Ifrane was torment. The world was cracked and split by the greed of the galaxy. Darkness had taken root deep in the planet…clawing to escape. A world that once pathed in Light was now consumed by Darkness. Of course, even the darkest night gave way to the Light. An ancient Jedi Praxeum endured despite years of devastation. A small silver of Light constantly battling against the Dark. Frankly, the Order had no inkling why the Praxeum had not succumb. The Jedi had long since abandoned the facility.
That was what drew the Jedi to it now. How had this small flicker of the Light managed to stand tall against the Darkness? Why had it endured when so much else failed? Alexandria Voran had managed to pilot her shuttle a short distance from the Praxeum. The winds of Ifrane made it impossible to land directly near the structure. She stood just below the landing ramp. Her mind unspooled in the Force, her heart beating in time with the Light. She was drawn to the pool of shinning brightness like a month to flame. They beat as one. It had the answers she sought…if only she could reach it. Therein rest the problem. Even a short journey across Ifrane spelt potential disaster. The Darkness ripped at pieces of her soul…seeking purchase it might find there. Alex’s face remained a serene mask. She dove deeper into the Force. Her soul burned brightly against the Darkness, pushing out past the shuttle. The full strength of a Councilor. The Darkness would not have them.
She waited patiently for her companions to join her from the shuttle. One old friend, one new. There was no rushing the preparation for such a journey. She knew each of them needed to ready their minds. This would not be easy and they would do well do come out only mildly injured.
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