Produce the Brightest Stars

[Leah Reach]

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 rescued, but their loyalty sooner laid with the Rebellion than the Jedi. The Guardians of the Whills were convinced, but there was still no sanctuary to protect. The Temple of Kyber was vacant ruins. What more did the Jedi accomplish that day? There was cause for celebration, but Leah did not feel its pull. As she wandered through the decayed halls of the Kyber Temple, all she could do was wonder: where do they go now?

A better question: where does she go? Leah confirmed the fears and doubts of her leadership. She was possessed by a spirit of a witch, too weak to resist, and she called herself a Jedi Master. She had to be saved by the very men and women she was sworn to protect. How was she better than Aurora, caving into the Dark Side, failing her students, her friends? To have lost to a witch said much. To lose her lightsaber? Even more. She fought with that blade for as long as she could remember. With her mother, her husband, her oldest friends. Her lightsaber was her life, but now, what was left of it? Her weakness was revealed, fears and crippled faith, in front of everyone. Truly, she was but a woman, trying to make the best of things only to cause the worst.

Daylight drenched the Holy City but Leah bathed in the gloom of the Old Shadows: the outermost wall of the Temple. She wanted to be alone. Considering her options, about what to do next. The Jedi Master didn’t just feel humiliated. She was ashamed. Building herself up to be the role model, a symbol of hope, when in fact she was anything but. Her eyes wandered down to a mound of leftover rubble. A toppled statue of an ancient Jedi she would never know. A sigh escaped her lips. Hands clasped and fingers woven between each other, her gaze drifted back up. In the courtyard, she noticed a figure. No, two. More than that. They were the Jedi and rebels that freed her, along with the rest of Jedha. They stood together.

Silent, she stood. Leah struggled to find her words, but she didn’t need to. They spoke first.

Spoiler: OoC

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[Ner Giza]

They found her alone, hiding near the remains of some fallen statue, and Nera just stood there looking at her for a moment. She’d never talked to the woman but she remembered her speech that first day when Star Squadron was assembled and assigned their star fighters. She’d never spoken more than two words to her, and that was on Naboo to say her name before darting off after her brother. She’d seen her at the public whipping that was the last meeting of the council venting her anger. She’d seen her drunken despair lying on the floor begging to be put out of her misery.

She’d also seen the woman stand up to an evil that left unchecked to leave this very temple would have meant the ruination of them all. A power so potent that had Sycorax not taken possession of Leah, focusing that portion of her power in keeping the Jedi Master trapped, there would have been no way they could have defeated her with all of their strength had the witch the full use of her might. Just one look at her and Nera knew she couldn’t see that. It was an all too familiar look.

Ner’Giza was not a woman prone to discussing anything emotional, when Eisa’s father had been publicly executed all she could do was bow her head to honor her grief and leave her to her peace. Leah had been there mothering the teen in her pain watching out for her. The woman didn’t see that either. She didn’t see anything but her failure. The Twi'lek didn’t have to be force sensitive to read that on her face or see it in her eyes.

Walking down the steps she neared the rubble of the fallen figure and looked at Leah before turning her face away to gaze out at the temple room. ”I hated you, you know. All of you and your secrets, your lies. Forbidding my own brother from trusting me with his most precious of secrets. Forcing him to exile me from his heart. I felt the feelings of a little girl and it was not pretty.” Her features scrunched up a bit but she would not meet her gaze. ”Then I told myself I would hide this pain. I would play martyr and not shit all over his dreams. The moment in which all his sacrifices would finally have meaning. I threw myself into mission after mission running, drinking myself blind, running some more. I have no idea where Aurelian is now.”

She cleared her throat and folded her arms across her chest with a heavy sigh. ”But in that time I showed up anyway. I saved some prisoners, put down some slavers, put the lives of my teammates in danger when I stepped on a landmine, helped free the Wookies over Nar Shaddaa, rescued some refugees, helped keep the HoloNet down.” She turned to look at Leah at last and said, ”You don’t have to be perfect. I never read anywhere this is what Jedi means. You just have to show up. And you do what you can, just like everyone else. No better, no worse Leah. I share my truth with you, my shame, my glory. All of it for everyone to see. And I won’t apologise for my faults. Nor will I take you to task for your own.” She looked at her and grinned, ”This uneducated woman says this to you. But then you already know what you need to do. Put the little girl to bed and tuck her in nice, a woman can handle her flaws and still look sexy in tatters.” She tugged lightly at her garments and said, ”Take a bath, wash your hair. You smell and eat something. You have a family to get back to.”

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[Castor Chumeda Volante]

Castor stepped out into the light of Jedha and looked around for a moment.

They had come out of the fight in the end and it had taken it's toll. He was in constant pain from his older injuries and his more recent ones but there was an underlying sense of relief as well. The battles were over and the objective was achieved. It hurt to imagine that he might have failed in his duty to see this come to pass but, in the end, they had managed it. Never before had he felt more tired and never before had he pushed himself so hard.

But in the end, he had pushed himself exactly that hard for a good reason and one that he would always fight for. He had pushed himself so hard because of Leah Reach, his mentor, his Master and more besides. Moving closer, he let Ner speak first before looking out at the city.

He didn't look at Leah as he spoke.

"I have been disappointed by the women in my life before. I have been mistreated by them. I have hated them." he admitted as he looked over the sun-bleached stones, "I have been let down by those I have looked up to most of all. And you, Leah Reach?"

Castor allowed himself a small smile.

"You are the one I look up to the most and you have never let me down. You can't. For all that you've done for me, for all you've made me rethink my life? I can't ever be let down by you. Or be disappointed by you. You... you are amazing." he told her, glancing at her, "What happened here today is a pain that you will carry, I know, but I also know that it won't break you. This is the start of a road for you, where you will feel like you need to be better. It's not dissimilar to the road you set me on... the only difference is that you won't falter where I have. You will come back from your journey stronger and whole."

He looked her in the eyes.

"But you don't need to walk it alone. You were there for me when I took my first tentative steps... you were there for all of us along our journeys... we will be there for yours. You need only reach out and we shall be there for you... my Master."

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[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix sat on the edge of the northernmost defensive wall looking over the holy city. When he'd join the rebellion he'd known the risk, he'd known the danger, but he'd not expected the heartache. His leg dangled over the edge of the wall as he watched the citizens of the city go about their business. The Smuggler lifted a cigarette to his lips, his patented sign of a job well done and blew out a plume of smoke.

Now that the city below had been liberated, he had time to think, however his personal musings only enlightened him to the physical pain he was in. His whole body hurt and he was exhausted. He'd volunteered for the mop-up crew and had been hunting the last remnants of The Fanged Disciples, The Scoundrel was looking for any reason to get his mind off his emotions, but once that was done he found himself right back where he started. His body felt like he'd been thrown into a meat grinder with it's setting on tenderize. He was covered in cuts and bruises, but ultimately... he was alright. They'd managed to secure victory by the skin of their teeth, but together, they'd done it.

Crix was elated to have Leah back. The memory of the vile green lightning flashed across his psyche resulting in an involuntary double puff on his cigarette. Apparently, he wasn't ready to emotionally unpack everything that had happened, which, he hoped was normal given the supernatural circumstances of his plight. However, he wasn't drinking yet, so that was growth, right? Right. He thought with self-deprecating humor as he pushed himself up. Crix took another pull on his cigara before extinguishing it underfoot.

Directly following the fight, Crix had slipped away. Leah had come too and she was clearly shaken, so he decided to give her some space. He knew she was struggling and he wanted to be there for her, but he'd allowed his exhaustion and general awkwardness to create a divide between them over the cities reconstruction and now it was too late. At least that was the excuse he'd made. He ambled through the city streets wearing his usual attire, deciding to keep his lightsaber prominently displayed on his belt and both blasters on his hips.

A group of kids playing rushed by, the last one slapping him on the leg saying, "YOU'RE IT," at the top of their little lungs and then running off after the group. Seeing the perfect opportunity for distraction Crix gave chase.

"Ready or not here I come!" he called before coaxing his tired muscles into movement and as he did a realization hit him: This was why they fought. This small seemingly insignificant little moment was why The Alliance and The Jedi hurled their efforts against The Empire. A smile spread across his face as he embraced the opportunity to enjoy the moment and join their little games.

The game quickly evolved the way games did with kids, and now the little band of street rats followed Crix like the Pied Piper of Jedha as he playfully marched around a corner and into two very familiar faces. Crix slid to a halt creating a domino effect with the little ones trailing behind, the initial tagger colliding with The Smuggler's posterior.

"AW, MY FACE HIT HIS BUTT!" Cried the little fuzzy little Iakaru boy. In exaggerated disgust, he gagged clutching his throat as if poisoned which prompted an eruption of excited laughter from the rest of the little rascals.

Crix rounded in mock anger raising a stern finger and shot back, "Laugh it up, Fuzzball," and that's exactly what the little guy did.

Caught red-handed, Crix flashed Ner and Castor an embarrassed smile and lifted his hands in surrender. He jogged toward them, little ones in tow and nearly cause another five being collision when he spotted the third person standing behind Castor. Strawberry blonde locks pulled back in a simple bun, and those entrancing stormy blue eyes.

Leah.

Crap...

Spoiler: Frands

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[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho felt nothing but pain that met the level of exhaustion he is feeling. Before the last battle that finally freed Jedha, he and Ner were busy getting a group of people out of the prisons and to safety. Before all that the rebel was recovering from a string of injuries he sustained some weeks ago during a few other missions. And now that the man was able to rest as he leaned against a stone wall while watching a group of kids playing, Crix being dragged into their little game did cause the criminal to laugh a bit, made him realize that the work that has been done has aggravated his old injuries. Boy is Esfir going to be angry when the young lady learns that he had snuck off to do another mission.

Watching Crix play with the kids the rogue sighed softly, his breath being a bit wheezed. The rebel was trying to put his mind over the pain and exhaustion. To put both of them to the back of his mind thinking that it will lessen the pain and help him feel less exhausted. But so far neither was working. Well he will get some rest later at least.

Then as the other rebel stopped playing with the kids they ran off to cause some mischief elsewhere. His eyes will settle on Leah but with Ner and Castor speaking to her the rebel pondered on if he should go over to see if anything he has to say will help Leah work through what is putting her down. He is not that good with words, so he has no idea if him saying anything will help at all or do the opposite. Tycho clenched his jaw a bit as he thought, his eyes going back to the group of kids as the one that he and Ner got out of those prison cells came running over to the man. Tycho learned that the boy's name is Calash. The boy grabbed onto Tycho's hand, pulling as he yelled, "Come play!" He said over and over as he tugged on the criminal's arm. Tycho was not wearing his armor and is now wearing civilian clothing. So he is able to take the heat a bit better than he was while wearing the armor. He chuckled, "Well then you better get running!" He warned as the criminal pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning against. Now it appeared it will be his turn to look like a bit of a fool as he ran after the group of kids. Which broke up in different directions to avoid being tagged by the criminal.

Boy are the little rascals fast. As soon as he managed to tag one another would run up and tag him. Talk about being the one looking like the fool as he tried to catch at least one of the kids. However after some time of running around he managed to catch one, "Haha! I got you!" He will beam as Tycho ran off with not just the one kid running after him, but all of them running after the criminal yelling, "Get him!!" In between fits of laughter as they chased after the man. Though a few of the kids broke off from the group, winding through the alleys and tackled the man from both sides. This stopped him in his tracks as the rest of the kids caught up and surrounded the rebel from all sides, "Oh bugger looks like you lot win." He will say between wheezed pants.

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

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Stepping foot into the Temple of Kyber, Devrim took his time observing the fascinating structure. Granted, it was old and empty, with decades upon decades of dust and neglect weighing heavily on its walls. Clearly the near-constant attacks from the Fanged Disciples had left its toll on the sacred and silent halls. While out of the corner of his eye, Devrim had seen some familiar faces also walking through the Temple, the black-clad Jedi was content with simply taking in his surroundings and feeling it through the Force. Though it may not be apparent in the physical world, the Light was strong here. Devrim placed a hand on a stone pillar and brushed it down, reddish brown dust and rocks crumbling to the floor. "If this is a relic of the Jedi past," he murmured to himself, "then we will see it rebuilt." The Order was certainly nowhere near its former strength — but together, they were growing larger than the Jedi first thought possible. Not even three years ago, there were only five Jedi in existence, and now they were increasing every day. It would take time, but balance would be restored through the Light.

Removing Caladglær from his side, Devrim gingerly opened up the ancient pages to look over the texts once more. He had been reading it steadily since the tome had come into his possession back on Ellora. The Crypt, now restored to its former glory and beyond, was now the Deep Stone Temple. Further excavations had increased the halls and training rooms to accommodate more Jedi and house more knowledge in the Archives. Devrim couldn't deny that he felt some endearment for Ellora, as his ancestor had hand crafted the Crypt to restore the Order to what it once was. Austin had even held the very book in his hands. The Jedi's eyes drifted over the next chapter as he walked, closer to where Leah and his friends had gathered.

"Always remember this, Jedi — though the Darkness may be powerful, your Light is stronger," Devrim repeated the encouraging text from the hard-cover book in his hands. They were the last words written in Caladglær by Saeros, a Rishii who had even appeared to the dark-haired rebel himself when they found Ellora. If he ever had any doubts that the Force was guiding him along this path to restore the Order, Devrim felt none of them now. Hearing the laughing of children and the voices of others, he lifted his eyes from the pages to see the others in the hall. Castor, Ner'giza, Crix, and Leah. Devrim had heard rumours of what transpired when the others faced the Nightsister Mother — how Leah had been possessed and turned against her allies. Though he held nothing but the greatest respect for his Master, Devrim couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a terrible thing to happen.

Looking forward, it didn't take a Jedi to see that she was deeply troubled. Disheartened, surely, but it was clear that a great weight lay on her shoulders. While others offered their own words of encouragement and Crix stood silent before her, Devrim gave her a smile. In some strange way, he was reminded of the first time that Leah had found himself and Toland in that bar on Savareen. How he'd matured since that day — now a Padawan fit to take the Trials of a Knight, and a Rebel General. Running his hand nonchalantly across the cover of Caladglær, Devrim's fingertips brushed across the memory crystal embedded into the hard cover. Unlocking it mentally, it simply provided him with a vow — one that the Jedi felt compelled to repeat.

"I am a Jedi, an instrument of peace;" Devrim began, speaking softly at first. Never being a man of speeches, he still found it difficult to find his voice in a crowd. But he continued on nonetheless.

"Where there is hatred I shall bring love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness...joy."

Here, he paused and looked toward Castor, Ner'Giza, and Crix, offering the same smile that he did to Leah beforehand. "I am a Jedi."

"I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."

Closing the tome and returning it gently to his side, Devrim took a final breath with a pause before stepping up to his Master and placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He hoped that these words might give her some encouragement in the face of adversity and trials that Leah faced.

"The Force is with me always, for I am a Jedi."

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[Eisa Swan]

A pair of bright emerald hued eyes rolled upwards as the youth shook her head in resignation. "Just because I am a short ass" The young female spoke as she came to a standstill, before turning round to face the group of technicians that was following. "It doesn't mean that I'm not old enough to buy the beers" she added as a light smile crossed her features, before looking towards one of the older male technicians, the one who had been the source of the teasing. A light chuckle escaping the young female's lips as she could tell that he was forming a retort to continue to the banter. "And no I don't need to use the Force to trick the barman" She added casting him a light grin, as the rest of the team started to chuckle before continuing with their various back and forth among each other.

With another chuckle the young cyan haired Jedi, turned back round to lead the group towards the Temple. Unlike the other Jedi who had entered the proverbial hornets nest to drive out Cultists of the Fanged God and put an end to their dark Rituals, the young Jedi had been sidelined. Not long after gaining the support of the Guardians of the Whills and securing access into the towering ruined structure. Eisa had returned to the transport ship and made contact with the Star Squadron base, requesting the temporary transfer and relocation of the maintenance crew that she had been assigned to mentor and work with as part of her duties within the Squadron.

No sooner had the request been granted, the young Jedi had left the moon's surface to source various components and materials from the surrounding star system for use and installation within the Temple. By no means would it bring the towering structure back into its former glory, but it would be enough to get things back up and running, allowing those who would be residing within the temple to have a basic functionality to build upon. Knowing all to well that restoring a structure like the Former Jedi Temple back to its former state 500 years ago, would take a long time to reaslise. But then again to have the Temple of the Kyber restored back to it's former glory, well that would be a sight to look forward to realising.

Continuing through the streets, leading the team of technicians and maintenance workers as they carried their tools whilst a few piloted a small convoy of hired cargo speeders through the street. Not being one to pass up an oportunity to get her hands dirty, the young Jedi knight had changed out of her Formal Jedi robes. Once again donning her work coverals atop of her base fatiques, tool satchels in place. To her side was a spherical hovering droid that seemed to buzz back and forth between its owner and the cargo speeders. A raised eyebrow crossed the youths features as she observed the eratic behavior and movements of her service droid, her lips pursing in thought as she reflected on just how long it had been that she had performed a diagnostic check on the droid. "Gonna have to get your processor core defragged Ditto" Eisa murmored to herself, as she redirected her gaze towards the small group of familar faces that were stood at the base of the temple.

As the group came to the foot of the Temple, the young Jedi slowed down before turning her attention back towards the maintenace crew she had brought with her. "Right this is us, First priority get the speeders unloaded and everything stowed inside" Eisa called out, before turning her attention the speeders as they parked up off the side. "Then we'll see about getting the power systems back up and running" she added, a cherful grin crossing her features as the various technicians called back in acknowledgement before slowly becoming a swarm of activity as they started to help unload the cargo speeders and move the various goods up into the temple. Leaving the maintenance team to their duties, the cyan haired Jedi turned her attention towards the near by Jedi. Her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Tycho give chase after a small child, disapearing briefly from sight, only to reappear this time being chased by a group of children.

Blinking a few times at the sight, the young Jedi couldn't help up alow a laugh to escape her lips from the sight. A broad smile crossed her features as she drew closer, her eyes falling upon an increasing number of other familar faces. Crix, Devrim, Castor, Ner another one of her fellow Star Squadron members and of course Master Reach. One by one, the young Jedi greated each of her fellow Jedi with a cheerful smile and wave as she approached.

 

[Leah Reach]

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 forgiveness. And yet, to her surprise, Ner Giza believed she was. She was vulnerable too, she understood, she respected the good of what Leah did compared to the bad. The rebel told her the truth, and the Jedi welcomed every syllable. Still, she struggled to pull together a smile. It was going to take more than a few words to persuade her against the wrongs she committed. But more came.

Castor, him and that small, unshaven smile. That hopeful look in his eyes. Those comforting words. He of all people should have hated Leah for what was revealed before. He had every right to. Despite it, he shared in their forgiveness, and her heart was lifted to see it. Then there was Crix, another man she had hurt, back after playing with the children of the city. He was silent. She found it hard to know what was going on behind those strands of tousled hair, inside that emerald, empty stare. Leah tried not to dwell on it. Other rebels gathered, Jedi too, Eisa among them. The start of a crowd. Even with the children, their parents, families. Residents of the Holy City. At the steps of the Temple, they watched and listened. A voice emerged out of the congregation. It was Devrim.

They were the words of a true Jedi. A rousing speech, one that stirred the crowd, but Leah above all else. At last, she broke into a smile. Tears in her eyes. She reached up to her shoulder, fingers laced with Devrim’s, and nodded. She stepped forward. Leah was in pain, and she would carry that pain to her dying breath. Still, she was stronger, determined. The Jedi Master looked to the gathering. She hardly knew what to say, but Leah knew what to do. The Temple was standing but it was still in pieces. Holes in the roof, cracks in the walls, chips in the steps. It had to be rebuilt, remade, into the new image of the Jedi Order. So, with a resolve voice, she asked: “Who will help me—us—“ Her eyes wandered to the maintenance crews of the Alliance, to the Jedi, to her friends. “—rebuild what was lost?”

After the longest pause, one of the children drifted forward. They knelt to the ground and picked up one of the scattered stones of the Temple. Holding it in their tiny hands, they moved up the steps until stopping before one of the holes in the wall. He slid the stone into the opening, and surprisingly, it fit. Leah smiled. Others began to move ahead. Not just to fill more holes or wipe away the dust, but to join in the other crews. Loading cargo from speeders, bringing water to the weary. The people of Jedha stood together. Not because they believed in the Force or its power, but because they believed in the Jedi. And the hope they not just inspired, but gave.

And Leah watched on, glad. Although the holes in her heart could not be filled, at least the Temple could. At least she could go knowing that hope prevailed.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

And just like that, he'd missed his chance. The Smuggler was thankful for Devrim. The man had been his closest friend since joining the rebellion. From bar brawls to freeing Wookie slaves and finally, the first contact with The Fanged Disciples. The man was one of the few rebels that commanded the wily smuggler's respect, and even now he found himself in the man's shadow.

A wry grin settled on his face as he listened to the inspiring speech, and while he'd never admit it, Crix envied Devrim's stoic eloquence. Crix lacked the natural charisma that seemed to ooze from the general even as he lectured on the force. It would be a lie to say he wasn't suddenly roused to duty by the man's words, and he wasn't the only one. Devrim's words had stirred Leah from her melancholy. Too late again, ace... He thought looking to the ground hooking his thumbs in his belt loops before stowing his emotions and listening to what his master had to say.

Leah's words were full of resolve as she looked upon the motley crew before her. As she finished speaking a moment of silence settled between the Jedi and the civilians, then carefully, one of the kids stepped forward. Crix's inherent cynicism melted as the child fit the piece. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Devrim's shoulder, "Nice speech." he teased patting the bigger man's shoulder.

As he moved through the now galvanized crowd he'd exchange pleasantries and shake hands. It was strange. He wasn't used to being thanked for anything. The Smuggler cast Leah a final glance and then faded into the crowd. There was work to do, there was a temple to rebuild, at least that was his excuse. Just like on Al'doleem, Crix would offer his talents to whoever needed them.

The Smuggler returned to his ship and changed into his work coveralls. He hopped a transport and went to work. With each stone replaced, with each hole patched, with each repair, they got one step closer to becoming the Jedi Order of Old. Their work here on Jedha was the beginning of something better... Well, at least to him. The Smuggler would commit himself to the city until the temple was rebuilt. This planet had shown him much and he could feel there was still more to learn.

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[Tycho Draykon]

With the little game of tag finished and some of the kids had broken off to either play or to return to their families. However one stuck with Tycho as he walked over to join the others. Now he may have missed what Devrim said as he watched Devrim close the tome, but he didn't care about what he missed. He preferred that the ways of the force remained mysterious. To himself at least. Calash held onto the criminal as the pair neared the group, it was then that the officer decided that the kid will be staying with him since he learned when he returned to the Holy City with the others that the boy is an orphan. So why not take him in?

He looked to Crix as the man said something about a nice speech to Devrim. Well he was not about to ask. But whatever it was that the Jedi said appeared to work. The criminal lifted the boy onto his shoulders so that the kid was not separated from his side by the crowd. After Leah's little speech, the man moved to start helping put the temple back together. Walking over to a crumbled wall he will hand the boy sitting on his shoulders a few pieces of rock or brick, the two items fitting perfectly into the holes that Calash placed them in. Tycho will start placing bricks that were handed to him in holes that they will fit into.

While there was some noise from people repairing the temple and talking, it was relatively quiet. Quiet but the peaceful type of quiet. Though later he is sure he will be getting an earful from the kid starting about now, "So will you be taking me into battle? I want to see a real battle!" The boy will say as he was handed a brick.

"When you are older." Was all that Tycho will say. The bloke looked to the Jedi Master and waved to her. He had only met the one time on Nar Shaddaa and so was not sure if she recognized him or not.

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[Devrim Wolfe]

Feeling the hand of Crix on his shoulder, Devrim shook his head slowly with a soft chuckle. "You know me, I'm not one for speeches. That was all here." He tapped the sky-blue gem inlaid in the cover of Caladglær. Walking with the fellow Jedi, Devrim turned his back to Leah while she called those present to action. Many answered the call, already beginning to help rebuild the temple. But as much as he wanted to stay...the dark-haired man looked out across the expanse of the Holy City of Jedha. Devrim knew he couldn't. He had lent his aid in retaking the city and wresting the Temple from the grips of the Fanged Disciples, but he knew that the process of rebuilding it to its former glory would be left in capable hands.

There was a call to action being sent out by Commander Ion. Rebels were needed for taking key locations across Imperial space. Devrim's brow furrowed as he sighed, placing a hand on a windowsill of the Temple while others around him began replacing fallen bricks and cleaning the debris. Already the Temple of Kyber was beginning to look more homely, simply with the presence of people willing to lend a hand. Duty was pulling the man two separate ways — as a Rebel General, he was needed on the forefront of the battle against the Imperials. But as a Jedi, Devrim also felt the weight of responsibility in rebuilding the Order resting on his shoulders, as it did with all Jedi. The broad-shouldered rebel knew he could not half-ass both causes and split his attention both ways. Devrim needed to make a choice.

He had already made a promise to the Commander that he would aid Galactic Alliance forces in taking Mimban, as Devrim had previous dealings there. But here, among fellow Jedi, he felt he was truly needed. Turning from the windowsill and giving those present a pleasant nod and a quick goodbye, he returned to the Enceladus to take him to Mimban. From his seat in the cockpit, Devrim looked out at the Temple ruins that would soon be rebuilt. "I will return," he spoke aloud as the engines of his ship roared to life.

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