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Five years. Five years trapped in that damn cave. Unable to see. Unable to dig herself out; her comm was smashed beyond repair, and eventually, the only thing that could give her light was the Fallen Blade. Nightmares plagued her for months until she hardly knew what was real and what wasn't...

In a cave, on an abandoned planet, in a galaxy far, far away... You need to wake up. I cannot go with you this time- Kill the Jedi, take the children. Master, you've abandoned us. The Jedi are now considered outlaws. You've turned your back on us! INDYANA, WAKE UP! The galaxy rang with the...

She had kept away from most of the Order, and the galaxy, for a month now. She had heard about Drastus, had seen Felix, and kept in contact with Arctus. All three of them were the only people she had left, and she failed all three of them. She was so confident in her teaching, so proud in the...

She had felt it, when it happened. Not sharp nor defined, but like a sickness in her chest. Still, the holonet broadcast made her stagger. Cold hands pressed against the countertop as wide golden eyes stared numbly at the broadcast and the Chief's sorrowing face, and an emotion pierced into her...

Two Padawans was plenty for the Jedi Master, she reasoned, and though both were young men with their own troubles and doubts, she knew she was much the same at their age. Still, she couldn't deny there was little excitement with bringing them both along, and this was an exercise for the Jedi's...

She nodded once, and gestured for him to follow her. No doubt being in a public space wouldn't do well, but she couldn't help but feel what he felt. The anger. The need for vengeance. All these toxic emotions had to be addressed... and the last thing this young man seemed to need was to be...

Master Sati was not the same Pantoran she was some weeks ago. With the loss of the Temple, many of the Jedi scattered and grew silent. Indy was one of them, retreating into her digs to do some more research; she would have waited for Roland, but he had enough on his hands with Coruscant...

The box laid open before her. She squared her shoulders, and took a deeper breath. Same as the Council Masters, she could sense the open wound in the Force, the void that it was. It called to her even from Jedha, luring her to the planet. But not to heal it. No... what millennia of darkness, of...

Kashyyyk. The last time she was on this planet, she and Max rescued a slaver camp of Wookies, took down a Madclaw and convinced the Trandoshans of better quarry than their old enemies. Reports of slavings dwindled to near nothing, and with rumors of a possible wealth of untold quantity lurking...

True to her word, Indyana had showered quickly and dressed to meet the Council. Max had given his vote of confidence for her ascension to the rank of Master, so this meeting was two-fold. Not only to prove herself worthy of the trials, but to present them with the object that had given herself...

Chains. Stun cuffs? She could hear the rattling from far away. The last thing she could remember was the feel of the dusty ruins around them, the remainders of some important artifact... She could sense more. Other bodies? Where even were they? They... them... She lunged back to...

Indyana could never forget that feeling of helplessness. A green blade blazed brilliantly to life, as she swung it down hard in a smooth left-to-right arc, eyes focused ahead. That brokenness at seeing them turn away from her. Max. Felix. Another swing hummed as she backpedaled, then...

Ever since being on Jedha, Indy felt an edge of anticipation. Not just for having the Fallen Blade, but finding out, slowly, bits and pieces of its' history. She had no real proof of its' last owner, apart from a Jedi vision. If she was ever to catalogue it properly, she would have to go to one...

Having a general direction to go by, Indyana and Roland were set to leave the proverbial den of thieves and go towards the supposed place of several broken artifacts. The cut from dim light to brightness blinded Indy for a few beats; she blinked, squinting into the hard light long enough to...

The planet hung like a marble of blues and greens before the front view of the Galahad, a planet whose stance, both anthropologically and historically, was a mystery to the greater stance of the galaxy. For a moment, Indy allowed herself a simple, enjoyed view of it. The planet itself was...

When it came to murder for sport, Indy always had a bad taste in her mouth. This new twist on diplomacy was not her cup of tea, which was perhaps the reason why she was enlisted in this nonsense in the first place. But she was here to help Max and her fellow Jedi in whatever ways she could, and...

It had been some time since Indy had met the Mandalorian Ranger Roland, but out of any outside help that she knew of, he seemed the most likely to help in this particular mission. It seemed especially apropos that , considering his interests, he could come along to this planet... but as she...

-Theme- When it came to being on the down-low, Indyana thought she did a pretty good job. Her synthleather jacket paired nicely with worn work pants, a light white synthweave shirt and her usual boots. A familiar hat was perched over violet hair, and gold eyes peeked from under the brim. She...

Indyana was not going to admit yet that she was lost. But three days without her personav(having left that on her ship), and following clues from one source, which she should not have trusted... she was definitely lost. She sighed in frustration, gritting her teeth as she gazed at a tree that...