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Theme. Hugs shared, smiles exchanged. Leah was heartfelt by the warm reception. Rebels and Jedi standing together to see her off. She was glad to know they understood. Glad to see them united in spite of everything that’s happened. Leah trusted the Alliance would remain strong without her...

Leah wasn’t sure where she was. She hardly registered what happened. One moment, she was with her son on Dantooine, hands together over his lightsaber. Next moment, she was thrust with the edge of his blade, gone. Except, not gone. Just somewhere else. Back in the fields of wheat and corn. Out...

Theme. “Elias.” She echoed. Leaves rippled against a gust of wind from the north. A chill climbed her spine but her smile was warm. Thoughts whisked away, there was only she and her son. Nobody else. She had been waiting for such a moment for years. She had rehearsed what to say a hundred...

Two days after the Last Goodbye... Leah couldn’t sleep. Since leaving Ifrane, since leaving everyone and everything behind her, she struggled to find peace or purpose. All her mind could find were old memories. Aurora, smiling through the canopy of trees as they observed students on the...

Two weeks before the Last Goodbye... Her body relaxed against the back of the tub. Neck rested on the brink, hair draped over the edge, she fluttered in and out of focus. Her fingers grazed the surface of the water, each nail leaving a ripple she could not pry her eyes from. She drifted in...

No Sith, PvP, whatever. It was time for Leah to go. To find Aurora, to seek out Valentine, to bring her son back into the fold. She had many regrets. She carried a heavy burden. But she moved forward. She had to, and she hoped the others would too. Strangers, allies, friends. Leah hoped they...

What was said could never be unsaid. Leah knew that, but still, she fought. For her friends, family. Rebels and Jedi. The Jedi Master loved them and she could not bear to lose them. She could not give in so easily. The witch was powerful, almost too much, but Leah was neither weak or alone. With...

A rebel she knew little of or about stepped forward first. Blue skin, golden eyes, and words that cut deep. It was what Leah expected after the whole ordeal. Her own tribunal, to mirror Valentine or Aurora, given the web of secrets and lies she weaved and fabricated. She was undeserving of...

“You’re telling me.” Leah replied with a light chuckle. Whether her answer meant the mistaken beliefs of Aurora or the crazy mynocks, Alysanne might never know. Especially as a few more winged creatures sprung out of the darkness, teeth bared, tails swinging. Unlike the others, they were more...

Leah stumbled. One step toward the altar led her nowhere. One swing of her lightsaber found nothing. One long stare into the mist gave no answer. Her eyes wandered from one corner to another, wondering where the Nightsister went or what she planned. Dark thoughts lingered and a dark force...

The Fanged Disciples were gone. Their sanctuary now ruins. The witch summoned from the depths destroyed. Jedha freed. While the Dark Side had no place left in the Holy City, did the Light? Little had changed. The Church of the Force found faith, but their numbers were few. The rebels were...

“Forget what they might say, because they don’t understand. The Jedi hangs by a string. They need someone to guide them, and while I cannot be that someone, you can.” She said, and she was right. There were those that considered the Jedi Covenant to be seditious and a return to be almost...

Jake was clever. He surprised the Jedi Master even more than he already did. Young as he was, he knew a thing or two about war. He understood the hardships ahead, how difficult the journey would be, and he still stood willing. A part of her wondered if the boy was squandered under the tutelage...

Leah sighed. It was disappointing to see the Quarren leave. The ambassador tried her best, but no matter how many words she spoke or how hard she flexed her diplomatic muscles, they refused to concede. They would rather stand their ground, allow the Empire to continue in their atrocities, and...

Leah paused. Her plea and her cry for help was heard, and she was grateful to know Vu’thari was listening, but she realized she was overstepping her bounds. The Jedi Master had already exhibited her imbalance in the Force and conflicting emotions. While her words told the other Jedi everything...

Coruscant, Mandalorians. While Leah exhibited surprise, she wasn’t so stunned. The Jedi Master would have expected as much out of Raz Solus, especially after the invasion of Al’doleem. Mandalore would need to take out their anger somewhere after the death of Daniel Solus, a man she never met but...

“Pleased to see me?” She echoed his words, unbelieving. Almost tempted to laugh. Was Vu’thari serious? As she eyed him, Leah knew he meant every word, but she struggled to accept it. “The last we spoke, Vu’thari, I told you that you could leave with Aurora and I wouldn’t so much as bat an eye.”...

Her enemy brandished two polished blades. Edges stained with red, eyes burning with deadpan fury, Leah could see the man was no ordinary guard. They relished in the fight. The Jedi didn’t need the Force to know she was dealing with someone of equal skill with a blade. Not that she was worried...

“Oh, please. The food isn’t that good.” She said, laughing, the lightness of her own voice rising. Truly, Leah was glad to have Crix back. He could have walked away. There was so much more he could have done rather than rejoin the Rebellion and throw his life on the line after a single...

Leah was hurting. Since the tribunal of Valentine, since exiling Aurora, since losing A’doleem. She was a whirlpool of emotions. Anguish, fear, worry— all swirling together in a storm that sucked her in. Jedi Master she might be, she was not flawless. She had doubts and regrets. One especially...