The Force shifted slowly. Paths ever changing with each small step. Futures were impossible clouded as the darkness descended on the galaxy. Alex spent hours in mediation trying to piece the possibilities together. Bits and pieces came to her but nothing more. Frustration was all she found in those hours. Was this how the Master of the past felt? Always uncertain…always searching…but forced to project confidence into the galaxy? It was not easy, but this was her choice. Alex’s shuttle glided slowly above Belasco. The Liberty waited in orbit above the planet. Her choice of vessel was little outrageous but sometimes the occasion called for outrage.
The Order had the support of the New Republic and was gaining some steam among the worlds of the FWA. She walked a difficult path with the Free Worlds. They both fiercely defendant their right to rule but also allowed the Sith to run amok. Prime Minister Belasi was young…almost dangerously so but Alex had hope. The Prime Minister seemed to understand the stakes of their choices. New Alderaan, Lothal, and Mon Cala stood with the Jedi. Those comprised many of her most influential worlds. The FWA would never unite behind a single cause but perhaps a majority could be convinced. Her shuttle stopped a short distance from the Prime Minister’s home world office. Alex gathered the Force and jumped from the back. The Grandmaster landed lightly on her feet, traditional Jedi robes fluttering around her. Perception mattered.
She walked swiftly to the offices. She was every bit the Jedi she claimed to be. Impossible calm demeanor, flowing robes, and unmatchable confidence. Grandmaster Alexandria Voran had arrived. No one need ever know the concern that gnawed at her heart. Certainly not the Prime Minister.
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