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The Onimian Jedi (Part 3)Voices of the past echoed like passing speeders, but there was no light. All was dark and cold, like a cave on a frozen planet. Snapping into focus came the brightly lit interior of a house, Milvius’s old home in Daefrodia. The throughout the central room’s interior was simple furniture, arranged neatly on the well-kept floor. Three doors branched off of the central room to the bedrooms. The walls, floors, and ceiling were constructed of wood from Aprus trees, given them a vibrant, lively orange hue. Circular skylights allowed for sunlight to enter during the day, while light strips on the ceiling provided illumination at night.
A simple but functional abode, built exactly like the other homes around it. That home, where Milvius was born and spent his childhood, was built by the claws of former Nythil and Witfar soldiers working together to rebuild after the war. It had changed little in the decade or so since it was built, though its inhabitants had grown older.
In the cen
The Onimian Jedi (Part 2)Stepping out of the holding chamber first, Vash turned his head in both directions to look down the hallway outside. The hallway was empty in both directions.
Crossing the hall and hitting the button to call down elevator, the doors slid open after a few seconds. Entering the elevator car and waving his hand, Milvius saw his cue and darted across the hallway into the elevator. The doors slid shut and there was a shudder as the elevator began to ascend. Rising from the level halfway up the tower to the top level, Vash checked his weapons to make certain they were fully charged. Milvius held Fafle's lightsaber in his left claw and stared at it. That weapon was the only reminder he had of his deceased master.
“I won't avenge you, master.” he thought, dwelling on the memories he had of Fafle “That is a promise I intend to keep.”
Topping off his pistols, Vash looked straight ahead as the elevator reached the top level. Milvius took a deep br
The Onimian Jedi (Part 1)“The force works in mysterious ways, many of which we have little or no knowledge of. I can’t help but find myself asking this question; if the nature of the force is something we can barely comprehend, let alone explain, how can we possibly think we can control it? Let alone manipulate it?”
When the critical male voice finished, a calm female one retorted.
“Hmm. That’s a very logical approach, Milvius.”
The male voice sighed.
“I understand, master. You know me, I was brought up to take a logical approach, to question the things I don’t understand or agree with.”
“Remember, Milvius. Logic and reasoning have great use for solving problems, but leave no room for heart or emotion.”
Twenty-three-year-old Milvius Creehart glanced at his master, a middle-aged female Mon Calamari dressed in a tan robe by the name of Fafle Hubrok. Together they looked out a window on the upper levels of the Jedi Temple at the gleaming capital of
Sneak peek of Fire Flower of Mightoken
The smoke filled the desolated battlefield as figures searched for their mortal enemies with a desire for each sides' destruction. From the dust created from the dry soil came the walking skeletal undead with weapons made of bone. With the search of their foes, many were attacked by wild wolves.
The creatures of the wildlife combated the bony abominations as bloodshed through the sky. The skeletal warriors butchered many wolves however, the wolves defeated the bone men and claimed their body parts as prizes. It was a deadly confrontation.
But the war was not only on the land but also in the once calm sea, now the challenging combat of the dead waters and the altered sky with destruction and chaos so close that it was almost on the brink.
But the main battle was in the air as two dragons fought the minions of their greatest enemy.
But why did things go this way? Well, we must go back to the beginning.
Long ago, before the dawn of man rose into the sky. Before the