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Chapter 9 – The Green Spark 🌘

The red blade falls.

It’s the end...

Or at least, it should have been.

But then—

🔷 A flash of green.

💥 The strike is stopped.

A new presence.

A new energy.

She’s here.

Jecki. The Padawan.

Appearing from nowhere, she stands between them.

Her arms shake—but her eyes are steady.

Her stance is firm. Her will, unshakable.

Against the dark power,

A spark of purity.

A fearless heart.

The Force, raw and alive.

She holds the line.

Every move is sharp, fluid, instinctual.

She blocks, counters, controls.

The darkness has found a new opponent—

One it didn’t expect.

Maître Sol, still on the ground, looks up.

He sees his student.

And he knows:

💫 She is ready.

💫 She is the light.

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Chapter 8 – The Weight of Shadow 🌘

The light falters.

Each second of this battle drains Maître Sol further.

The Force is still with him—but distant, clouded, almost smothered by the darkness closing in.

She, the attacker, presses forward. Unstoppable.

Every step, every blow, every glance—a display of complete Dark Side mastery.

Terrifying control.

Sol resists. Still.

But the ground slips beneath him.

His breath is short, his arm shaking.

And then—

Impact.

He loses balance.

The Jedi falls, his back hitting the dusty ground of this unknown planet.

His blue saber flickers—but stays lit.

He raises it just in time.

Before him stands the enemy—

A dark figure, cloaked in power.

Twin red sabers poised for the final strike.

One blow.

One heartbeat.

And everything could end.

❓ Will Maître Sol survive this final assault?

❓ Can light still triumph over darkness when all hope is fading?

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Chapter 7 (Part 2) – Resist the Darkness 🌘

She strikes again.

Fast. Precise. Relentless.

Maître Sol blocks. Slips. Nearly falls—

But rises again.

🟥 She attacks with cold rage, as if every blow is meant to break more than just his guard.

🔵 He holds—not through strength, but through will.

Every movement of the enemy pulses with the Dark Side.

She dives into it without hesitation.

And yet, nothing is chaotic—she controls it. Chooses each strike.

Sol feels the weight of that dark energy.

It pulls at him. Tempts him.

Pushes him toward anger.

But he resists.

⚔️ This is what it means to be a Jedi.

To hold the line.

Even when everything trembles.

His breath shortens.

His arm grows heavy.

But his gaze stays steady. Anchored in the light.

He will not give in.

Not here.

Not now.

But how much longer can he endure…

against an opponent this powerful—

and this determined?

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Chapter 7 – Light vs Darkness

Silence shattered.

Everything exploded in the span of a heartbeat.

A scream in the Force. A flash of blue. Two red blades.

And impact.

💥 Sabers collided with brutal force.

💢 Sparks. Pulses. Raw power clashing with discipline.

Mastee Sol stepped back, pivoted, blocked.

He countered—but she anticipated.

Every strike he delivered was met with chilling precision.

She moved like a shadow—cold, methodical, relentless.

Sol held his ground.

He focused. He breathed.

The Force guided him.

But the balance was slipping.

⚔️ He was in trouble.

Her power was real.

And it wasn’t fading.

Blade against blade.

Blue against red.

Light against darkness.

And yet… there was something personal in this battle.

Something deeper.

As if she knew him.

As if this duel had been waiting to happen.

But who had awaited it?

And why?

All around them, the Force surged and twisted—charged with tension.

A duel on the edge of the galaxy.

And perhaps, one that could shape its fate.

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Chapter 6 (Part 2) – Who Is She? 🌘

She doesn’t hide.

No mask. No hood to conceal her face.

She stands tall, unwavering—features drawn in absolute focus.

Dark skin. Frozen gaze. Eyes locked on Maître Sol with piercing intensity.

In each hand, a red lightsaber.

Ignited. Unstable. Beating like a war drum.

She says nothing.

She doesn’t need to.

Everything about her—her stance, her control, the echo of the Force surrounding her—screams a truth Sol cannot deny:

❗ This woman knows the Dark Side.

❗ She commands it.

❗ And she didn’t come here by accident.

But then…

🕳️ Who is she?

🕳️ Where did she come from?

🕳️ What does she want?

🕳️ Is she alone?

Master Sol clenches his jaw.

He remains frozen between vigilance and disbelief.

Yord is still on the ground, unconscious.

And the dark presence hasn’t attacked again.

She waits.

But for what?

A gesture? A mistake? A flicker of fear?

Or… a signal?

One thing is certain:

This is no longer a simple reconnaissance mission.

It’s a trap. And they’ve walked straight into it.

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Chapter 6 – The Assault 🌘

The figure didn’t wait any longer.

In a flash of blinding speed, she lunged.

A direct attack. Fierce. Controlled.

No words. Just the hiss of lightsabers cutting through the aire

Yord didn’t have time to react.

A shockwave—an overwhelming surge in the Force—

He was hurled against a tree with terrifying force.

Silence.

Then a heavy thud.

Yord collapsed. Unconscious.

Master Sol, however, had held his ground.

His blue saber ignited just in time, clashing with the enemy’s twin red blades.

The impact was violent. Sparks flew. Their faces lit up in the storm of energy.

Sol stepped back, regaining his stance.

He watched.

The enemy was agile, fast… and above all, powerful.

Her movements were sharp, filled with a cold, focused rage.

Not a word.

No name.

But the Force was unmistakable: this was no ordinary opponent.

Not a fallen Jedi.

Not just a warrior.

This was the Dark Side.

And she had come to kill them.

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Chapter 5 – The Silhouette

The wind has returned.

Dry, whispering. It skims across the rocks and dust.

In the distance, two Jedi walk in silence: Master Sol and Knight Yord.

Their sabers remain at their sides, but the Force keeps warning them.

Then—

A presence.

Still.

Close.

A figure stands among the stones.

Tall. Unmoving.

Facing the Jedi.

Two lightsabers in hand.

Not yet ignited… but ready.

Time slows.

Master Sol freezes.

He can feel it—sharp and cold, like a blade drawn in the Force.

Yord halts beside him.

This is it. What they’ve been sensing since they arrived.

No more doubt.

The figure remains motionless.

Watching. Waiting.

There is no hostility.

Not yet.

But the Force no longer whispers.

It screams.

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🔖 They’re no longer alone.

And silence has never been so loud.

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Chapter 4 – Inhabited Silence

The calm has returned.

But it’s not real calm.

It’s that kind of silence that’s too clean… too still. The kind you hear just before the storm breaks.

Master Sol stands motionless, eyes on the barren plain stretching out ahead.

Nothing on the horizon. No movement. No life.

And yet, that presence… it’s still there. Clinging to their steps. Pressing on their thoughts.

Yord steps closer, wordless.

They both deactivate their lightsabers.

The blue blade fades into a breath of air.

The yellow one disappears in a brief glow.

But their bodies remain tense.

Their senses alert.

The Force around them continues to shiver.

— “It’s like it wants us to go deeper,” Yord murmurs.

— “Or to get lost,” Sol replies.

A crack, somewhere in the distance.

Maybe a rock shifting.

Maybe something else.

They exchange a glance.

Silent. Complicit. Uneasy.

They know what the other is thinking.

They know the threat isn’t gone.

But here… it doesn’t attack.

It watches. It waits. It tests.

And in this peaceful emptiness…

Something is approaching.

Or maybe… something was already here, waiting for them.

🔖 *Some silences weigh heavier than a fight.

And sometimes, feeling danger without seeing it…

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Chapter 3 (Part Two) – What Watches

The air is dry. Silent.

No wind. No motion.

Only tension—coiled within the Force like a string about to snap.

Master Sol says nothing. He ignites his lightsaber.

The blue blade hums to life, cutting the stillness.

He steps forward with calm precision, heading toward a twisted, ancient tree.

That’s where the disturbance is coming from.

Yord follows closely, yellow saber drawn, burning like a sharp flame in the still landscape.

He stays alert. Every step feels louder than it should.

No birds.

No insects.

No signs of life.

And yet… that presence lingers. Heavy. Relentless.

Master Sol reaches the tree.

He circles it slowly, blade raised.

But there’s no one there.

No footprints.

No breath.

No shadow.

Still, the sensation remains.

"It’s still here," Sol thinks.

"Just… out of sight. Just… deeper."

He deactivates his saber.

Yord does the same, but scans the surrounding trees with quiet dread.

— “There was nothing,” Yord says, too quickly.

— “There was nothing visible,” Sol replies, his jaw tense.

A faint stir in the air.

A whisper? A breath?

Too quiet to locate.

And then they understand:

This isn’t a trap.

It’s a warning.

Someone—or something—is watching.

And waiting.

🔖 There was nothing.

But in places where the Force trembles…

There is never truly “nothing.”

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Chapter 3 – Presence

The two Jedi meet again at the base of an ancient ridge, where the land forms a natural clearing—quiet, forgotten. The sky above is heavy, veiled, pressing down on them.

— “The readings are unstable,” Yord says, showing his holopad.

— “The Force itself is unstable,” replies Master Sol, his voice low.

A pause. They exchange a look. Something is gnawing at this place.

Yord tries to lighten the tension:

— “Do you think it’s some kind of illusion? An ancient disturbance?”

But Master Sol doesn’t answer right away. His gaze drifts.

He stares into the distance. His brow furrows.

He raises his hand slowly toward the empty air, palm open—trying to feel something too subtle for words.

And then, he murmurs:

— “We are not alone.”

Yord turns at once, hand on his lightsaber.

But nothing is there. Nothing visible.

Yet the chill in the air grows.

Someone—or something—is watching them.

> Out there, in the mist.

A shadow?

A mirage?

Or a gaze, hidden behind petrified trees?

Master Sol doesn’t blink.

He stares, unmoving.

There is no fear in his expression. No anger. Only a deep, steady concern.

Because what he feels…

isn’t alive.

And isn’t dead.

It is ancient.

And it already knows them.

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🔖 Sometimes, the Force doesn’t warn you.

Sometimes, it whispers too late

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Chapter 2 (continued) – Invisible Traces

While Master Sol explores the highlands, Yord Fandar remains near the ship, surveying the terrain. He scans the air, analyzes the soil, runs diagnostics. Routine work. And yet… something feels wrong.

His readings don’t make sense. The atmosphere appears stable, but the instruments report impossible variations—unstable temperatures, fluctuating magnetic fields. As if reality itself were trembling.

He kneels, brushing his gloved fingers across the ground. A fine gray dust rises… and disperses too quickly.

He listens. No sound. Not even insects, not a drop of water, not a single breath of life. Only… emptiness.

Yord rises slowly, more tense now. He is not as attuned to the Force as Master Sol, but even he feels it—a tightness in the air, like a string pulled to its breaking point.

“This isn’t a dead world,” he thinks.

“It’s a world waiting.”

He looks up. A black bird crosses the sky.

Or at least… he thinks it does.

In the blink of an eye, it's gone.

Was it real? Or is the mist playing tricks on his mind?

He activates his comlink:

📡 “Master Sol, something’s wrong. I don’t know what yet… but this place is lying to us.”

🖼️ [Image: Yord Fandar]

🔖 When even the instruments are deceived… can you still trust your eyes?

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Chapter 2 – The Call of Silence

The wind moves low across the ground, thick with dust and echoes.

Yord has stayed near the ship, busy analyzing atmospheric data. Master Sol, however, walks away—slowly, silently.

His boots press into the cracked, arid soil. Even the stones here seem to have forgotten their names. No sound, except for the wind… and his own breathing.

But within the Force, something pulses. Faint. Uneasy. Like a heart out of rhythm.

He stops atop a jagged ridge. Below him: dead valleys, jagged peaks, and in the distance… a shifting fog that almost seems alive. He closes his eyes, reaching into the Force.

And then, he feels it.

A strange vibration.

Not a threat—at least, not yet.

But a dissonance. As if something is trying to hide within the very fabric of reality.

“It’s ancient,” he thinks.

“Ancient… and wounded.”

Master Sol stands motionless. His mind sinks into the weave of the Force, trying to read the echoes of those who might have walked here long before him. But the fog resists. It clings. It conceals.

He opens his eyes again.

A chill runs down his spine.

Something is watching him. He knows it.

But nothing is there.

Not yet.

🖼️ [Image: Master Sol alone]

🔖 The Force whispers, but it no longer speaks of balance...

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Chapter 1 – Echoes of the Force

A heavy silence blankets the ship’s landing ramp as it touches down in a cloud of ash and mist. No signal. No detectable presence. And yet… the Force whispers. It moves here in strange, painful waves—like a dissonant note in an otherwise perfect harmony.

Master Sol is the first to step out. He pauses for a moment, places his hand on the ground. His gaze drifts toward the bleak horizon of this forgotten world.

Yord Fandar follows, his boots sinking into the cracked soil. He scans the turbulent sky, searching for a landmark, for meaning—but there is none. Only a feeling. A vertigo.

This world is not on any galactic map.

It has no name. No coordinates.

Just a rumor. An anomaly.

And yet, the Jedi are sent.

Their instructions from the Council were clear: investigate the disturbance in the Force detected in this sector of the Outer Rim. But on the ground, nothing is ever as simple.

Something is watching them.

Something has been waiting for their arrival.

And already, the balance begins to shift…

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🖼️ [Attached image: Master Sol and Yord Fandar seen from behind, staring into the misty and ominous landscape of an unknown planet]

🔖 Follow this chronicle chapter by chapter. A story of light, shadow, and everything in between.

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