Faith Well Placed
Wife and the Thul negotiator head to the Temple, you and Thxan your wife's guard while two Stormtroopers, red armored, protect the Emissary. You are stationed at the doors leading to chamber, while the stormtroopers are at the exit. "So, we might be here a while." Reaching into your robe pocket you pull out a deck of cards, and begin to counting them, before turning to the troopers. "You want in on this?" The guards remain stock still, crimson guardians, staffs held at the ready. Sighing, you stick the cards back in your robes, grab a chair, and start meditating.
The thrum of the galaxy beckons you, welcomes you. Life, light, burns in the dark, as a thousand acts of kindess are performed every picosecond across infinite worlds, places so familiar you swear you had walked the streets yourself, others so far apart from everything you've ever conceived of, never mind known, that their existence must surely be one of the Force's great mystery. Tython and Ruusan in particular are strong in the light, blessed souls from Satele Shan to General Hoth having walked their surfaces. The Light grows on the surface of both planets as the Jedi return.
Next you turn towards three little lights, sparks of infinite possibility each. Ajax practices his speech for Master Bors, while Aemilius sleeps and dreams, of mighty warriors, Jedi standing against every Dark warrior. You imagine he will be a Guardian, if the future you feel is any indication, a powerful one at that, and unconsciously he is already moving his letter blocks in his sleep, slightly admittedly, but he is strong in the Force.
Titus is different, however, and that makes him all the more special in your eyes. He is not sensitive to the flowing ebbs of the Force, cannot feel it as his siblings do, or at least will. Yet you feel something special in his destiny all the same. A shield, perhaps, or a black cloak, yet one all the same that stands for justice. His is a path fraught with peril, but for that, it is perhaps all the more worthwhile.
Finally, you turn towards your wife. She is gloriously incandescent in the Force, the pinnacle of the Light's highest ideals- Justice, duty, mercy, that sort of thing. Empathy rolls off her in waves, kindness burns in brilliant eyes. You feel her through the bond that holds you two together, affection and love and hope and ideals.
"Honey."
You blink, and slowly close yourself to the Force, as much as any Jedi may at least, before turning to your wife. "It's done."
"The deal?"
"350,000 Rebel Troopers released from captivity. The siege of Alderaan and Nar Shadda has been lifted."
"And?"
"Corellia's been freed. Happy birthday, honey." Hugging you as your eyes widen, she hands you a copy of a treaty that's rather favorable to you and the Alliance.
350,000 Rebel Troopers released from prison! Sieges of Alderaan and Nar Shadda lifted! Corellia freed from Empire, Rebel Troops moving in!
