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The discussion had been short and he had leaned more on his Master's expertise than he'd hoped to, but he did know best. Making camp for the night was a good idea. Even if it did mean back tracking two clicks to the east to ground they knew was safe. After all why would anyone make camp on ground t...

Two Years Later The last blaster bolt had been deflected back into the trooper that had fired it at him. His eyes were narrow and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. He stood there carefully eyeing the situation his yellow blade glowing in the darkness, he could hear the blade of his Mas...

"I keep saying it, I didn't have a choice. I was born into it, I never knew anything different." The thirteen year old initiate was adamant as he stood in the council chambers, clad in tattered black robes, a burn scar on his left cheek and several cuts and bruises visible between the torn fabric o...