HoloNet News Not the End but the Beginning

[Alexandria Voran]

OOC: This message is securely transmitted to members of the Jedi Order.

Her face was dirty. Her hair a mess…and her robes scared from battle. The lightsaber hung prominently from her hip. The bridge of a Star Destroyer humming behind her. The holocam flicking on. “My brothers, my sisters…my family.” The only family she had ever known. “I can feel your sorrow…your pain…the hope leaking from your hearts.” She slowly shook her head. “But why? Yavin is lost but we are not. We are not one Temple, one world, but one Order.”

Alex’s voice was strong. Her tone resolute. She would not break and crumble. “Was Ajan Kloss the end of us? Did Denon break our spirit? No. We endured and we will endure again. For it is who we are. The Sith may tare down walls and invade our Temples but they will never have our souls.” Her eyes focused on the holo. “The Force gives the hardest tests to its strongest warriors. We are forged by the fires of this path. We will not bend…we will not break.” She paused.

“We will survive.”

Her hand drifted to the hilt of her saber. “Brighthome will be moved but remain open. The fleet will serve as our mobile Temple. Repositioned as needed through safe space.” She tightened her grip. Her voice growing harder. “Our defenses on Yavin were lowered.” A truth that could only me one thing. “I know…and understand…there are many of us who believe the Sith can be saved but I would remind you where your heart should lay. No matter what you believe…or how good they seem…the Sith are not your friends or companions. They are your enemy.” Steel rang in her voice. “The Justiciars will find any lapses in judgment and there will be consequences.” Alex took a deep breath. “The edicts of Master Tionson and why they were needed remain the Councils will” No more Padawans running off without supervision.

“This is not our end…but our beginning. I believe in you all with every beat of my heart. Prove me right. Prove the galaxy wrong. Show the Sith our true strength.” Her face was set in a determined mask. “May the Force be with us.”

The feed cut.

 

[Tazlen Axil]

Taz was aboard a transport heading off Yavin, barely patched up from his injuries. He heard the message from the Grandmaster, and it invoked conflicted feelings in him. While he fully agreed with the Padawan mandates and couldn’t understand why so many padawans strayed, he lingered on the rest of it. He had been the first in line to shout about how important it was to fight, fight and fight. He had brushed off those that spoke to the other principles of the Jedi - the parts that healed, the parts that rose with dignity above warmongering and chaos. Were they falling into the same cycles that drove Jedi to become Sith in the first place? Being forged through fire? Coloring all Sith with the same brushstroke?

The Jedi exhaled, glancing over at a youngling that was watching the same feed. There was concern and fear on his face, still reeling from what happened and also what this all meant going forward. Taz’s features softened as he gently placed a hand on the child’s shoulder, “Courage,” He said quietly, “We will show the Sith and the galaxy our true courage,” He smiled at the youngling, amending the Grandmaster’s statement.