Timeframe: One week after the assassination attempt
Setting: Jedi ship en route to Coruscant | Cain's Codex entries | Night meditations
After the Storm
The ship hummed quietly as it entered hyperspace, heading back to Coruscant. The Kastavel crisis had been contained. Valon was in custody. The summit salvaged. The whispers silenced—for now.
But Cain knew… they were only beginning.
He sat in his private meditation alcove aboard the ship, a datapad open before him. The screen flickered as he began typing.
Force Codex Entry — Log 001
Location: En route to Coruscant
Date: Year 1, Padawan Initiation
Subject: Clarity in the Fracture
I have the force ability Shatterpoint. But it's not just sensing a weakness. It's a fracture in fate. A point in time where everything can turn if touched. Some Jedi may fear it. Calling it to dangerous. Too much power to control. Too easy to manipulate.
They're right.
But if you've lived one life already… and remember what went wrong... can you afford not to act when you see it again?
Bonded in Silence
Later that evening, Cain, Anakin, and Seris sat in the observation lounge. No words were needed. They had faced fire together. Now they simply rested beneath the blue shimmer of hyperspace.
Cain listened to them laugh softly—Anakin talking about podracing mods, Seris teasing him about crashing in his next sparring match.
He smiled.
They don't know what's coming. Clone Wars. Betrayals. Order 66. Purges. I used to think it was just a tragic story. But now I live inside it. Now I know their faces. Their laughs. Their warmth.
And I won't let it happen again.
Force Codex Entry — Log 002
Subject: The Jedi That Must Be
The Jedi Order as it stands now is stagnant. It fears love. It fears attachment. It prioritizes the Republic over the people and the Force.
But I've seen what Luke Skywalker created. In another life, another future. A new Jedi Order. One that allows family. Encourages strength from love. One built on trust, not blind obedience.
He created it alone. I don't have to.
I will not destroy this Jedi Order. But if it refuses to grow, I will create something new alongside it. Something that listens. That heals. That protects the people and the living Force—not the image of the past.
A Vision in the Quiet
Cain meditated late that night.
The Force swirled around him.
A vision took shape:
He stood in a temple of white stone—not Coruscant. maybe Tython. or somewhere new. Younglings trained in the open, laughing. Knights stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Mandalorians, with families, with senators. No dogma. No chains.
Then the vision shifted—fire, smoke, the bodies of Jedi across the Temple floor. He saw a robed figure with golden eyes raising a saber.
Himself.
But not the person he was now.
A version of Cain consumed by power, by the weight of fate. Alone. Cold. Calculating.
He broke the vision with a sharp breath.
That's the other path.
The one I could take if I start thinking I'm the only one who matters.
That's what happens when you forget the people standing beside you.
Force Codex Entry — Log 003
Subject: The Chosen Flame
Anakin Skywalker is my friend. My brother. I know what he's supposed to become. But I've also seen who he is when he feels safe. When he's believed in. I will be the difference.
Seris is fire and discipline. Derran is reason and loyalty. Barriss is light and clarity. They are more than names—they're pillars.
If I want to build something that outlasts the ashes, I need people who can hold the roof up when I fall.
I will find others too. Like-minded Jedi. Protectors. Healers. Maybe even the outcasts.
This galaxy doesn't need a hero. It needs a garden. A foundation. A sanctuary that survives the storm.
Arrival and Quiet Resolve
The ship landed on Coruscant as the sun rose, casting golden light across the Jedi Temple's spires.
Cain stepped onto the landing pad and looked up.
He could feel the weight of the Council already—questions, curiosity, concern.
He didn't fear it.
He wasn't there to challenge them.
Not yet.
He was here to learn, to build, and to gather the future one person at a time.
Anakin bumped his shoulder as they walked toward the lift.
"Think we're getting reassigned already?"
"Probably," Cain said.
"You ready?"
Cain looked ahead at the tower.
His golden eyes gleamed with quiet fire.
"I've been ready since the day I woke up in this life."