeseeable future, yet people from each side are feeling urged to deregulate the banks to rebuild. If that were to happen, we'd face worse issues in the foreseeable future."
"Not much is heard from the Techno Union as of late."
"And it would be disingenuous to just count those amongst the Separatists." Padme reminded everyone. "All three of those organizations have their hands in the pockets of both our governments. They profited from the war from both sides."
"They did." Mina murmured a sense of scorn in her at the thought of them. "They may be the Separatist council but after Ultron's appearance at the parliament, he led many to uncover the deep-rooted corruption these three profiteering scumbags possessed. A means to show our hypocrisy and cause civil unrest amongst our ranks."
It was a rare sight to see the Senator of Onderon, a normally calm and composed individual, display such anger and contempt to anyone.
"We must deal with the dissenters and aggressors within our ranks." Chuchi firmly said. "I know they are likely to stay quiet but it would only be a matter of time until they begin to stir and advocate for a renewed offensive."
"Outside of the obvious, we must be careful on who would be targeted with our self-imposed witch hunts. We don't want to ruin what remaining connections we have for a united relationship with our respective parties."
"What of your people, Satine?" Padme inquired, making the Duchess of Mandalore give a simple shrug in response.
"Mandalore Spar only asks I relay to you all that the Mandalorians will be focusing on our own systems. I believe in helping where we can, and our allies with the Ravagers and Guardians agree with Spar also concurring but right now, we must rebuild and prepare for anything else that may occur. As you said, Senator Kharrus, there are many power vacuums across the galaxy and my system and allies are no different. There is still Death Watch to contend with and many criminal organizations that may seek to seize power."
Mon Mothma shook her head in dismay. "What will it really take for them to finally cease?"
"When all the rest of us are dead." Cham bitterly said.
"That is quite the dreaded thought." Chuchi chided the Twi'lek with a frown.
"Does not make it any less true." Syndulla retorted, expression becoming remorseful. "Apologies, everyone. It's just-"
"We understand." Bail said, placing a comforting hand on Cham's shoulder. "There is much that weighs upon us all."
"We must stand firm." Mothma declared with a soft voice yet it conveyed strength. "We have our duties and responsibilities to the people of the galaxy. If we falter in any way, than we know what is to come."
"We can only do our part." Padme stated. "The Jedi, Mandalorians, The Avengers, all of us. Let us pray that our resolve doesn't falter."
Those in the room all murmured in agreement as the meeting went on.
-Scene Cut-
-Two Days Later-
With the recent conflict over with, many individuals were given promotions for their efforts.
One such individual was currently receiving such a promotion.
Mitth'raw'nuruodo stood at attention, arms behind his back, head held high and face indiscernible.
In front of him were several Jedi along with Chancellor Palpatine and Senator Cham Syndulla, the latter being the one holding a special medal that he was now pinning to the chest of the Chiss.
"Mitth'raw'nuruodo," The Twi'lek Senator spoke in complete seriousness and respect. "In light of your recent efforts and means in which you have assisted the Grand Army of the Republic coupled with your stratagem utilized in combating Ultron, we the Galactic Republic recognize your exceptional talent and skills, hereby granting you the rank of Captain."
"I thank you for this honor, General Syndulla." Thrawn earnestly said, seeing the tiny smirk on Cham as he finished attaching the medal indicating the Chiss' new rank.
Stepping back, the pair saluted each other, as did several other Clones of the 501st who were brought along to witness this promotion.
Palpatine stepped forth, an elderly smile in place as he moved to shake Thrawn's hand.
"You may have been here for a short time, Captain Thrawn, but you have already displayed an aptitude for tactics and military prowess many would envy." He said in a kind fashion. "I thank you for joining the Republic in its time of need and will continue to look forward to more of your accomplishments and endeavors."
"I only seek to make my new rank proud and the Republic for allowing me the chance to prove it."
Palpatine chuckled. "A modest one, at that. Force knows we need more of your kind in the army. The Jedi could use some alleviation with how modest they usually are."
The Chiss merely gives a curt, respectful nod.
Stepping back, Anakin now walked forward, offering his hand which Thrawn immediately accepted.
"Captain already, huh?" Skywalker wryly said. "Barely had the time to order you around, properly."
"I can only imagine the disappointment." Thrawn airily said. "But you still are a general, Master Skywalker. You outrank me."
"Yeah, yeah," Anakin waved off.
"Congratulations on your new position." Obi-Wan Kenobi chimed in from the side, with Captain Rogers, Rhodey, Sam, Ahsoka and Rex all giving him their own compliments.
"I thank you all." Thrawn graciously said. "Frankly, due to all of you vouching for my plans, I wouldn't have gained such an advancement in the ranks as quickly as I did."
"Be sure to do so to Wanda." Steve pointed out. "She was the one who quite literally dragged you into doing so."
"Yes," Thrawn held a fond glint in his eyes. "She was rather… adamant with how she did so."
"Dragging you in telepathically? Yes, I believe that's as adamant as you can get." Obi-Wan sarcastically commented, making the group chuckle.
Ahsoka then stepped forward with a small smile. "Still, congrats Thrawn. You earned it after showing that plan."
"I do believe I have you to thank as much as I have Ms. Maximoff." Thrawn respectfully said. "Had I not met you despite the circumstances and not survived the ordeal, I likely would never have gained such an opportunity. I thank you for that, Ahsoka Tano."
The Togrutan Padawan made a face, something along the lines of "ew" and shook her head.
"You don't need to call me that, Thrawn." She kindly said. "It's ceremonial and all but Ahsoka is good enough."
"As you say, Commander."
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at that.
"Captain." Rex said.
"Captain." Thrawn said in return, the two grasping forearms as warriors and soldiers would.
"I must offer my own congratulations." Cham Syndulla now stepped forward, joining in the conversation, shaking hands with the Chiss.
"And I offer you my own gratitude, General." Thrawn spoke with the utmost respect to the Twi'lek. "You played just as great a role in the tactics used to defeat Ultron as anyone else."
"Yes, but you were a great contributor in seeing things where others couldn't."
"Regardless, I hope to continue working with you in the future, General."
"So he gets the General treatment and I don't?" Anakin whispered in a faux-affronted manner.
Obi-Wan simply looked to the ceiling with a withering sigh at his former protege's endless immaturity whilst Rex snorted to himself.
"I have heard other matters that I'm curious about." Cham said with a thoughtful frown. "You met with this… Ascendancy, you called it?"
"The Chiss Ascendancy." Thrawn confirmed. "It was the governing body I was once a part of."
"You were in their military, were you not?" Rex asked with the Chiss nodding.
"I had my rank at the Ascendancy, yes."
"What was it, if I may ask?" Obi-Wan said.
"Force Commander." Thrawn revealed. "The equivalent would be, coincidentally, Captain. A few rungs above it if you wish to specify it further."
"Quite coincidental." Kenobi remarked, rubbing his beard.
"What will you do then?" Sam inquired. "You're back in contact with the Chiss, they are your people."
Thrawn picked up on Wilson's underlying questions. "I intend to stay here. Frankly, I believe I can learn more here. I hold deep loyalty for my people but I am not a blind fool. The Chiss have only observed the greater galaxy for centuries, learning what they can. It is one thing to observe but it is another to learn and my people have been isolated for far too long. It is time they joined the wider galaxy."
"Would they join the Republic?" Anakin asked straight away and Thrawn pondered on this.
"No." He answered after a few moments. "The Ascendancy is one that values the independence that they have. We have been this way for thousands of years."
"So the Separatists are also out of the question." Rhodey confirmed rather than asked, getting a nod out of Thrawn.
"To be honest, I wish to stay in the Republic because I believe I can utilize the best of my abilities here." Thrawn admitted, looking at the Avengers specifically. "The last words of Ultron have been weighing heavily on my mind and my own past experiences only add to these concerns. I fear that there are still far greater threats and dangers coming to this galaxy."
One would want to refute such a claim, but they knew better. There was always something bigger on the horizon, knowing their luck.
"No matter who wins or loses, trouble always comes around." Steve said with a tired sigh.
"An Earth proverb?" The Chiss asked.
"Something Windu's twin once said." Rogers elaborated. "And yeah, you're right. Things aren't over."
"There is still this unfinished war with the Separatists." Obi-Wan said. "If it could even be called that at this time."
"And the Sith that we gotta find." Anakin added on.
Off to the side, having walked away from the group, Palpatine stood in the shadows, keeping himself hidden from view. His eyes narrowed at Skywalker's mention of the Sith, slowly slinking away while his mind was whirling with thoughts on this matter.
"Urgh," Ahsoka groaned dramatically, head hanging low. "I really hate how right you guys are."
"What's this?" Anakin jokingly said in disbelief. "Where's that usual optimism, Snips?"
"Worn down by you." She deadpanned.
"He does seem to have that ability." Thrawn noted.
"He does, yeah." Captain Rex commented.
"...Not funny." Anakin pouts. "Why are you three ganging up on me on that?"
"Opportunity presented itself. One would take proper action to exploit." Thrawn plainly answered.
"Well done." Obi-Wan said with approval. "You are learning our ways fast, Captain."
Anakin made a face before giving Kenobi a sly look. "Should I call Satine up? Maybe she can get you under control."
The Jedi Master gaped, not believing his old Padawan would stoop to such a level.
"Anakin…"
"I have my ammunition now, Master." Skywalker snarked with a shit-eating grin.
Thrawn blinks a little before glancing towards the others nearby. "Is it always going to be like this?" He asks.
"Yes." The rest of the group responded in unison.
-Scene Cut-
"How bad's the damage?"
An assembly of individuals encircled a large holo-table with various things on display.
This assembly was composed of Star-Lord, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon, Kraglin, Sugi, Chirrut, Wes Journ, Spar, Satine, Bo-Katan, Fenn Shysa, Tobbi Dala and Dax Ordo.
"Almost every system we all have a presence in was hit." Sugi said, pointing to the sector of the galactic map that encompassed the territories under the protection of the Mandalorians and Guardians/Ravagers. "Our Ravager clan and the Mandalorians were stretched thin."
"We managed to weather the storm but we still took some serious losses." Dax Ordo said with a disgruntled look.
"How bad are we talking?" Bo-Katan inquired.
"Several million, across the board." Spar grimly revealed, making some falter.
"It could have been worse." Rocket commented.
"How could it have been worse?" Satine asked in disbelief.
"Could've been hit like last time." The Anthropomorphic Raccoon reminded her. "That platinum douchebag hit the whole galaxy at his coming out party. Numbers were waaaay worse, remember?"
Fenn bristled at the memory. "Our defenses were down as we didn't expect his arrival."
"No one did." Bo murmured.
Rocket pointed at her. "Exactly. This time we were prepared. Even then, we'd sustain losses."
"It is a war." Gamora softly said. "We can't pretend we won't lose life."
"We should be grateful to be alive." Chirrut said, grasping his walking/combat stick tightly. "Of the many lives lost, I thank the Force we are still here. Our people need us. We still have a duty to uphold them."
"He's right on that matter." Spar said. "But things won't get any easier for us."
"That's one way of putting it." Wes Journ now spoke up, putting his hand on the holo-table. "Clean up and rebuilding ain't gonna be the only thing we gotta handle. Rival groups will try and find a way to take advantage of our losses."
As he said this, multiple images of criminal organizations and other clandestine groups popped up.
"Knowing the Black Suns, I bet you all my credits they're gonna pounce on this chance to recoup what they've lost." Journ said in a dark tone.
"Not just them," Sugi said, crossing her arms. "The Hutt Cartels always jump at these types of opportunities. I bet you they're salivating right now with what they see in front of them."
"They wouldn't dare." Satine fiercely said. "They are no better from what I was told about my friends in the Republic."
"What'd they say?" Quill curiously asked.
"The Hutts reached out to the Republic after the defeat of Ultron, or at least Jabba the Hutt did." The Duchess explained. "Ultron came to them early on before the start of the war, strong-arming them into staying silent as he operated within their space. He had kidnapped and killed a number of high-ranking individuals within the Hutt clans to keep them silent."
That certainly surprised the group.
"Someone bullying the Hutts?" Spar remarked with a shake of his head, the memories of how they operated on his mind from Jango Fett. "Never thought I'd hear about it."
"But that stranglehold is gone now." Gamora pointed out.
"Yeah, at some point, they'll be back to weaseling themselves out and backstabbing each other and whoever they can for power." Sugi tacked on.
"Are we gonna do anything about them then?" Kraglin asked. "I mean, they are weak."
"We may not be but we're still recovering." Fenn reminded. "To risk such an attack would only expose us even more."
"And I wouldn't chalk them up as our biggest concern just yet." Bo-Katan said. "We still have Death Watch and that Triumvirate they're working with."
The Mandalorians made similar faces, making the younger Kryze sister and the Guardians all look at them.
"What?" Peter asked.
"That's the thing…" Tobbi Dala spoke first. "Death Watch and the Triumvirate have been oddly quiet. Hardly any chatter."
"Didn't they take losses just like everyone else?" Kraglin asked. "Wouldn't they be mourning like the rest of the galaxy?"
"Well, yeah, but not the kind of quiet I like." Dax muttered.
"It's not just them." Spar said, crossing his arms with a troubled look. "Some high-profile individuals have also dropped off the map. And I mean in the most abrupt way possible."
"Who?"
"Cad Bane, Crossbones and Taskmaster." The Mandalore listed off.
"Hey, Asajj mentioned them." Peter spoke up. "She told me and Mant that they just went dark."
"How would she know that?"
"She's got her own contacts throughout the galaxy." Quill explained. "Leftovers from her connections with the Separatists."
"So what are we gonna do about them?" Kraglin asked. "They're going underground right now. Ain't that a concern?"
"Not gonna lie and pretend it's not." Spar remarked.
"They'll be wanting to rebuild their strength and numbers." Fenn said with a nod.
"Does Klaue know anything?" Bo-Katan asked the Guardians.
Several of them scoffed and made annoyed faces.
"He knows something, but he's keeping his mouth shut." Rocket answered. "Not wanting to ruin his reputation with his clientele."
"That's stupid." Dax bluntly said.
"Honor among thieves. Kinda. Even if he won't rat out anything about 'em, he did give us something else." Rocket said with an expression of uncertainty.
"And that would be…"
"He's been hearing odd chatter. Recently, various groups have been wiped out in droves."
Everyone who didn't hear about this looked at each other before back at the raccoon.
"Yeah, he did bring that up last time we talked." Peter commented, crossing his arms in thought. "Told us that a few clients of his just stopped reaching out to him until he met a survivor. Told him they were slain."
"Slain?" Satine repeated the word, somewhat disturbed by it.
"Slain by who?" Bo asked intently.
"We don't know if this is a small band of fighters or some new upstart group." Kraglin remarked.
"Whatever the case is, they're spilling more gallons of blood than Wes has done in a fraction of the time he did with the Black Suns." Rocket wryly said.
"Force me." Fenn muttered, thrown off by this recent development. "Did they say who's doing it? Or how many people?"
"That's the thing, they don't know." Gamora muttered. "Whoever it is they do it fast and precise before the people they're targeting have a chance to retaliate."
"Who's been hit?"
"Pyke Syndicate, some Hutt gangs, other groups with less than stellar reputations." Sugi listed off.
"Is that a bad thing?" Tobbi couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe, maybe not." Gamora said, crossing her arms.
"Whoever this new party is, their actions may seem noble but who's to say we are not on their list?" Chirrut remarked. "The Force… is in an unusual state. There is much fluctuation and the path to the future is unclear."
"Best we can do right now is focus on rebuilding and helping our people." Spar declared.
"I concur, Mandalore." Satine said. "The burials of our fallen are still fresh. Our people need respite and focus to recover."
"I'll see what else I can find out about anything else that may worry us." Sugi spoke up. "Wes and I will head out with Cosmo and HK."
"We'll come with." Dax said gesturing to himself and Tobbi. "Better to be safe than sorry."
The Zabrak Guardian nodded in appreciation and the meeting was adjourned.
Everyone dispersed, be it in pairs, trios or by themselves to go about their business.
The Kryze sisters had a small conversation with Spar and Fenn before separating from them both, heading off in their own direction.
"I'm not used to these types of meetings." Bo said with a tired sigh.
Satine looked at her sister in bemusement. "Were you not a high ranking official in Death Watch? Didn't you join in on such conversations?"
"I did, but it was more for combat and strategy." Katan answered. "Fighting is easy. Politics… does this count as politics?"
Satine offered a small shrug. "It is simply doing our duty to our people and allies."
"So politics then."
"At least it's in the Mandalorian way. The way you like it."
"Barely." Bo retorted good-naturedly. "This is more your wheelhouse, sister."
"As it is yours." The Duchess countered. "You're a leader for our people as much as I am and the Mandalore. There's more to leading than just combat."
"I'd rather it not be." Bo-Katan sighs. "I'm not cut out for it."
"That's what I'm here for." Satine turned to her sister, taking her hand into hers. "We're a team, my dear Bo. One I am glad to have after everything you and I have been through."
Bo made a face, feeling a strange feeling as she looked down at her hand in the grasp of Satine's. Not too long ago, she would have pulled her hand away rather rudely but now?
"Still feels weird, honestly," The red-haired Mandalorian muttered. "I mean… don't you hate me?"
Satine's head reared back at the question.
"Didn't you ever once hate me?" Bo pressed on. "I joined Death Watch cuz I didn't agree with how you acted as the leader of our people. The same Death Watch that's been trying to kill you for years now. Don't you hold any resentment towards me? Any at all?"
"Bo, where is this coming from?" Satine worriedly asked, moving closer to her sister. "Is everything alright?"
"It's fine, I'm fine," She brushed off. "It's just… you know?"
Satine had a flat look on her face. "In fact, my dear sister, I do not know. Would you kindly explain?"
Bo took a step back, taking her hand away from her sibling and looked down at the ground, clenching her fists several times.
"Just… a lot has been on my mind." She slowly said. "A lot that I've been… thinking about."
Satine said nothing, instead silently waiting for her sister to further elaborate.
Bo briefly glanced up and saw her sisters face and grunted.
"When I was still held prisoner by the Republic, they kept questioning me but not in the way you would think."
Satine had a now troubled and worried look, one that Bo saw.
"They didn't torture me like that, least not physically." Katan dryly said. "Murdock sure was creative about it."
"Murdock? Matt Murdock?" Satine said in surprise. "I thought he and you were-"
"Don't!" Bo interrupted her with a fierce look that was belayed by the bright red color her face suddenly gained.
Satine was greatly bemused by her sister's behavior when slowly, the pieces started to form.
She began recalling the way Bo acted around the man, spoke of him, anything to do with the blind Avenger turned her sister into… well, she didn't know how to properly describe it.
But it was amusing all the same.
A coy smile wormed its way onto Satine's face, the elder sibling placing a delicate hand on her sister's shoulder rather dramatically, making sure she felt each finger clamping down on her.
"Ah~~ It appears we are getting to the heart of the matter." Satine teased, her smile growing at the rigid posture her sister adopted. "So it would seem that a certain Avenger has triggered a change in my beloved sister. He was responsible for this change I see in my dear Bo-Katan."
The redhead said nothing save for a murderous glare directed at Satine that did nothing to intimidate her.
"And~~~~" Satine's tone was now sing-song. "If I do recall, before the final battle against Ultron, did I not spy with my little eye that while I was with my beloved, my sweet, noble, brave sister-"
"You're really pushing it." Bo interjected yet Satine went on.
"-Went off to a separate, isolated room with a Mr. Murdock. Am I incorrect in this assessment?"
"You don't get to question my love life." Bo defensively said, realizing what she just said seeing the way Satine's eyes lit up and promptly clamped her mouth shut.
The teasing smile never left Satine's face. "Love life? Oh yes, I most certainly do now. So absentee, from what I recall. No time for it, you said back then. Though from what I've noticed, you're catching up and making up for lost time."
"What, like you and that Jedi?" Katan fired back with no effect.
"My dear Obi-Wan is the man whom I love with all my heart, even if he wouldn't return such affection."
"Would he? Where were you while I was with Matt?" Bo hated asking this as it all but confirmed her sister's suspicions.
Satine held a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well~ I am finally beginning to break him down, bit by bit." Satine's sing-song voice returned, before abruptly pulling her sister into a tight hug.
"Satine!" Bo exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh~ isn't this wonderful, Bo?" Satine happily said, having hugger her sister around her arms so she couldn't escape no matter how much she tried. "To be able to be young and speak of love."
Bo made a retching sound. "Ancestors, kill me now."
"Mr. Murdock would be most displeased."
"I'll kill you, I'll do it. Pre would be singing my praises."
"Don't let go of that love, my dear sister. It will make your heart strong."
"Fine, let me die instead."
-Scene Cut-
-Several days later-
Once more, a gathering of the Jedi was called for.
They were a common occurrence as is the way the Jedi conduct their business and dealings and at the onset of the war, that only increased.
But lately, it feels like there was a large meeting of Jedi, be it several times a week to almost every single day.
Anakin Skywalker stood with Ahsoka Tano in a large meeting chamber that was crowded by their Jedi brothers and sisters.
Obi-Wan, Windu, Plo, Yoda, Aayla, Luminara, Barriss, Mundi, Shaak Ti, T'ra Saa, Tholme, Vos, K'Kruhk, An'ya Kuro and many more were in attendance.
The entire Council with many Jedi of high esteem and reputation were all present for the matter of addressing a great many deal of topics and discussions.
Ultron had been defeated once and for all. Yet his presence, his influence will undoubtedly have lasting effects.
There was chatter from all in attendance, Anakin and Ahsoka being unusually silent as the Master and Padawan stood together.
Soon enough, a loud, Force-enhanced tapping from the cane of the Grandmaster of the Order was heard.
The chatter died down after several seconds, all Jedi turning their attention to their Grandmaster, being flanked by several Jedi Council Members.
"Thank you all, I do, for coming once more." Yoda slowly spoke, making sure to give the assembled Jedi a kind smile. "Much to discuss, we have, yes. Much to consider, to talk, to meditate on. The Force, in motion it is. Uncertain the future is. The shroud that is the Dark Side remains. On the precipice of change, all of us are."
There was a beat of silence as the Grandmaster regarded the assembled Jedi.
"Your thoughts, concerns, ideas, knowledge, all this, voice now, if you wish." Yoda encouraged.
Many appeared uncertain or rather, they simply were unsure if they even had anything to talk about or discuss.
Anakin, being the straightforward Jedi that he was, didn't hesitate.
"Master Yoda," He spoke softly yet firmly. "I know this might come across as a vague or broad question but what are we to do as the Order?"
"Hmmm, what do you mean, Skywalker?" Yoda politely asked.
Skywalker threw his hands up slightly, keeping them there as he mulled over his words.
"Ultron is defeated but there is still the Sith we have to find and the Separatists we still need to deal with. Not saying we should go back to war with them but what if they make that choice for us?"
There were murmurs and comments of agreement from the Jedi, all now considering his words and the possibilities around them.
"Senators from both sides are still conducting meetings." Mace Windu revealed. "If the Force wills and hopefully, the desire is the same, a peace can be brokered between the two."
"Do you think they would be willing to rejoin the Republic?" A random Jedi asked.
"Unlikely." Tholme now spoke up. "Animosity and resentment still persist."
"Yeah, got a few contacts in the CIS telling me the same thing." Quinlan added on to his old master's statement. "Most aren't really in the mood to continue the war but don't count out those with an itchy trigger finger."
"Duchess Satine and Mandalore Spar have told us that they will be focusing on rebuilding what they have lost." Obi-Wan spoke up. "At least we don't have to worry about Mandalorian intervention."
"We would still need to help them out."
"Only if they ask." Obi-Wan said with a small, amused 'hmph'. "They are a prideful sort."
"Return to how we were, prior to the war. But still, be on guard." Yoda advised. "Tension and hostilities, not so easily discarded. To be ready for battle, we must."
"I dread to think that we just might have to be." T'ra Saa said.
"Perhaps we can assist in brokering the peace?" Luminara Unduli voiced her idea. "I understand that there are those in the Separatists that do not view us so positively but are we not peacekeepers still? Or at the very least we should try to work towards it."
"We did play our part in the ceasefire." Shaak Ti mused, her Padawan Maris Brood by her side. "Should we not contribute?"
"Should they ask, we can step in to help." Plo Koon said. "But we must not impose on such a matter. I have seen some of the views the galaxy has towards our Order. The Separatists themselves are the culmination of our own failures. We need to be tactful and know when to put our foot forward."
"There are still many critics of the Jedi Order." Aayla said, recalling earlier interactions she had with those critical of the Order and the war. "They say that we have lost our way in participating in this war."
"This is not the first war we have been a part of." Master K'Kruhk stated.
"But it is one where most of the blame has been placed solely upon us." Kit Fisto solemnly said.
"Then perhaps that is something we must focus on." Obi-Wan mused aloud. "To begin to rehabilitate the way the galaxy perceives the Jedi Order."
Plo Koon and many others nodded in agreement, the Kel-Dor Jedi adding to this statement.
"I have been studying the history of our Order in the time that I have, ever since we re-found our homeworld. The Jedi of old were those who seldom tied themselves down to one place. They journeyed across the galaxy, letting the Force guide their actions as did their own wills, helping and assisting those they could because they were able to."
"We haven't exactly been doing that as often as we should." Quinlan Vos dryly said.
"There's a lot that we don't do anymore that the Jedi of old used to." An'ya Kuro now spoke, some shifting a bit from her voice.
Her reputation within the Order was mixed, to say the least with how several Jedi reacted to her.
"Then continue, we must." Yoda spoke up, silencing the assembled Jedi again. "From before, continue our endeavors. Rediscover, reconnect, relearn and unlearn. The path of the Jedi, restructure it we must. The way of our Order, question it, I have. Too long, blinded by light, I now see we have. The Sith, right under us they have been. A thousand years, they survived, unseen by us all. They continue to plot and plan, this war, being their result. Or perhaps, more that we have not seen, yet to be revealed."
Several Jedi frowned at this.
"Everyone," Kit Fisto appeared conflicted. "Has anyone here felt… a shadow in the Force?"
"Is it not the Dark Side?" Asked a random Jedi.
"It is, yes, it is that but… not the one I believe that is associated with the Sith we are seeking." The Nautolan Jedi slowly said. "This is a different kind of darkness. I am not sure of it but… I did sense something not too long ago."
A rumbling breath was heard from Plo Koon, the Kel-Dor conveying a troubled demeanor.
"I too have sensed this."
"As have I." Windu chimed in.
"Same here." Tholme said, Vos and Saa nodding alongside him.
"Perhaps there is more to the Dark Side than we have been led to believe." Kuro ominously said, causing many Jedi to move about uncomfortably.
Barriss Offee appeared hesitant at first yet stepped forward all the same.
"Masters," She respectfully said. "What of those who are to be educated in the ways of the Mystic Arts?"
"What do you mean, my Padawan?" Luminara asked in concern.
"It's just…" Barriss tried to form a coherent question. "I feel… is it not selfish to be doing such a thing? To be going off to learn something while we are having this discussion?"
"No," Yoda immediately said. "Knowledge, never to be ignored. New perspectives, new practices, new ways of looking at the Force and at the universe, must always be observed."
"Yeah, Barriss." Ahsoka encouraged with a bright smile. "We've all seen how amazing Celeste and Dr. Strange can be. One of our boys is already learning. You gotta learn."
"It is an opportunity you shouldn't pass, my Padawan." Unduli kindly said, a supportive hand on her student's back.
"A great deal to be done, yes, yes," Yoda said, regaining everyone's attention. "The Jedi, the Republic, our allies and friends, united we must be. Ultron's age, passed it has. The coming of the darkness, be it the Sith or that which we cannot foresee, be prepared we must be. Strengthen ourselves in the Force, in our knowledge. Tython, our home, learn from it all we can. Ossus, Jedha, planets long neglected, we must journey back to."
"Show the galaxy that the Jedi will stand with everyone, regardless of where they themselves stand." Obi-Wan resolutely said, getting many comments and nods of agreement.
"It's gonna be hard." Anakin remarked. "But… the best results aren't meant to come from the easy way, is it?"
"Finally starting to learn, eh?" Obi-Wan couldn't help but say with Anakin only smirking.
"You know how stubborn some of us are."
"Good," Yoda approvingly said. "Very good. Go with the Force, we must. Trust in each other, we must. The Force be with you all. Together, stronger we are."
AN
Alright, another one done, not long after.
Kinda breezing along with this arc but oh man. OH MAN, I cannot wait to do the next chapter.
See, I would go into a long, expository story of this reboot but let me summarize it like this.
Bullet was the one who first broached the idea of the reboot and the next chapter is the START to everything he once pitched to me when starting this reboot.
I think I said it before.
Seasons 1 and 2 was mostly me, setting everything up.
Season 3 was a lot of Jeb's ideas all coming to fruition.
And now season 4 is so much of what Bullet had in mind.
And season 5 is basically our hodge podge blow out to end the story.
I would rattle off more but I am sick and dying on my end so I'll chat to you all later.
Rate Read and Review and as Always Have Nice Day.