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It is a time of turmoil in the Galactic Republic. The taxation of trade routes to outlying systems is under dispute.
The powerful Trade Federation uses their private armies to enforce their extortionate tariffs, placing systems that do not submit under military blockade. Deep in the Core, the Senate endlessly debates the legality of such measures, though this is cold comfort to the suffering people of the Outer Rim.
In secret, the Supreme Chancellor dispatches teams of Jedi Knights, guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy, to troubled areas in order to settle the matter directly. In many of these places, this is the first time a Jedi has been seen in generations. Following their negotiations, some choose to remain on assignment for a time, dealing with other problems that have come to their attention...
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She has a lot of ideas for flourishes she's working through - not all of them practical, but she has a decent sense for which those are.
supposed-to-know
The Jedi outpost on Ilum has a fully equipped machine shop she'll be able to use after she's collected her crystals.
Speaking of which, she'll need two. One focusing crystal and one resonance crystal. The focusing crystal gives the blade its color, the resonance crystal gives the blade what you might call its character. It's what lets a Jedi connect with their weapon.
supposed-to-know
"Shades of blue and green are most common by far. There are also yellows and oranges like mine," which is a warm topaz Anakin's seen a few times, "and some rarer colors, like Master Windu's purple. It depends on what you can find."
supposed-to-know
"I'm sure you will."
"There is one more thing you should know about Ilum. The crystal caves are strong in the Force, and can sometimes induce visions in those who delve their depths."
the-sunny-side
She nods. "I won't be surprised if I start seeing things, then. What're the visions of?"
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She observes this, just as interested as she was in the taking off.
Are they going straight to the caves?
supposed-to-know
Yes, they are. Elesse pulls up a holomap of the planet.
"The outpost is here," she says, highlighting it. "There are six major caverns, scattered around," these are also circled, "and various minor systems." More spots light up. "Which one do you want to try?"
the-sunny-side
She hums, lets herself drift a bit -
And finds herself pointing at one of the deeper ones.
"That one."
supposed-to-know
"All right." Down they go.
The entrance to the cave she's chosen is a thin cleft at the base of a range of craggy, snow-covered mountains.
"I'll keep the ship warm while you're exploring," she says.
the-sunny-side
She laughs, gets into her winter gear, and with a cheery wave heads out towards the cave system, at times closing her eyes and letting what she feels guide her.
The cave is dark and the way is narrow, but her steps are sure and do not fail her. It's almost impossible not to know where she's going, actually, like following the sound of a singing choir or water spiraling down a drain.
She can feel it when she arrives in the main chamber. It's positively glowing, both to her eyes and the Force. Crystalline blossoms stud the walls, floor, and ceiling, each an explosion frozen in time.
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A deep purple one calls more to her aesthetic sense than her heart - she picks it for her focusing crystal.
And then -
There's one that sings.
She reaches for it.
the-sunny-side
Her bones ache.
Anakin chuckles under her breath, sitting on the bench and turning her face up to the sun, feeling every tired wrinkle.
There's a voice, young, calling for her in the distance. Still insisting on formalities... Though 'Master Skywalker' has less sting than it used to.
Her lips curl up, and she hides herself in the Force, like slipping a favored blanket over her shoulders, crouching down with a friend...
the-sunny-side
She's yelling, trapped, helpless despair and anger pouring through her, strong enough to drown her, strong enough the world should shatter at her command, but that idiot grandchild of hers won't listen, can't even see her, Anakin's twenty years dead and none of them have learned -
the-sunny-side
She laughs, leaning against her battered X-wing.
"We gave those bastards what-for," she says, as someone else laughs helplessly, congratulating her -
"We couldn't have done it without you, General Skywalker," someone says, a young pilot, and his friend elbows him in the side and they all laugh - they did it they did it they did it, and the dead still scream but there's a curl to the Force now Anakin would almost call satisfied...