Elysiar – Private Forum Chamber
The soft glow of filtered sunlight cast shifting patterns across the smooth floor of the forum. The chamber was intimate, quiet—intentionally chosen for this conversation. Adam stood near a tall arched window, Mara seated beside him, both watching Count Dooku and Alis with measured interest.
The city's ambient hum thrummed quietly beneath their feet, as if listening in.
"We've learned a great deal since arriving here," Mara said carefully, her tone measured. "Some of it… ancient. Some of it lost even to the Jedi and Sith. What we've found in the Vault—"
She paused.
"—challenges long-held truths."
Dooku raised a brow. "So I assumed. Its presence in the Force is unmistakable. Controlled, yet impossibly deep."
Alis leaned forward slightly. "You're not trying to rebuild the Jedi or the Sith. That much is clear."
"No," Adam said plainly. "This world doesn't want division. It… remembers something different. And we're trying to understand it before we shape anything further."
Mara's eyes didn't leave Dooku's. "If you found proof that balance was more than myth—if it could be lived, not merely theorized—what would you do with that knowledge?"
Dooku smiled faintly. "That would depend on whether I believed it could survive in a galaxy that has already made up its mind."
Alis's expression was unreadable. "I think you're building something that doesn't belong to any one Order."
"And that," Mara said quietly, "is exactly the point."
Central Spire – Summoning Chamber Control
Later, Adam stood alone in the summoning chamber, gazing at the towering interface that now pulsed with new layers of light.
The Epic-tier token floated just out of reach, locked within a containment glyph.
He called up the status panel.
[SUMMONING SYSTEM – TIER III UPGRADE STATUS]
Refined Crystal: 50,000 / 50,000 ✅
Advanced Alloy: 25,000 / 25,000 ✅
Arcane Cores: 5 / 5 ✅
Nexus Relays: 2 / 2 ✅
Command Core Upgrade: IN PROGRESS (74%) 🔄Estimated Completion Time: 3 Days
Almost there.
And with it, access to something far greater than any summon he'd brought forth so far.
Something legendary.
Adam stepped back, watching the sealed token hover in its containment field. The glow coming off it felt different than the others—denser. Hungry.
He exhaled.
Soon.
Unknown Region – Orbit of a Cracked Moon
The derelict freighter rattled in its docking clamp as five pirates in patched armor stomped aboard. They scanned for cargo, shouting in Huttese and Outer Rim dialects.
"Looks dead," one said. "Ship was flagged as inert."
"Yeah?" another growled. "Then what's that?"
They turned.
A figure stepped from the shadows. Cloaked. Silent. His presence filled the chamber before he spoke.
"I need a ship," he said simply.
The pirates raised weapons.
"You picked the wrong tomb, old man!"
The air shifted.
Before the lead raider could fire, the cloaked figure vanished in a blink—teleportation. When he reappeared, two pirates dropped instantly, flung backwards into the bulkhead with bone-snapping force.
The remaining three turned to run.
The figure raised a hand—and the air froze. Literally. Ice formed mid-motion, locking one in place like a statue.
The last pirate screamed and opened fire—only for the shots to bend around the man in mid-air, as if redirected by invisible gravity.
The attacker screamed once more, then collapsed—unconscious before he hit the floor.
Silence returned.
The figure exhaled.
One of the consoles flickered alive at his touch. He pressed his hand to it, eyes closing.
The ship obeyed.
Moments Later – En Route to the Stars
As the freighter ignited its engines and pulled free of the moon's grip, the figure sat in the pilot's chair.
Stars stretched before him.
He pulled the hood back, revealing weathered skin, sharp eyes, and a presence in the Force that felt immovable.
"I know where to go now," he murmured. "You want me there."
A data display flickered to life. Unknown coordinates blinked.
And in the Force, a name echoed—not yet spoken aloud, but remembered.
A name the galaxy hadn't heard in centuries.