Post by Gareth Arania on Apr 24, 2024 17:39:04 GMT -5
300 years after the Battle of Yavin, the galaxy is at an uneasy peace. More silence, than peace, perhaps. The last war was so brutal, so merciless, that few survived. Many of the Galaxy's inhabitants simply refuse to speak of it, hoping to will it from existence somehow.
On the small planet of Dubrillion, Gareth Arania looks to rebuild the Jedi Order.
Gareth walked down the halls of the Jedi Temple, heading toward the hangar bay. His faithful droid, an R4 model astromech, close on his heels, his servos and rollers whirring as he followed the Jedi Master. All around, droids were erecting pillars and statues.
Gareth stopped in front of one such statue, shaking his head, sighing hard. His green eyes closing as his fur wafted halfheartedly in the light breeze. He opened his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he ran his hand over the durasteel plaque.
Han Skywalker
Jedi Master
Hero of the Shadow Wars
"Oh, Han. What has become of the galaxy, Master? I wish you were here. I could use your help. And a familiar face."
Han was the great great great grandson of Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebel Alliance's victory over the first Galactic Empire. He had been Gareth's Master. Gareth had gone by the name Rusty Metropolis then, and served under Han and many of the great Jedi of their era. General Ceel, Master Danster, and even under the great Gash Jiren during his lead over the Rogue Jedi Order.
It was then, during a fierce battle on Nar Shadaa, that Master Jiren fell. As did Master Han. Gareth had managed to track down the ones pulling the strings, the remnants of the Sith Triumvirate. Their leader, Karatoga, was well known to Gareth. Karatoga killed Gareth's parents when he was just a boy, and, before he fell, managed to murder Megan Kalinski, Gareth's first love, whom he had held hostage.
After the Battle, and gravely wounded, Gareth made it to Dubrillion with the help of Arfour. After recovering, he worked as a tour guide, helping hunters track various game across the planet, until he made enough to rebuild the temple. Rumors of what he was doing spread and random donations began to come in.
Gareth was wary of these anonymous donors, so willing to help a rumoured remnant of a dead order.
But, credits were credits. And he was grateful for the aid.
He turned to walk away, heading down the grand corridor. The droid beeped and clicked quizzically. Gareth smiled.
"Yes, old friend. I'm alright. At least, I believe I am. We'll be fine. Somehow, we always make it though, don't we?"
Arfour clicked excitedly, almost as if laughing, then let a low whurr.
"Not at all. I don't think he survived. There's no way he could have. I felt his life force dissipate. He's gone, old friend. You and I are all that's left of that story. Of so many stories."
He sighed, patting the droid on his dome.
"Did you send my construction request to the shipyard?"
The droid beeped affirmatively.
"Good. Come on, we've got work to do. Meet me at the ship."
The droid beeped and whurred, refusing to budge. This got a chuckle out of Gareth, who dropped to his left knee, patting the droid's right chassis.
"I promise you, I'll be fine, Arfour. I do appreciate the concern. I'll raise you on the holo if anything happens. And you do the same. May the Force be with you."
As Arfour turned and rolled away, Gareth started down the next hall. He paused, watching the construction taking place.
"I hope this works..."
On the small planet of Dubrillion, Gareth Arania looks to rebuild the Jedi Order.
Gareth walked down the halls of the Jedi Temple, heading toward the hangar bay. His faithful droid, an R4 model astromech, close on his heels, his servos and rollers whirring as he followed the Jedi Master. All around, droids were erecting pillars and statues.
Gareth stopped in front of one such statue, shaking his head, sighing hard. His green eyes closing as his fur wafted halfheartedly in the light breeze. He opened his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he ran his hand over the durasteel plaque.
Han Skywalker
Jedi Master
Hero of the Shadow Wars
"Oh, Han. What has become of the galaxy, Master? I wish you were here. I could use your help. And a familiar face."
Han was the great great great grandson of Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebel Alliance's victory over the first Galactic Empire. He had been Gareth's Master. Gareth had gone by the name Rusty Metropolis then, and served under Han and many of the great Jedi of their era. General Ceel, Master Danster, and even under the great Gash Jiren during his lead over the Rogue Jedi Order.
It was then, during a fierce battle on Nar Shadaa, that Master Jiren fell. As did Master Han. Gareth had managed to track down the ones pulling the strings, the remnants of the Sith Triumvirate. Their leader, Karatoga, was well known to Gareth. Karatoga killed Gareth's parents when he was just a boy, and, before he fell, managed to murder Megan Kalinski, Gareth's first love, whom he had held hostage.
After the Battle, and gravely wounded, Gareth made it to Dubrillion with the help of Arfour. After recovering, he worked as a tour guide, helping hunters track various game across the planet, until he made enough to rebuild the temple. Rumors of what he was doing spread and random donations began to come in.
Gareth was wary of these anonymous donors, so willing to help a rumoured remnant of a dead order.
But, credits were credits. And he was grateful for the aid.
He turned to walk away, heading down the grand corridor. The droid beeped and clicked quizzically. Gareth smiled.
"Yes, old friend. I'm alright. At least, I believe I am. We'll be fine. Somehow, we always make it though, don't we?"
Arfour clicked excitedly, almost as if laughing, then let a low whurr.
"Not at all. I don't think he survived. There's no way he could have. I felt his life force dissipate. He's gone, old friend. You and I are all that's left of that story. Of so many stories."
He sighed, patting the droid on his dome.
"Did you send my construction request to the shipyard?"
The droid beeped affirmatively.
"Good. Come on, we've got work to do. Meet me at the ship."
The droid beeped and whurred, refusing to budge. This got a chuckle out of Gareth, who dropped to his left knee, patting the droid's right chassis.
"I promise you, I'll be fine, Arfour. I do appreciate the concern. I'll raise you on the holo if anything happens. And you do the same. May the Force be with you."
As Arfour turned and rolled away, Gareth started down the next hall. He paused, watching the construction taking place.
"I hope this works..."
