Setting: Tython – Valley of the Deep Flame
Date: 24 BBY
The twin moons of Tython hovered in the sky as the early sun bathed the valley in golden light. Stone foundations stretched across the mountaintop like veins of ancient purpose—old walls being rebuilt, new chambers carved into cliff faces, crystals embedded into meditation circles to hum with the living Force.
The sound of tools, welding torches, and training sabers clashing in the background created a unique harmony—construction and learning entwined.
Cain stood at the center of a half-finished rotunda, arms crossed, white hair fluttering in the breeze, golden eyes focused as Bo-Katan Kryze approached from the central camp, her crimson helmet under one arm.
"Your builders work like they're chasing time itself," she said.
Cain smiled. "Maybe we are."
Bo glanced at the towering cliffs. "Clans Vizsla, Rook, Eldar, and Kryze have all sent envoys. Some came out of respect for me. Others? They're curious about you."
He looked at her. "And you?"
"I came because I believe in this." She paused. "I've fought under leaders who wanted to conquer and leaders who wanted to run. You're the first I've met who wants to build."
Cain gave a small bow of gratitude. "Then let's build something worth protecting."
Inside the high dome that would become the Council Circle—though Cain refused to call it a Council—he stood with Seris, Master Fay, Plo Koon, and a growing number of Jedi and Mandalorian advisors.
On a large holomap, four overlapping circles were displayed—each representing a core pillar of the new Order:
The Circle of Guardians:
Protectors. Not warriors. Trained in defense, de-escalation, and last-resort combat. Led initially by Seris, with Serra Keto and Bo-Katan as advisors.
The Circle of Healers:
A blend of Jedi, scientists, and medics. Dedicated to restoration of body and spirit. Barriss Offee would lead this division alongside Adi Gallia and Shaak Ti.
The Circle of Scholars:
Responsible for knowledge, holocron study, Force philosophy, and teaching. Plo Koon, Fay, and several former archivists began its foundation.
The Circle of Seekers:
Explorers, diplomats, Force interpreters—those who walk the galaxy without conquest. Cain took this group under his guidance, while also forming ties with Mandalorian scouts and freeworld explorers.
Cain stood before the gathered leaders and apprentices.
"This is not hierarchy," he said. "This is purpose. One is not above the other. None of us are Grandmasters. We are voices. Balance begins here."
Later that day, Cain walked with Bo-Katan near the main overlook where new transport ships were arriving—not just Jedi, but refugees, teachers, and even clones who had begun to defect from Kamino's control.
"Some of the clans want to send warriors permanently," Bo said. "To act as protectors. Not Death Watch. Not Satine's guards. Just… Mandalorians with purpose."
Cain considered it. "Then they'll train alongside the Guardians. No oaths to a Republic. Just honor, discipline, and unity."
Bo chuckled. "You know, the idea of Mandalorians and Jedi not trying to kill each other feels… strange."
"Strange doesn't mean wrong," Cain said. "It just means new."
Bo tilted her head. "You've got a way with words. You sure you don't want to be in charge?"
Cain laughed softly. "If I'm the smartest person in the room, we're in trouble."
That evening, in the center of the nearly finished Sanctuary Hall, Cain and Seris sat side by side, datapads and holomaps floating around them, illuminated by the soft blue glow of meditation crystals.
"You really think this will work?" Seris asked.
Cain leaned back. "It has to. The Council is too slow. The Republic is too corrupt. If we don't give people something worth believing in, the next war won't just burn cities. It'll burn souls."
Seris glanced at him sideways. "You know you're already the leader here, right?"
"I didn't ask to be."
She smirked. "Neither did Revan. Or Nomi. But maybe the Force doesn't ask. Maybe it calls."
Cain shook his head, humbled. "Then let's guide each other. Learn from one another. We don't need a Grandmaster."
"Fine," Seris said, "but someone needs to organize this disaster of a dining hall schedule."
Cain laughed. "That, I'll delegate."
Just before midnight, a long line of ships descended into the valley. Bo's scouts alerted the outpost—but it wasn't an invasion.
It was Jedi transports—from scattered systems, outposts, forgotten territories.
Cain and Seris stood at the gate as the ramps lowered.
Anakin stepped out first, flanked by Obi-Wan, now committed to walking the path of balance.
Behind them came Knights, Padawans, and even Younglings, flanked by clone deserters seeking purpose, and Senators who had seen the truth in Cain's anonymous messages—Bail Organa and Mon Mothma among them.
Cain stepped forward.
This wasn't a Temple.
This was a new dawn.
Codex Entry 019 – The Four Circles
We don't lead by rank. We lead by choice.
The Four Circles are not rules—they're directions. Roads to understanding.
Some call this foolish. Others call it dangerous. But I see eyes filled with hope again. I see Jedi smiling. Mandalorians offering protection. Children laughing.
We are not a rebellion. We are not a cult. We are not a Republic tool.
We are a sanctuary. A balance.
And now… we are home.