Author's Note: Dearest readers, I want to start things off by saying thank you all so much for your well wishes. I am doing much better recovering through quarantine. COVID is still a very serious issue across the world and I don't wish its effects on anyone. Please take care of yourselves and stay safe.

I do want to truly wish everyone a Happy New Year, and wish you peace. I want you all to know that you are enough. You never needed your family's approval. You never needed your friend's approval. It's 2022, and anyone who dares to steal your light can get lost. Anyone who fathoms the concept of gaslighting you into an apology can take a hike. Anyone who thinks they have any right telling you how to feel is out of their mind. In loss and in victory. Sickness and in health…there is a rough road ahead. Don't waste a moment of this uphill climb with the poisons of the past. You have your own power and choose where to share it. Whether that's good or bad is up to you. Nevertheless, you don't owe anyone a damn thing.

May the Force be with You,

~ Michael

Chapter: 95 A Normal Life

"Will a cracking roof still fall if you never look up?"

Republic forces on the rise! After several successful campaigns, its Grand Army has pushed Separatist forces deep into the Outer Rim Territories. Despite this news, the public refuses to believe that the war could potentially be ending. As General Grievous mounts a devastating counterattack, Jedi Knight Elsa Dellian makes a life-changing decision...

"Are you sure about this?" Commander Frost asked. His voice was as calm and sincere as it always had been. It held true through Elsa's comlink and helped her stay grounded in the moment. She rested against one of the temple medical center's sleek benches. The steady patter of rainfall echoed against the walls and windows, prompting feelings of drowsiness.

"I would've thought you'd be all for it," Elsa whispered, bringing the comlink close to her lips. Her gaze trailed off across the shadowy room as she awaited a response.

"This isn't about what I want," Frost said. "It's about what you're ready for. Elsa, I believe you can achieve anything you set your mind to. I've seen you do it."

"And what if I let my arrogance get the best of me again?" Elsa asked. "What if I act on my feelings instead of instincts?" She winced as a brief flash of Maul's sinister face crossed her mind.

"Then I will be there to see things through with you," Frost assured. His voice was so calming and resolute. It brought a sense of tranquility to Elsa as she slowly exhaled. "We'll face whatever's next together, no matter what. And when the time is right...when you're ready...I know that you'll step into your power."

His words brought a blissful grin to her lips as she asked, "What did I ever do to deserve a commander like you?"

"You saved me from being buried alive," Frost quipped.

Elsa nodded at his recollection and said, "I think I am ready."

"That's the spirit," Frost replied. "Take your time, Elsa. The boys and I will await your return."

"Thanks, Frost. May the Force be with you."

"And you," he said as the call ended.

Elsa gave herself a moment amidst the darkness. She closed her eyes and focused on the calming, nighttime rainfall. With each focused breath, Elsa sought to clear her mind of any intrusive thoughts. Her trauma with Maul was chipping away at her and the cast had become a detrimental reminder. As Elsa opened her eyes, she observed some briefs and a sleeveless top beside her. Using the room's dim lights and remaining wary of her cast, Elsa disrobed. Her blue cloak and tunic fell to the floor. The standard, submersible clothing covered her pale skin as she slipped into it. Lastly, Elsa untied her bun and freed her lengthy locks. The platinum blonde strands fell to her arms and blanketed the scar Barbossa had given her. The cauterized mark from Clayton's gash shined against her torso. Elsa finished tugging her top over it and picked up an oblong pager.

As she activated the device, a temple medical droid opened a door for her. "This way please," it computed and motioned towards a frothing tank. While Elsa neared the glowing vat, the droid fastened a sterilized breathing mask to her face. "You may submerge," it said and guided her up a set of stairs. Each chilly step brought her closer to the bubbling fluids until she reached the tank's edge.

A benevolent warmth accompanied the tank's soothing depths as Elsa dipped her toes. Feeling that soothing heat for the first time let her truly exhale. Her shoulders dropped and revealed just how tense and short-breathed she'd been. Leaving the past where it was and looking to the future, Elsa took advantage of her present. She gently lowered herself into a seated position, letting her shins bask in the bacta's warmth. The fluid prompted such a blissful sensation, that Elsa let the rest of her body slide straight in. Her blonde tresses swirled beneath the tank's surface as she sank. Closing her eyes, Elsa let the long-awaited healing agent embrace her. Bubbles gathered around her ears and climbed up her mask. With its patient fully submerged, the droid sealed the lid above her. Elsa welcomed her confinement and accompanied silence. She let the bacta's ensuing drowsiness take hold as she entered a meditative state. Fear and pain...doubt and belief...She welcomed her emotions to spiral within, not letting a single one take precedence over the others. Instead, she took a moment to feel it all before succumbing to slumber. And amidst the darkness of the night, Elsa's arm began to mend.

Abandoned by the Hutt crime families long ago, the icy world of Saqqar had become a desolate world unfit to sustain a proper civilization. But it was its desolate, glacial plains and hostile mountains that made for the perfect hideout. It was an ideal planet for the galaxy's most wanted to avoid the Republic's prying eyes. Yet even in his position of power, Dryden Vos looked ill. The near-human's bloodshot eyes scoured a decrepit table. He scraped its edge with his clawed thumb, prompting feelings of unease among his underbosses. At least...what remained of them.

No matter how much he sought to appear composed, Dryden looked as though he could burst. The scar-like markings across his face brightened as his nostrils flared. Crimson Dawn was losing the syndicate war and he knew it. Still, he refused to admit defeat at the hands of the Hutts nor the Republic. His piercing stare observed those whom he could still rely on. He recalled a time when he could peer across a table teeming with eager heads and fresh ideas. Now, the only survivors who bothered to show up looked just as stressed as he was.

News of Meduza's death had cast a grim shadow over Dryden's operation. The wealthy aristocrat, Tremaine, could hardly sit still. Sweat trickled down the elder's temples and dampened her silver locks. She drummed her pale fingers as a blonde slave hurried over with fresh tea. The youth had almost failed to deliver the cup when her master's daughters tried to trip her. "Stasia!" Tremaine scolded. "Drizelle!" The snickering ladies hung their heads while the slave finished her rounds. Tremaine concealed her nerves behind a swift sip of tea. "Don't ever keep me waiting that long again, Cinderella."

"No, my lady." Cinderella whispered. "Of course not, my lady."

"Has there been any word from Hades?" Dryden asked, growing further impatient. Tremaine shook her head while Diaval remained silent. "Damn that Mikkian," he growled. Saqqar's icy winds howled against their compound's windows.

"Respectfully, Dryden." Tremaine murmured. "Something must change. We cannot keep hiding like this any longer. The war against the Hutt Clan cost us valuable resources. This constant relocating has been detrimental to Crimson Dawn's ability to sustain profits, making us-"

"I bloody know!" Dryden snapped. Tremaine's daughters yelped when he slammed his fist on the table. "And what exactly do you propose we do, Lady Tremaine? Plead our case? The Hutts aren't exactly the forgiving sort. I'd say we could blame the Republic, but they're breathing down our necks all the same!" He gritted his teeth and raked his fingers through his blonde locks. "Cruella and Meduza were killed by the Republic, not the Hutts. Yet we're being prodded from both sides. Ever since those Jedi infiltrated our banquet, they've been out to destroy Crimson Dawn."

"What about Clayton?" Tremaine inquired. "We all heard about the prison breakout in Galactic City. Surely he must've made it out."

Dryden steadied himself. "Hades had contacts in that facility, but I can't even reach him."

"Perhaps he too has fallen to the Republic," Diaval murmured. The black-feathered Avinarian preened his feathered digits and shrugged off his own theory.

"It talks," Tremaine scoffed. "And where is your master now, bird?" she asked. "Why does Maleficent not aid us when we need her most? Your contributions to the syndicate have only lessened as of late."

Diaval didn't even humor Tremaine with eye contact. He kept preening his feathers instead and answered, "Mistress Maleficent will do as she pleases. She certainly doesn't answer to boisterous belligerence like yours."

"Enough," Dryden scorned. "Both of you. Crimson Dawn has never folded, nor shall it now. Clayton, Hades, and Facilier are missing. Given the recent events surrounding Meduza's fall, it's safe to say their absences have to do with the Republic. We cannot wage war on the Hutts and law enforcement at the same time." Dryden pinched the bridge of his narrow nose. "Not at our current strength. But with Tremaine's additional funds, perhaps we can salvage what compounds we can. We'll remain in hiding, and with Maleficent's assistance-"

"If she chooses," Diaval interrupted.

"She will do as I say!" Dryden demanded and jabbed a finger at the Avinarian. Diaval was unfazed by his threat, yet tilted his head towards the doorway. Dryden was about to scold him further when a distant rumble caught his attention. Thunderous booms echoed down the compound's halls and reverberated across the room.

"Mother?" Stasia fretted while her sister gulped. "Wh-what is that?"

"I don't know," Tremaine murmured and looked to Dryden for answers.

Their boss tapped his communicator as the repeated blasts loudened. "Janeep," he called to one of his Hylobon enforcers. "What's going on out there?" His frazzled, blonde brows furrowed when only static came through. "Janeep?" Dryden reiterated.

A series of explosive snaps sounded just beyond the door. "That's blasterfire!" Tremaine panicked and almost fell out of her seat.

"Is it the Republic?" Stasia worried.

"The Hutts?" Drizelle added.

"Shut it!" Dryden barked and reached into his suit jacket. He revealed his hidden holster and unclipped a sleek pistol. Rising from his seat, the crime boss aimed his weapon at the nearby door. "No Jedi nor Hutt-scum bounty hunter will take me so easily. Diaval, watch the back wall in case-" A sudden smash had Dryden and the others glancing back. Using his talons, Diaval tore a hole in one of the ceiling panels. The Avinarian's wings had provided just enough leverage for him to reach above. "What are you doing?" Dryden asked.

"I'm afraid Crimson Dawn is no longer of interest to Mistress Maleficent," Diaval cawed while ascending into the vent.

"Blasted bird!" Tremaine scolded while her daughters wailed. "Take us with you!"

"Coward," Dryden growled under his breath as the blasts reached their loudest point. The sound of bodies dropping just behind the door had Dryden caressing his trigger. He'd endured his share of surreal encounters in Crimson Dawn. And still nothing could prepare Dryden for the scarlet plasma breaching his door.

He'd never seen such a blood red lightsaber in person. The pulsing, scarlet blade slid across the durasteel surface and carved a wide circle. As the weapon spun, it cast a red hue over all of those within. Cinderella dropped her tea tray and backed against the wall just as the door dropped.

A thick mist filled the confined air. It was accompanied by the horrid stench of scorched corpses. While some of Dryden's Hylobons lay riddled with blaster bolts, others were literally burnt to a crisp. The saber-wielding silhouette stepped back as a new horde of figures emerged. Dryden held his fire and observed a squad of armored Mandalorians. His stern visage reflected off of their T-shaped visors as they secured the room. One of the Mandalorians lingered behind his fellow warriors. His helmet's attachments looked like a pair of misshapen horns. Despite the alarming arrival, Dryden remained focused on the leader's insignia. Three, daunting prongs extended just above his visor. It was a symbol that'd struck fear in the strongest Mandalorians for generations. For an outsider like Dryden, the mark of Clan Vizsla was not to be taken lightly.

"Death Watch?" the crime lord uttered. "How much did the Hutts pay to pull you into this?"

"They do not answer to the Hutts," an eerily calm voice answered. As soon as it spoke up, the Mandalorians each took a step back. Tremaine bit back a gasp as a pair of Zabrak entered the room. While Savage still donned his bulky armor, Maul toted a shadowy tunic. His taloned cybernetics had been replaced by a pair of human-like legs. "They-" Maul growled before dropping his tone once more. "-answer to me."

"I've seen you before," Dryden realized. "You and the other. You're those creatures that the Republic has been hunting."

Maul's eye twitched at his remark. He exhaled sharply and bypassed Dryden's statement entirely. "Crimson Dawn," Maul whispered. "Your syndicate's name carries two of the most potent powers in the galaxy. Wealth-" he said while glancing at Tremaine. "-and fear," he concluded and glared at Dryden. "Yet, you hide away. Living like rats in squalor while slowly withering away."

Dryden kept his pistol aimed at Maul's head. "Spare me your lecture," he said. "If you've come to attack in our moment of perceived weakness, you'll find no groveling here."

Maul's yellow eyes listed between Dryden and his pistol. "I don't seek to destroy you," he admitted. "I seek to recruit you." His adversary raised a bewildered brow. "Dryden...Vos is it?" Maul queried while pacing across the room. "A new power is rising. The likes of which the galaxy has never seen."

"Your power?" Dryden inferred.

"My vision," Maul asserted. "And there is a seat for you among the others."

"Others?" Tremaine stammered from behind.

"Black Sun, Death Watch, and the Pyke Syndicate have already pledged their allegiances to me," Maul said. "Each serves a vital purpose in my Shadow Collective. With Crimson Dawn's wealth, you can help usher us into a greater future."

"What of the Hutt Clans?" Dryden asked.

"Your gang war is of little importance to my cause," Maul answered. "With our combined strength, we will make the Hutt Clans submit...or suffer."

"Dryden," Tremaine whispered.

Her worries went ignored as her boss asked, "And if we refuse to join your collective?"

"Then...you will suffer," Maul answered nonchalantly.

Dryden glanced around his ravaged conference room. He thought about the underbosses he'd lost and how cornered Crimson Dawn had become. While he was unsure about Maul's true intentions, a promised end to the Hutt Clan war lifted his spirits. "Crimson Dawn...shall join you," Dryden said. Maul subtly nodded until Tremaine threw a tantrum.

"And what wealth shall you be taking advantage of exactly?" she inquired. "The majority of Crimson Dawn's endeavors are funded by me. With the Republic cracking down on our systems and the loss of recent members, I alone have been keeping us afloat."

"Tremaine," Dryden scolded.

"No," she persisted. "Too long have I sat back and poured credits into this syndicate in exchange for protection. Where has that gotten us? I have daughters to think about!"

Dryden's body stiffened when a distinct hiss rang out across the room. Tremaine froze in place as a crimson hue illuminated against her torso. Her arms twitched impulsively as Maul drove his lightsaber through her body. Stasia and Drizelle screamed in horror until the Mandalorians took aim. Devastated and terrified, the young ladies dropped to their knees in tears. Maul's sinister stare fell upon them as he gestured to their mother's corpse. "Now your daughters can think about you and the fate that shall befall them should they resist."

Dryden stood alongside Maul and his cohorts while they observed Tremaine's sniveling daughters. "They won't stand against you," he told the Zabrak.

"Of course not," Maul replied. "They're afraid. Just as you are." Dryden bit back a scowl as Maul's Mandalorian ally approached.

"It's tradition for the weak to serve their captors," Pre Vizsla told Maul.

"Do what you must," Maul murmured. "We already have the alliance we came for. All we need now are the Hutts, and then Mandalore shall be yours."

While Maul convened with Dryden, Pre Vizsla stomped over to the mourning girls. His ominous, faceless presence had these once mischievous sisters quaking with fear. "Lieutenant," he said and Bo-Katan lowered her blaster. "Put these two to work in our kitchens."

"And the third?" Bo-Katan asked and glared at Cinderella.

Pre Vizsla stormed up to the youthful blonde. Although frightened, the slave dared to stand her ground. She'd been through enough under Tremaine's abuse to back down further. Despite her faltering resolve, Pre Vizsla angrily snatched her wrists and turned them over. He noticed Cinderella's callused palms and reddened fingers. "This slave is no stranger to hard labor," he said. While Cinderella tried to stare him down, all she did was gaze into her own exhausted reflection. "She will clean our armor."

Pre Vizsla shoved Cinderella towards Bo-Katan. As the lieutenant took her away, she couldn't help but listen to Stasia and Drizelle's cries. While she'd endured their mistreatment for years, she'd never wished for them to endure a similar fate. In fact, Cinderella didn't wish slavery on anyone in the galaxy. But as the Mandalorians snapped a pair of binders on her wrists, all she could do was remain calm. Have courage, Cinderella told herself as she was taken towards an unknown fate.

Tori Vica was no stranger to waking up early. Under Master Krell's mentorship, the Besalisk had forced her to rise and promptly polish his lightsabers. Under Master Gallia, an early morning was a fresh one. They'd spend their time engaging with exercises in the temple dojo. Master Meliz was a fan of sleeping in. She believed that the body would awaken when it was ready. Not a moment before nor after. But without a single master in her life, Tori controlled her own sleep schedule. In fact, sleeping at her parents' house had been the best rest she'd received in years.

Gentle beams of sunlight crept between her bedroom curtains. Her loose, purple locks shifted as she rolled over on an extravagant mattress. The massive, fluffy cushion was nearly eating her with each turn. Layer upon layer of thick blankets kept her nestled in a state of much-needed comfort. But even her luxurious state couldn't hinder the grief within her mind. Tori hadn't known Adi Gallia for long, but her late mentor had been caring nonetheless. She couldn't help but wonder if the outcome would've been any different had she joined the mission. For all Tori knew, Maul and his brother would've killed her as well.

Regret festered within Tori as she clenched her bulky sheets. Her head sank into her hot pink pillow as she gently closed her eyes. With each aching breath, Tori let her mind slip away. She imagined a different scenario beyond regret. One in which waking up in that massive bed was a daily routine. Where she never knew the feeling of a belted Jedi tunic. Instead, she wore elegant dresses and fancy jackets. She spent mornings laughing alongside her parents. Tori laughed with them until her stomach ached at night and they got to do it all over the next day. They helped entire cities worth of families across the galaxy, all under the Vica Foundation's benevolent name. Imagining the scenario brought a joyous grin to Tori's lips. She hugged her blankets and basked in her soft, pure white pajamas.

But for all of Tori's peaceful ruminating, she couldn't shake a single outcome. No matter how many tranquil moments she'd spend with her family, the galaxy would still be in turmoil. The war would still carry on. Tori imagined the horrific scenario of Separatist ships descending on Pantora...or even Coruscant. She felt helpless, holding her family close yet remaining unable to protect them. Without weapons at her sides or any knowledge of the Force, the life she dreamed of felt unsafe. It was but a fond, fragile vision. And as Tori came to terms with what the pain of it all meant, she made her decision.

The bedroom curtains were drawn and her bed had been tidily made. Her pajamas were neatly folded atop the pink sheets and left to glisten under fresh sunlight. As Tori stepped out of the bedroom, she took one last look at the room that was. She observed its cozy glow and soft carpeting. She stared longingly at the massive bed, and resisted every urge to pounce on it once more. And while the room was hauntingly silent, Tori heard her own voice echoing from within.

Last chance, it whispered. Only say the words, and this can all be yours.

"It could," she answered under her breath. "But for how long? At what cost?" Tori's fingers curled against the sturdy doorframe. "No," she affirmed and shut the door on a life that never was.

Being the accomplished business owners they were, Hoff and Datya were wide awake. Their assistant, Buthri, had just finished cooking a colossal breakfast platter. A creak from the stairwell had Datya smiling. "There's our darling now," she announced, her nose still buried in a holonews article. "Tori! You're just in time for the meal of your life! Buthri makes the finest-" Datya paused as Tori entered the room. A flicker of disappointment flashed across her eyes. Hoff's mustache quivered at the sight of Tori back in her Jedi robes. Although her voice cracked, Datya chose to show her child relentless support. "You look wonderful," she said and forced a smile. "But please, eat before you get going! I promise it's delicious. And Buthri-"

"Mom," Tori sighed, seeing right through her mother's facade. "I'm sorry."

"No," Datya asserted. "You don't apologize to me for a second, Tori Vica." While she stayed confident in her words, nothing could stop the tears from fleeing her eyes. "I just...don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

"None of us do," Hoff added while rising from his seat.

Tori used a deep breath to keep her own tears at bay. "I love you both so much," she said. "And this home...this life that you've offered me...is wonderful." Tori hung her head and glanced at her lightsaber hilts. "But if I walked away from the Order, I could never forgive myself. Knowing how many threats are still out there that I could've done something about...would break me. I'd feel as helpless as I did when Master Gallia died. Had it been either of you or anyone else-" Just fathoming the thought was enough to send tears rolling down Tori's blue cheeks. "You let the Order train me so I could become everything and anything I needed to be. It's taken me some time to figure out what exactly that meant."

"And what have you found?" Hoff asked.

"I am a protector," Tori replied. "And master or not, it is my sworn duty to defend those around me. I must return to the Order. Not just for myself, but for everyone I know."

"We understand," Datya sniffled. "And we are so-" Her mother pursed her lips as more tears flowed. "-immensely proud of you." She and Hoff pulled Tori into a bittersweet embrace.

"Whenever you feel lost or afraid, just come here." Hoff intoned and kissed Tori's forehead. "Our door is always open to you."

"And we'd better see you for next year's Life Day dinner," Datya jested while drying her eyes. "Hoff and Buthri won't burn the tip-yip if you're here to help me scold them!"

Tori chuckled at her remark and wiped away her tears. "Deal," she said with a sniffle. "I'd stay for breakfast, but I've kept the Order waiting long enough."

"That's our Tori," Hoff lauded. "As persistent as ever."

"Go," Datya said and lovingly gripped her daughter's shoulders. Their golden gazes met as she sharply whispered, "Be great."

Tori made for the door and glanced back at her loving family. As she did so, the sunlight illuminated her violet bun. It created a distinct glow just behind her head, making her appear celestial in nature. "Goodbye," she told her parents. "And may the Force be with you."

Out of every youngling in Brith Clan, Stel Sovan was considered to be many things. The loudest talker...the most annoying...and the lightest sleeper. He'd earned his restless title thanks to a number of energetic qualities. The young Theelin's mind never seemed to quiet down. Whether he was thinking about what he ate for dinner or how much fur a Wookie had, Stel always had something on his mind. He'd also toss and turn in his bed until he looked like a folded up ronto wrap. When Stel finally did get to sleep, he was easily awakened by the most abrupt of sounds. In this morning's case, a bizarre coughing fit had him stirring.

Stel's disheveled swoop of blue hair bobbed as he bolted awake. "Huh?" the youngling mumbled as the coughing persisted. As he rubbed his groggy eyes, he observed Master Adersen clearing his throat.

"Younglings," the elder declared. "Rise and shine!" he concealed another coughing fit and straightened his posture. "Time for stretches! Circle up!"

While Stel was quick to slide out of bed, other younglings were still groaning awake. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Livia, his fellow youngling inquired. The Zeltron pointed her pink finger towards his unmade bed and gestured to her completed 'masterpiece.'

"Oh right!" Stel gasped and rushed to fix it up.

"Hopeless," Livia whispered to herself before Stel hurriedly returned.

"How'd you sleep?" Stel asked as they began their guided stretches.

"Great, just as I always do." she answered. "Now stop talking before you get us both in trouble."

Stel moped and reluctantly kept swaying his arms. Master Adersen guided his class until the doors behind them opened. The arriving visitor prompted Livia to gasp as Stel remained clueless. "What?" the Theelin blurted. "What is it?"

"Shhh!" Livia scolded while triple-checking her posture. "It's her."

"Master Shaak Ti?"

Livia wanted to smack her fellow youngling, but instead glared frustratedly. "Knight Dellian," she growled through gritted teeth before forcing a smile. Stel grew wide-eyed and inched closer to Livia. Peeking beside her, he noticed Elsa stepping into the clan's chamber. To his and Master Adersen's astonishment, her right arm was fully healed. "Stel," Livia scoffed as he looked at her. "Remember what I said about personal space?"

"Oh right," he bumbled and shuffled back to his stretching spot.

"Elsa?" Adersen greeted. "Good morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Good morning, master." Elsa greeted with a bow. "I'm sorry to arrive so early, but this couldn't wait. Might I have a word in private?"

"But of course," he answered as they stepped towards the hall. "Keep up your stretching routine, younglings!" he instructed. "Once you're finished, you may begin meditation."

Adersen hunched forward with a heavy cough as they entered the hall. "Are you alright?" Elsa asked.

"Never better," Adersen rejoiced. "Especially now that you're here. I see that you healed your arm."

"Yes, and an inner part of myself in the process," Elsa explained. "That's actually why I've come to speak with you."

Back inside the chamber, Brith Clan had divided. While some younglings had continued their stretches as instructed, others used the unsupervised moment to chat. Livia's grin widened as she touched her toes with ease. Stel tried to copy her and only fell over. "Well," Livia proclaimed. "It's been a journey, Stel. But I wish you the best in Brith Clan. My time has come."

"Are you dying?" he worried.

"No I'm not dying!" Livia scolded.

"Are you leaving Brith Clan? The Jedi Order? Where will you live?"

Livia had to literally place a hand on the Theelin's mouth. "Are you finished?" He nodded and she released him. "The only place I'm going is up." She wasn't amused by Stel's perplexed brows. "Isn't it obvious?" she groaned. "Knight Dellian saw how dutifully diligent I was at the Life Day charity event. Right now, she's talking to Master Adersen about accepting a Padawan. Once she takes me on as her apprentice, I'll probably never see you again. So it was nice knowing you." The doors opened and Livia widened her smile once again. "Here we go!" she squealed excitedly.

"Youngling Sovan," Master Adersen declared and the room went silent.

"Me?" Stel asked.

"Wait, what?" Livia choked,

The clan's master smiled softly and gestured to Elsa. "Knight Dellian would like to speak to you."

Stel swallowed hard and picked at his uneven nails. "Um...okay," he worried and inched his way forward.

"Oh no," Livia whispered to another youngling. "The Jedi Council sent Knight Dellian all the way here to personally expel him from the Order. Poor Stel." Despite her theory, Livia curiously peeked at their conversation while Adersen led meditation.

"Whatever I did, I'm so sorry." Stel immediately said while stepping up to Elsa. She could sense the frantic waves of anxiety rippling off of him.

"You don't have to apologize," Elsa assured. "Not today anyway." As she knelt before the youngling, her mind flashed back to when she was around Stel's age. She recalled Master Yelena calmly approaching her to deliver similar news.

"Your arm's better," Stel pointed out.

"It is," Elsa said. "I figured I'd need both if I was to fully support a Padawan."

"So it's true," the Theelin realized. "You are here for Livia."

"Who?" Elsa asked with furrowed brows. Her confusion only added to Stel's befuddlement. Elsa shook off the remark and said, "Master Adersen tells me that you have trouble working with your fellow students. However, you were able to pass your Initiate Trials." Stel nervously nodded, offering no rebuttal. "If I had received that report alone, I would've believed that you weren't a team player. But I saw your deeds during Life Day. Although you acted recklessly, you saw your beliefs through to the end. And in turn, you helped save many lives."

"What are you trying to say, Knight Dellian?" Stel fretted.

"That-...just because others might not understand you, it doesn't mean you're incapable. Maybe you're...'a step ahead' in a sense."

Stel shook his head in denial. "I don't feel a step ahead of anything," he said. "I just feel like a messy wad of messiness. I can't even stay focused!"

Elsa smiled softly. "Perhaps I can help hone your focus and nurture your skills."

Stel stiffened. "Y-you?"

"If you'd have me."

"As in...like a master?" Stel stammered.

Elsa nodded, yet raised a hand. "The council and your master granted me permission," she said. "I want to train you, Stel. But this bond between master and apprentice should be as much your choice as it is mine to-"

"Yes!" Stel blurted excitedly. After doing so, he immediately shrunk down and shushed himself. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Why are you sorry?" Elsa inquired.

Stel cautiously bit his lip as Elsa leaned in. He worriedly exhaled and confessed, "I don't think I'm ready for this. I've heard the stories about all that you've done. Maybe you'd be better with one of the other younglings."

Elsa noted his somber answer, recalled Yelena's teachings, and said, "Young man...I'm going to let you in on an ancient secret." She beckoned the child closer and brought her voice down to a whisper. "You'll never really be ready to face the trials of life. All you can do...is hold your head up high and dive into the unknown." Elsa extended a hand and said, "I believe in you, Stel. Will you embark on this journey with me?"

Stel gulped and swiftly nodded. "Okay," he uttered.

As the duo reached their agreement, Master Adersen smiled blissfully. "Students," he said during his lecture. "Let us bid farewell to young Sovan as he begins the next path in his Jedi training. Just as you all shall someday."

"WHAT?!" Livia shrieked. The Zeltron almost toppled over after learning such news. "He's with-...And-...But I-..."

Filz and Keruu were speechless. The Karkaradons' blubbery jaws dropped as they watched Stel depart alongside Elsa. Freedom and fear clashed within the Theelin as he glanced at his astonished peers. He awkwardly waved goodbye until Elsa led him onward. As they traversed the temple's expansive halls, Elsa couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Stel asked.

"Nothing," Elsa replied. "It's just that this brings back memories. I remember walking down this hall when my master first chose me."

"Where's your master now?" Stel questioned. "Did she take a new Padawan? Or Padawans?"

Elsa shook her head. "No. Master Yelena sits on the council now. She actually helped me get permission to train you. Nowadays, she'll do whatever the council asks of her, so she doesn't have time to take on students."

While thousands of Jedi inhabited the temple grounds, few truly knew of the many secrets nestled within. A winding, hidden staircase led deep into a hidden chamber. The likes of which contained a pair of ancient doors. The Jedi Order's bold emblem lay etched across the sealed entrance as an elder's voice echoed within. Narrow slivers of collected light shined down on Master Yelena's closed eyes.

"Let go," she said. "Reach out and feel the Force around you. Listen to the sound of your own heartbeat. Now hear mine. Sense the connection between our essences and embrace it." As Yelena and her student knelt under the dim light, several objects floated around them. Under their combined, meditative states...the objects orbited at a steady pace. "That's it," Yelena whispered as a smile formed on her lips. "Hold on to that tranquility and let it guide you forward. Steady yourself in the Light Side's power." She softly peeked at her assigned apprentice and said, "Now...Grogu. Open your eyes."

Before her sat a tiny, cloaked youngling. His long green ears were akin to Master Yoda's as he gently babbled. Opening his gentle brown eyes, Grogu was awestruck at the sight of so many hovering items. His long-nailed digits twitched as his pudgy jaw dropped. Yelena chuckled as Grogu looked at her with astonishment.

"Yes," she assured and motioned to the floating objects. "You did this. The Force is strong in you, little one."

Amid his eagerness, the youngling broke concentration and sent the items crashing down. The ensuing clamor startled Yelena, much to Grogu's amusement.

The child's giggle was contagious and Yelena couldn't help but join him. As they laughed alongside one another, Yelena was reminded of Elsa's first meditation. She'd been just as attuned as Grogu was as a Padawan. Yelena could still remember the spirited look on Elsa's face when she first practiced 'objects in orbit.'

"When can we meditate again?" young Elsa had asked enthusiastically.

"Do we really have to meditate?" young Stel groaned while following Elsa.

"But of course," the eldest Dellian quickly answered. "Meditation is a crucial part of the Jedi way. It helps us sort our thoughts and remain calm in the most stressful of situations."

"I can't even remain calm in calm situations," Stel remarked.

"Just...trust me," Elsa sighed. She guided her new apprentice out towards the temple gardens. She basked in a breath of fresh air and said, "My master and I used to meditate here when I was your age. The garden is so full of wondrous and thriving plant life. It's a great place to connect with the Living Force." Elsa's brows furrowed when she noticed that Stel hadn't followed her. "Padawan?" she inquired, still getting accustomed to using the title. As Elsa turned, she noticed Stel's shuffling boots just behind the garden doors. "Stel? Are you coming?"

"Sorry, master," the Theelin stammered before stumbling out. "I had to retie my braid." As Stel stepped into the sunlight, Elsa glimpsed his new haircut. His tousled, blue waves had been trimmed down on the sides. While his signature, upward swoop remained, the rest of his hair was tied into a thin Padawan braid.

"Again?" Elsa blurted. But you just retied it upstairs."

"I know," Stel sulked.

"Please try to stop fidgeting with it," Elsa encouraged. "Your braid is a crucial piece of your journey as a Jedi. It will show the galaxy that the future of the Force is bright and grant hope to those who need it. It is a symbol, past down from-" Elsa paused as Stel impulsively plucked at his braid. "What did I just say?" she huffed.

"Sorry," the youngling winced, laughing nervously as he dropped his hair.

"It's alright," Elsa relented and focused on their floral surroundings. She knelt before a serene fountain and said, "This spot should do just fine. Now Stel, I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes." He nodded and mirrored her tranquil gesture. "Don't worry about quieting your mind," she whispered. "Instead, let the thoughts flow piece by piece. Stay grounded in the moment. Feel the cool breeze on your skin and listen to the rustling flowers around you. Embrace each sensation," she said while delving into her Force connection. Elsa's elongated lightsaber hilt unclipped and hovered amid her meditative state. It levitated up to her face as she continued her lecture. "Steady yourself in the Light Side's power. Feel its soothing, warm glow within you. Now, how does that make you feel?"

"Like I have to pee."

"What?" Elsa choked and broke out of her meditation. Her lightsaber was about to disassemble when she caught it in midair. Minding her frustration, Elsa turned to Stel with pursed lips and befuddled eyes.

"That fountain's trickling is really loud," Stel confessed. "Can we please move?"

Elsa scratched at the back of her head, but ultimately obliged. "Certainly," she said politely and guided him through the garden. Once they were away from the fountain, Elsa prepared to kneel again. "Now where were we?"

"Woah," Stel gasped and pointed towards a pot of orange leaves. "Those flowers look like fireballs!"

"That they do, now let's-"

"And these flowers-"

"Padawan," Elsa pushed a stern tone. "Concentrate."

"R-right," he fumbled and knelt at her side.

Goodness, Elsa thought to herself. I sound like Master Yelena.

"Let's just start with some deep breathing," Elsa instructed as the youngling followed suit. "Each time you exhale, I want you to focus on relaxing a different part of your body. We'll coordinate our breaths to become one with each other. Ready?"

"Yeah," Stel whispered and firmly gripped his knees.

"Breathe in," Elsa said and whiffed the midday air. "And out." As Stel exhaled, a distinct hum caught his attention. With each breath, Elsa felt herself relaxing to her teachings. Her muscles loosened up as she tuned out foreign distractions. "Now," she explained. "I want you to see the environment around us. Not with your eyes...but with your mind. Okay?" Despite her calmness, Elsa raised a brow when Stel didn't answer. "Apprentice?" she beckoned. She opened one of her eyes to see that her youngling had wandered elsewhere in the garden. "By the Force," she grumbled.

Stel crept through the garden in search of the distracting hums. The sounds grew louder as he hopped into a planter and pulled back on several leaves. As he peered beyond the thick foliage, he observed a pair of swishing lightsabers. Green and blue hues danced together as two Jedi practiced their saber forms. They were like a pair of well-programmed droids, moving together in perfect synchronization. As the Padawan concluded her saber swing, she noticed Stel peeking from the leaves. Her blue-green eyes widened as she lowered her saber. "Oh!" she gasped and caught her master's attention.

Stel froze after being discovered. His fright only increased as Elsa snatched him by the shoulder. "What are you doing in here?" she admonished until she noticed the other Jedi. "Wait," Elsa uttered and squinted towards the Padawan. She noted the woman's light brown skin and sleek, black braid. "H-have we met before?"

The apprentice thought back to the temple cafeteria long ago, where she and her master were watching Corellian Cup results on the nearest datascreen. "Elsa Dellian?" the woman queried while her master stepped closer.

"Trilla!" Elsa recalled. "And Master Junda! My goodness, it feels like it's been ages."

"In many ways, it has," Cere Junda jested. The sun shimmered against her dark skin while a thick braid swayed behind her. "We've heard plenty about your accomplishments, Knight Dellian."

"Who's your friend?" Trilla asked and helped pull the Theelin out his planter.

"This is Stel Sovan," Elsa introduced. "My Padawan."

"You've already taken on a student?" Trilla realized. "It's inspiring, really. I'm still working through my trials."

"Say-" Stel blurted and rushed up to Trilla. "That spinny-saber move you were doing was so awesome. Can you show it to me?"

"Stel," Elsa started to reprimand him through gritted teeth.

"It's alright," Cere assured and gave Trilla permission. The Padawans found a clearing in the garden and sparked up their blue lightsabers. Elsa's heavy sigh caught Cere's attention as she glanced over. "The first apprentice is never easy," she said. "Especially to mentor at your age."

"He's only twelve years old," Elsa murmured. "I didn't have that much energy at twelve." She shook her head while watching Stel fumble around with Trilla. "He should be meditating," Elsa remarked. "He's completely imbalanced."

"He'll get there," Cere said.

"But only with the right guidance," Elsa insisted. "Every next step he takes hinges on my teachings. I've got to be there for him in all of the right ways, and he's just...just-"

"Knight Dellian," Cere interrupted. Her gaze was as intense as it was sincere. "Do you know what my biggest mistake was when I first started training Trilla?" Elsa shrugged. "I was so swept up with how my mentor, Master Cordova, taught me...that I didn't even try reinventing anything. I tried teaching her just as he had me from the start. But that proved to be an uphill climb. Elsa, you didn't have Stel's energy at twelve because you're not him. And he isn't you. You can't expect to train him just as Master Yelena did for you. I know that as mentors, all we want is the best for our students. But they're no different than the flowers around us." Cere raised a hand to the surrounding, untouched planters. "These wondrous plants will all grow at their own style and rate. All we have to do is be there to support and nurture them."

As Elsa took in Cere's words, she observed Stel's failed attempts at mirroring Trilla's saber stances. The Padawans laughed off each try while Elsa thought, Okay, Stel...how do I reach you?

Even as the sun set over Galactic City, its residents were nowhere near ready for bed. In fact, Coruscanti were as restless as ever with the release of Krykna-Man: No Way Home. Theaters across the city were swarming with eager fans longing to enjoy themselves. As they faced a seemingly endless war, movies like Krykna-Man helped people escape the horrors of reality. But the enjoyment of holofilms wasn't limited to civilians alone. In fact, Anna Dellian still couldn't believe that she and her team had made it to the premiere.

Zodra and Mattias led the way towards a bustling theater in CoCo Town. Anna's repeated winces prompted Mattias to glance back and check on her. He fought to conceal a chuckle as she repeatedly pinched her arm. "For the last time, Anna-" Mattias jested. "-you're not dreaming."

"I know," Anna sighed. "I just can't believe this is actually happening. How'd you manage to get us all tickets again?"

"That was Zodra's doing, not mine." Mattias explained.

The Nautolan smirked. "I just waited for the servers to stop crashing by sunrise and made a simple purchase," she said. "Simple. Master Mattias had told me how much this holomovie meant to you."

"It's only gonna be the best one ever!" Speedy cheered alongside Anna. He and the other Deathchasers and swapped their armor for casual, Republic wear. Loose-fitting military jackets crinkled atop their grey shirts. If someone didn't know any better, they might've thought the clones were part of a street gang with their matching outfits.

Wearing unarmored Jedi robes had become a privilege for Anna. She enjoyed the extra level of comfort as they stepped into the theater. "What kind of popcorn would you like?" Mattias asked.

"Is that even a question?" Blazer quipped.

"The biggest one," Anna answered. "And load on that butter."

"Might I suggest we watch our calorie intake?" Sparx muttered.

"We'll burn it all blasting droids," Speedy assured.

Anna scooped their tub of popcorn off of the counter and hauled it towards the butter station. As she did so, Mattias couldn't help but chuckle alongside Zodra. "In many ways-" he whispered to her. "-she's the daughter I never had."

"You've been a good mentor to her," Zodra said and discreetly caressed his arm. "And you would've made a brilliant father." He nodded until she said, "Perhaps we can pretend this is our own family outing. The theater is a place to escape and believe in fantasies after all."

A gentle smile came upon Mattias. "I'd love that, my dear," he whispered and kept watching his old Padawan. The war had taken its grim toll on her, so seeing any sliver of joy was refreshing for Mattias.

The Deathchasers stood at attention as Anna gestured to the butter machines. "Man your stations," she commanded. "I want every butter machine they have to fire on this popcorn bucket." Each clone gripped a nozzle and awaited her command. "Fire!" Pieces of popcorn scrambled about as Blazer, Sparx, and Speedy unleashed delectable fury. Wave upon wave of buttery streams bombarded the popcorn. So much so, that the clones began to question Anna's sanity. But the general's gaze intensified. "More," she said as the butter kept coming. "More...MORE!"

"That's enough," a familiar voice chirped as Anna snapped out of her stupor. She turned to see Padawan Gav Riden approaching with a wingful of snacks. His traditional Jedi robes had been replaced by a sleek pair of blue ones. The likes of which contained several, azure armor pieces. He peeked at the doused popcorn bucket and jested, "Do you think you put enough?"

"Gav?" Anna inquired. "I didn't know you were a Krykna-Man fan."

The Avinarian shrugged. "Not the biggest, but there's no way in hell that I'm letting someone spoil this for me."

Recalling Gav from the Battle of Bespin, Blazer looked him over. "Nice gear, kid," the sergeant said.

"I'm gonna need it," he confessed and sneered in disgust. "Just when I think the Republic stands a chance, the Seps throw another surprise at us. According to the latest briefing, we had them pushed to the brink. Hell, I was almost expecting Dooku's surrender. But then out of nowhere, Grievous just launched an all-out offensive. Where'd he even get the droids to launch such an attack?"

"If there's one thing I've learned-" Blazer began. "-the Seppies will never run out of clankers."

Gav sulked. "That being said, it looks like our only option is to beat them back again. Master Chuza, the Flying 54th, and I are shipping out for Teth tomorrow. So I'm here, enjoying my last moment of normalcy before these Outer Rim Sieges begin. Given your unit's reputation, I'm sure you'll be called in to stop this mess too. From what I've gathered, it's all hands on deck." Gav held his snacks close and strutted to his designated theater. "Enjoy the movie, Dellian," he squawked.

"Yeah," she murmured. "You too."

"General?" Blazer worried as they trudged towards their theater. "Are...you alright?"

His inquiry caught Mattias' attention as Anna answered, "I will be." Whether she was his apprentice or not anymore, Mattias knew Anna inside and out. He sensed her distress and tapped on Zodra's shoulder.

"Do you mind leading the men to their seats?" he asked. Catching on, Zodra obliged as he approached Anna. "Hey," Mattias said. "Why don't we take a quick walk?"

"We don't want to miss the movie," she grumbled and averted her gaze. "It starts in two minutes."

Mattias smirked, "You mean forty-five minutes of previews starts in two minutes."

"That's fair," Anna concurred as they wandered down the theater's hall.

"So what's going on?" her old master asked. "And don't say that you added too much butter."

His jest coaxed a smile out of Anna. "I ran into Gav," she lamented. "He was going on about how the Republic...specifically the Jedi are being called to push back Grievous' new offensive. The way he talked about seeing the movie tonight...it was like it was his only chance for normalcy." Anna wrinkled her nose and turned towards Mattias. "Do we even know what 'normal' is?"

They ascended to the theater's upper level and leaned over a balcony. Mattias took his time to answer and observed the countless patrons still buying snacks below. "We swing laser swords and move things with our minds," Mattias quipped. "A normal life was never an option." She sulked at his response as he rushed to continue. "Now that's not necessarily a bad thing," he insisted. "I mean...ever since you were a youngling, you've always wanted to go above and beyond."

"And I still do," Anna assured. Without even meaning to, she caressed the kyber necklace Kristoff had given her. "But experiencing moments like this. Seeing a movie...drowning popcorn in butter...is it really so wrong?"

Mattias furrowed his brows at her phrasing. "No," he said. "Movies and popcorn were never a problem. But I get the feeling that you're questioning something else." Anna's eyes trailed off towards a couple of Rodian teens below. They finished buying their snacks before linking arms and strutting off. Another couple concluded using the theater's photo booth. The teens slipped out before looking over the photos and sharing a laugh. "Or someone else," Mattias inquired to snap Anna free of her daze.

"Wait, what?" she stammered and nervously fidgeted with her hair. "Like...a person? Wh-what are you saying, Mattias? You know how wrong that-...No!"

Sweat drenched her forehead as Mattias simpered. "Being a Jedi has never been so stressful. I didn't have to grow up during wartime and the pressure we put on today's youth is insurmountable."

"Why are you telling me this?" Anna asked while wiping the sweat from her brows.

"Because you need to know that it's okay to find comfort...beyond doctrine." Anna's heart sank at his words, yet she feared saying anything else. "I'll always have your back," Mattias assured. "No matter what. Just tell me this-" Anna nervously leaned in. "Does he or she make you happy?"

Anna battled back tears and uttered, "Yeah...he does." It felt so wrong for her to utter those words. Like she'd just committed treason to the closest man she had to a father. Yet Mattias remained steadfast. He smiled softly and nodded to her. "He's a mess, but I think he means well."

Feeling bold enough, Mattias spoke up. "Hans just needs to find his proper path in life."

Anna's eyes widened. "How'd you-"

"Oh come on," her elder teased. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. The amount of times you two have snuck off to train together...it was obvious."

"Train together?" Anna choked as her face flushed with red. "Oh yeah...of course. So much...rigorous...training." She took a deep breath to steady herself as a thought dawned upon her. "Did you ever have...someone?" she dared to ask.

Mattias looked into Anna's inquisitive eyes and trusted her wholeheartedly. "I do," he whispered before grinning discreetly. "And we'd best not keep her waiting."

Anna gasped. "Zodra? Mattias...I had no idea."

"The Jedi Order tells us to let go of attachments," Mattias said. "But I've learned that the bonds...the love that we share with others only makes us stronger. I mean, look at our connection. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Thanks for trusting me," Anna told her elder.

"Always," Mattias answered and wrapped his arm around her. "Keep the faith, Anna. Stay strong and this war will come to an end. And the love we share with others will echo beyond our years."

As Anna embraced Mattias, they made their way back to the theater. For even if their instance of peace was short, it was a tranquil moment nonetheless. Anna's heart leapt at the sight of her Deathchasers snacking on popcorn. Blazer, her sergeant and best friend, eagerly patted the empty seat next to him. She happily joined him as their hands bumped atop the popcorn bowl.

Meanwhile Zodra and Mattias claimed the seats beside them. The lights dimmed, and Krykna-Man's opening sequence started to play. Anna and Speedy cheered as their web-slinging hero zipped across the big screen. Amidst the dark revelry, Mattias snuck his hand over to Zodra's lap. The masters succumbed to their own solace while taking each other's hands. For a moment, their bond felt powerful enough to lift the galaxy. And perhaps that was all they needed.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading this week's installment of "The Frozen Force". It is an honor and pleasure to entertain you all each week. Your support is always greatly appreciated through and beyond this story. Seriously, all of your well wishes meant the world to me. We are now 3 reviews away from 300 and 5 chapters away from 100. None of this is possible without amazing people like you. In fact, we have something very special to celebrate. This month, "The Frozen Force" turns two years old! I'll see you next week for the second ever FROZEN FORCE ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL!

Long Live Imagination and May the Force be with You,

~ Michael