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Prologue: Adamus
āThe ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā
Description: On a small, fiery planet, a Jedi named Adamus must watch his companion go down in flames.Ā
Prologue
Ā Ā Ā Ā I put my weight back on my hands, bending my right leg in anticipation to kick. The first time, the glass fractures but doesnāt fully break. The second time, the whole floor to ceiling window cracks even further, letting me know I am one kick away from my goal. With a rather involuntary, hoarse grunt, I stretch my heel out again. The glass completely shatters. For a split second, I raise my arm to cover my head before scrambling out of the escape pod. My palms hit the hot black sand roughly, my knees scuffing against the stuff messily.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I know I must look deranged. I certainly feel deranged, but all I can think to possibly do is crane my neck to look at the sky above. Sure enough, the Star Destroyer roars in the air above me. The nose is tipped straight down to the ground, all lights fully dark for a moment. The engines are completely silent. My chest heaves as I watch the scene, the great lava rivers and lakes to my left filling my ears.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Then, a blue cage wraps around the ship. Millions of tiny branches- white, purple, blue, indigo, teal- all surrounding it like a hand. The engines rear to life with orange flame. The Star Destroyer starts forward, slowly due to itās size. Itās going to hit straight into the ground, into the lava rivers and volcanic rock and deep, dark sands.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There is nothing I can do to stop it. I cannot reach a hand out to slow or put the ship on pause, like she probably could. I cannot sprint forward, or leap into the air at the necessary height. I can only watch, defeated, as I imagine her there in the bridge.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Right hand steering the ship to itās doom, left hand calmly throwing and catching a lightsaber repeatedly. A mischievous, knowing smile dances upon her lips while one of her eyebrows is raised in a sort of pride I would never understand. Brown strands that frame the sides of her face loosely dance in the air. Cool and collected as ever, she stands in her black robes with power.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It is extraordinarily painful to know that the last time she ever wore her playful smirk was seconds before her death. Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Keres Vagor. Evasive, sarcastic, intelligent, brooding, nimble- she is power. I would have followed her to the end. I wanted to, but she got the best of me. I knew from the minute I locked eyes with her on Endor, that manipulative streak would get me somehow. It was my own fault, really. Letting her distract me so. She knew exactly how she was leaning in, the right way to softly bite her bottom lip before she brushed them against mine. I couldnāt stop myself. I thought that I was going to be the last one up there on that ship, not her. I shouldāve been.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā After all those arguments we had, Keres ends up winning in the shittiest way possible. I would tell her that there is no such thing as a gray area. There is only light and dark, good and evil, Sith and Jedi. The line is clear and definitive. For the longest time, I felt that her alignment was as open as could be. She was clearly a Sith. Keres had a red lightsaber, she oozed an untrustworthy and angry energy, and she could make force lightning shoot out of her fingers like it was nothing. She was exceptionally powerful and sly. I thought I knew exactly who I was dealing with, no matter how unpredictable she was.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But then she listened to me talk late at night. I would find myself wandering into a small medical room that she took as her own for a while, only to plop down in a chair or the slab she called her bed and begin to tell her things I thought I had pushed deep down. I told Keres about my master, who I missed and respected dearly. I told her about the youngling I killed in my frustration, and the clones that followed. I told her about how one of my good friends, a Clone by the name of Brag, shot at me several times with his blaster. I begged him to stop. When he only responded with a cold āGood soldiers follow orders,ā I struck him down and kept my eyes shut tight.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Keres would never have done that, by the way. Sheās the type of person to always look someone in the eyes when she kills them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā So, I started to think Keres was actually more of an opportunity, than anything. She was the only other alive force user Iād come across in Maker knows how long. At the very least, we couldāve bonded over our experiences. And we did. We bonded over our admiration for Aheka, the kind, Togruta medic Keres spent most of her time with. We bonded over battle strategy- though she was always better than me. Even mushy breakfast we both detested, we bonded over. And, last but certainly not least, we bonded over fruit. Keres had a special love for a fruit called Shuura, though she mostly just referred to it as āthe thin orange slicesā. She thought they tasted sweet with just a hint of sour. While Shuura were never quite up my alley, I enjoyed watching her eyes light up like a child at the sight of them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Keres didnāt believe in a definitive good and evil. She never said it, but the look on her face said it all. She thought she was somewhat more advanced than me for understanding it was all relative. She believed nothing could be labeled as good or bad so easily, and even then everything would depend on perspective. It was an infuriating argument that would leave me wanting to stomp out of the room and let off steam with my lightsaber, which I often did. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā And now, Keres has won in the worst way possible. Sheās sacrificing herself for something that gives people hope. Sheās sacrificing herself to give people hope. Sheās fulfilling the Rebellions mission. Sheās taking out the mothership. Sheās being a good person.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Shoulders hunched in defeat, I watch as the Star Destroyer crashes against a point in the distance. Orange lava springs into the air like an explosion, flecked with grains of black sand. The lightning surrounding the ship flickers slightly, than promptly disappears. This is the moment that Keres Vagor died.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As a Jedi, we are taught to not mourn death, but to celebrate life. We are taught to rejoice, for death makes a new journey for us all. But as I kneel on the burning coals like sand, powerless as my tearstained cheeks sting against the dry air, I do not feel any need or want to celebrate. I feel nothing but the weight of loss in my stomach, settling in like emptiness. I can only imagine Keresās form, burning and melting and slumped over in death. An image comes to mind, quick as a flash but clear enough to haunt me.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The ships final lurch throws Keres forward. Hitting her head on a panel, she trips out of the broken window and lands on a stray rod attached to the ship. Then she dangles above the lava that begins to swallow the ship, dead or dying. Her hazel eyes are wide. Blood drips from the edge of her lips and out from some injury on her head. Her leather bound lightsaber rolls out of the bridge and before it hits the fires below, the image is gone.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I have to keep her alive somehow. The idea of doing what she would do pops into my brain, no matter how difficult it was to read her at times. Keres would make a plan, I think. A plan of āwhere to now?ā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Step One: I need to find a ship and return to my crew. I have a Rebellion to lead. Ā Ā Ā
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He would have disappointed you.
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Chapter Nineteen
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Adamus was a really scrawny kid. He wasnāt the fastest, or strongest, or even the smartest. He wasnāt really an introvert, but he was the quietest. Adamus knew what he was. He knew his limits. But instead of accepting himself as he was, it only motivated him. The boy became ambitious, almost to a fault, and knew he had to prove himself. But Adamus didnāt want to prove that he was just as good as his peers. Adamus wanted to prove that he was better than them. He wanted to prove that he was better than all of them.
Adamus grew into himself over the years. He was a little bit of a late bloomer, but that was made up for and forgotten about very quickly.
The scrawniness melted away, revealing a stocky body. He was naturally muscular under all that skin and bone. He got taller and taller, until he was finally slightly above the average man. His hair reached his neck, curling at the ends with natural waves. Except for his padawan braid, which he hated because it was so long and constantly hitting his shoulder. His eyelashes got longer, jawline sharper, and brain more aware.
Adamus had few friends in his Jedi years. One was a boy, Argos, who was clumsy and far more extroverted than Adamus would ever be. There was also Knox, a boy who was killed during the Clone Wars, and Ethin Edin, who was actually a distant relation of mine that Iād never learn about.
Adamus was close to his master, which was somewhat of a problem within the order. Attachments are frowned upon. Something I disapprove of. Adamus will deny that he looked up Fir Aro if you ever ask him, but I know the truth. Ā
Adamus tried saving him. Then he watched him die in a pool of blood, and not all of it was his own. Adamus blames himself.
Today, I wake up free of nightmares. For the past few nights, they havenāt bothered me at all. I guess my thoughts before bed have been so focused on Adamus and analyzing him that my brain hasnāt had time to cook up any new terrors for me. But Iām not so sure if thatās a good thing or a bad thing. Ā
No matter where the last thing I can remember takes place, I always wake up in my little nook. I usually assume that I either fell asleep at the table with my chin in my hand, or eventually drifted off while leaning against my door frame. Waking up in my nook would mean that Adamus puts me to bed, which honestly makes me feel quite guilty. Iāve already fallen asleep listening to him tell me about his deep rooted anguish, now heās taking me to bed without even taking credit. I would thank him, but then something would change between us. Something already changed when he began to cry that night in my room, but actually admitting that one of us did the other a service is⦠different. Iām already pushing my luck by making eye contact with him during the day, why acknowledge the possibility that weāve seen each other at our most vulnerable?
I rebraid my hair a little sloppily and shrug on a thin black Ā jacket over my outfit. I have to use the bathroom, so I do. I even flush. But I still refuse to shower.
The door slides open as I exit, and I stalk out in my usual demeanor. No smiles, head down, eyes apathetic as my weapon hits against my hip. People still stop and stare at me as I walk by, but their conversations still flurry through the air. The people donāt trust me. I donāt trust them either. Ā
I pass the control room, and take one of the hallways. Stretching my arms, rolling my shoulders back as I keep my eyes to the floor. Itās dark silver, and clangs under the weight of my boots. Even as I walk by, civilians of the Harbinger eye me with distaste. I let them. I donāt bother to let myself eye them right back because I know nothing can change the person I am. Iāve accepted that Iāll always be a threat wherever I go. Thatās how I know I have to get away from these people.
The cafeteria is the same size as the medbay, Iām told. Itās lined with rows of tables with built in benches and counters. Volunteers serve slops of whatās usually nearly stale portion bread and ration bars. Sometimes thereās caf, but not usually. I wouldnāt take it anyway. Too bitter.
Adamus and Aheka are almost always sitting together in the mornings. At first I wondered about the exact nature of their relationship, though now I see it for what it is. Theyāre companions, close comrades, friends. Almost sibling like. Nothing close to romantic.
I pull my hood over my head as I walk by them, just missing Adamusās kaleidoscope eyes of judgment by a single step. To the left side of the room is a long counter that serves as a buffet. Volunteers hand out the food, and today a yellow TwiāLek gives me a slop of mush gray stuff on a silver tray with a distrustful scowl. I donāt bother saying a word about how I asked for the portion bread instead of whatever he just gave me. I know how to pick my battles, and this is one I wonāt win. I donāt have the social skills for it.
When I turn to face the rest of the cafeteria, I gage out the seats I can take. Thereās one at the opposite end of where Aheka and Adamus are, so definitely not there.
Thereās another table at the very end of the hall, thatās almost completely empty except for one person who has his back to me. That will do.
Having my hood up makes me feel better. Itās not perfect, but it gives me the feeling of having walls around me, so I can feel more alone. I think thatās something I need. The world feels safer, more closed off. Like a room with three walls and then whateverās in front of me. Like Iām a glitch in the simulation. Yeah⦠a glitch.
I set my tray down and slide onto the bench. The other person at the table- a man- is at the other end, on the other side. Thereās no way we could be affiliated with each other.
With a cheap fork, I poke at the mush. Itās warmer than I expected- not hot, but not cold. Iāve eaten worse. Iāve purified my own piss and swallowed it down. This is not the time to get picky.
But Iām not hungry.
I look back up, glancing around to observe the surroundings of the room. Thereās the counters where I got my tray to the right, the rows of tables ahead. Aheka and Adamus are about five tables up. There are some foot soldiers, one man I saw in Adamusās meeting reading over some papers, a green woman carrying a crate. One of the lights over head is flickering so quickly, you wouldnāt even notice the sputter if you werenāt hardwired to notice everything.
And as for the man sitting at the table with me⦠well, it takes me a second to notice him.
I eye him for a few seconds, not for any particular reason, simply because I can. And then he tilts his head up and to the side, catching my orbs, which began to dilate with the beat of my heart.
Sharp jawline, heavily angular features. The slim eyes like a hawk, golden brown. Nose turned down at the bridge, arched brows, thin and chapped lips. And that hairstyle⦠I know it.
My lips part in realization. I can feel my heart stop.
āSo-ā
A tray slams down in front of me with a clang, startling me with a jump.
āWere you really going to try eating alone?ā
I stare up at Aheka from under my hood. Her pale green eyes are staring into my own with that twinkle of compassion, but the corners of her lips are upturned with charisma.
Before I can respond or think of a response, Aheka slides her tray forward until it bumps against mine and seats herself in the slot ahead of me.
āI hope you slept okay,ā she frowns. āYou look sick.ā
I catch her glance at my missing finger, causing me to jerk my hand back in embarrassment and anger. āWhy are you eating alone?ā
Under the table, my right hand twitches. āDidnāt want to disturb you and shit for brains,ā I lie, watching Adamusās back tense from behind him.
āYou wouldnāt disturb us,ā Aheka assures. āHere. This tastes better than that.ā She nudges her tray against mine again.
āI canāt take your food,ā I swallow. It feels like the inside of my chest is sweating.
āCome on. Iām not going to eat it, and I know how that slush tastes. This is the better option.ā
Her plate has steaming golden chunks on it. It does smell better than the warm gray thing in front of me. āThanks,ā I mutter, staring down.
āSo,ā the Togruta begins. āIāve got an offer for you.ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
I raise my eyes from under my hood to watch her face, which has a small, excited smile on it. It fits her pretty features.
āOkay.ā
āYouāre sleeping in the side medbay, right? I know that thing is small and well⦠I was thinking you could start to bunk with me. Weād have to talk to Adamus probably, but I have the space. I just figured itās better than that tiny little thing. Warmer too.ā
She adds the last part with a smile as if it were a cute little joke. I, on the other hand, canāt stop myself from inwardly cringing. My eyes flicker between her own, searching for the answer to my confusion.
āWhy?ā I question. Ā
Aheka crinkles her eyebrows. āWhy? Well itās⦠itās the right thing to do isnāt it?ā
ā¦The right thing to do?
āBesides,ā she continues. āItās either me or bunking with Blitz, right?ā She nudges her thumb at the man at the end of the table, and my heart attack starts all over again.
"Have you met?ā
I stand up suddenly, my fists balled so tight my knuckles pale over.
āKeres?ā
How could they⦠how could they let it in here? Donāt they know what it is?
The man at the end of the table turns to look at me slowly. His golden eyes meet mine.
A hand clasps on my right shoulder.
āKeres,ā speaks Adamus. His tone is low, though not threatening or dangerous. In my core, it feels understanding. It feels⦠I donāt know. It feels like something I should listen to. Like the little voice of reason in the very back of my brain I so often try to mute.
Itās enough to snap me out of my daze somewhat. I turn my head over my shoulder to meet his eyes, which are steeled compared to usual. Usually, theyāre a flowing billow of blue and green and grey, but now they are like steel, nothing but turquoise. Not even a circle of light appears inside of them to give a sense of security.
"I know,ā he says. But no matter what he wouldāve told me, I wouldnāt have felt like he knew. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
āAre you okay?ā Aheka asks, slowly standing, eyebrows creased with concern.
No.
āYes,ā I decide. āIām okay.ā And then I push myself back into my seat, struggling to tear my eyes away from my newest problem.
āHis name is Blitz,ā Adamus tells me as he removes his hand. āHeās a soldier.ā
āWhere did you find him?ā I mutter hoarsely.
āA cantina in the outer rim. Heās trustworthy.ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
I want to snap āno, heās notā, but I decide to stay quiet.
āI know what happened to you,ā Adamus says lowly. āI know what youāre thinking.ā
I turn my head back to face him. āHow could you do this?ā
āKeres,ā Aheka breaks. āWhatās going on?ā
I donāt get a chance to explain or lie. Adamus answers for me. āIām āgonna take her to the meeting with me today. She can help in the vote.ā
āAdamusā¦ā
"Itāll be fine. Sheāll see Blitz and we can use her.ā
NowĀ Iām the one out of the loop. How did it change from Aheka to me so quickly?
āI donāt think this is a good idea,ā she says with knitted brows.
Adamus looks between her light green eyes with a still face. After a moment, he pushes himself up out of his seat. āCome on, Keres.ā
I watch him, not moving for a second. Then Aheka looks at me and nudges her head after the boy. āYou should go with him.ā
I breathe out through my nose before standing up myself. Aheka shrinks away behind me, sitting alone at the table with only the monster and a gray tray.
I push my hood off my head, keeping Adamusās back in front of me. I think about killing him- sinking my blade through his flesh and muscles until heās crumpled on the ground. I could. Thereās no one down our current hallway but us. The lights are down low, if Circe is on the security cameraās, heās not going to tell anyone what I did.
Murder. The very thought makes the blood rush through my veins faster and tighter, coursing and getting hotter and hotter. I wonder, if I kill him, will I get some of his power? He can do things that I canāt do. I donāt know what those things are exactly yet, but I know he can.
But if I kill him, then Iāll always remember the way that he cried in my room.
Do it.
Donāt.
My hand creeps down to my waist, trailing down my belt and to cool metal of the saber. Around us, the world closes in. The lights grow even dimmer. Adamus is directly ahead of me, walking straight with his fists at his sides. I can see the muscles in his back tensing under his shirt.
Kill him. Kill him, and then kill the Clone.
āBefore we go in,ā Adamus turns around to face me. For a second, Iām completely blown away. I lean back to avoid the flash of gold that overtakes his hair, and the shadows over his face that make him look just like Garreth. My eyes widen, but the boy in front of me doesnāt say a word about it.
āI need something from you.ā
I blink, folding my arms over each other. āThe General needs something from me? Iām honored.ā
Adamus inhales. āI proposed something and I need you to vote it down.ā
āWhat did you propose?ā I question.
āI just didnāt⦠I didnāt think the whole thing through.ā
I furrow my eyebrows in seriousness. āWhat was the original plan?ā
āI-ā
āGeneral Adamus, Vagor,ā a drawl voice takes me from my thoughts. One of the Admirals- a Chiss named Sirsal- walks toward us from the other side of the hallway. Heās been distrustful of me from the beginning- not that I blame him- and heās been more than open about it. Iāve never talked to him one on one, but he doesnāt actually seem so bad. Heās just doing his job. Itās nothing personal, and if it was, Iām in no position to tell him off. āHow lovely to see you. Are you ready to vote on the proposal?ā
āOf course,ā Adamus replies coolly. Always a talent of his, Iāve noticed. āI was just going over the plan with our lieutenant.ā
Sirsalās eyes look at me up and down in distaste. His top lip curls in disgust when he seems the mud on top of my black boots, the rip of my leggings on my right thigh, the beaten gauze acting as gloves around my arms. āYes, of course,ā he says slowly. He changes his gaze back to Adamus, his expression softening as he sees the boy is far more cleaned up than myself. āI wasnāt aware you had appointed her as Lieutenant.ā
āItās a work in progress.ā
I can feel the annoyance radiating off the Chiss man. His mind burns with a single question: Why not me?
āI see,ā he says instead. āWell, let us hope this newcomer is capable of leading us to victory.ā His eyes linger on me once more to get his distaste across.
Sirsal disappears through the metal door with a hiss.
"I like him,ā I say.
āThat was your take away from that interaction?ā Adamus questions, amusement shadowing his tone.
āHeās funny.ā
Adamusās face returns to stone. āVoting down my plan is the right thing to do. Do I have your word on this?ā
I stare into his eyes for a moment. For just a split second, I think theyāre blue. Then they return to a swirl of pale greens and greys and teals and I know Iām far off. Adamus hasnāt really⦠asked me for anything before. But this, this is a favor. A personal favor at that.
āAlright,ā I shrug.
The door opens up. āIāll owe you one,ā he whispers in my ear as the uniformed men turn to greet us. His words send shivers down my spine, but not in a bad way. In a way that I only feel when something excites me- like a prank or some cruel joke Iāve thought of. It makes my stomach explode with butterflies and my⦠no. Never mind.
āGeneral Adamus,ā one of the men greets. āHello.ā
āThe topic of todayās meeting is to vote on the proposed offensive plan,ā Adamus says, ignoring him in his leader voice. He crosses to the center of the room, pushes a button on the holotable and watches as the men gather to look at the blue hologram. Three Imperial Star Destroyers, and a planet that seems strangely familiar but unrecognizable. I cross my arms and lean against the wall to stay out of their way. I can still see alright, and they donāt have to worry Iām close enough to stab them in the backs.
āThere are three Imperial Ships around the planet Mustafar. I believe this one, Makerās Thrall, is in control of the Imperial shield generator on Endor, and possibly another on Ryloth. I proposed that we engage the other two Destroyers in battle as a distraction, while a smaller force infiltrates and takes out the Thrall.ā
A hum of approval and nods fall over the men. Honestly, itās not such a bad plan. It might need some refining, more detailing, but itās a good start. Decent. Ā
āHowever, I have obtained some new information.ā
āInformation from her?ā one of the men jabs his thumb in my direction while the one next to him tries not to roll his eyes.
āNo, Admiral Raincork, and I advise you keep your thumb to yourself. I came to this realization through my own conscious.ā Adamus takes a pause. I can feel his heart beat in nervousness from across the room. āIf the Thrall is to be destroyed, someone will have to stay behind andā¦ā
A roar explodes through the men now. Adamusās voice is drowned out in the gasps. āI know, I know. This would mean suicide for whomever does this, and we canāt ask that of our people. Nor should we.ā
āWhy donāt we just destroy it from the outside? Or plant bombs? O-or take out the shields?ā a pink skinned man asks.
Adamus shakes his head slowly. āDestroying it from the outside is impossible. A mother ship like that has more shield power than you would imagine. Taking it out would give little to no time for the group to escape and bombs would be the same.ā
A few of the men nod in understanding. I try to analyze each of them. The Chiss is unswayed by Adamusās admittance and feels that loss of life is necessary. The Twi-lek thinks it would be wrong to ask anyone onboard to do such a thing. Aheka would more than likely agree, Circe would take the side of the Chiss.
And⦠honestly⦠I would too.
āWhat about the people acting as distractions? Wonāt they be at risk of death too?ā
āNo,ā Adamus says. āI wonāt allow that. The mission will be kept short enough that no lives can be lost. They will not be at risk.ā
Adamus⦠it was a good plan. You knew what had to be done. You always have. Thatās what being a good person means.
āSo, I call for a vote,ā Adamus says lowly. āThose against the original proposed plan?ā
Adamus raises his hand, more slowly following. The Twi-lek raises his and so does the one next to him. I count exactly half of the men calling for this to be stopped.
āThose in favor?ā
Adamus drops his hand and Sirsal raises his. Admiral Raincork follows his lead, along with the other half of the men. Adamus counts them silently, eyes widening as they drop to mine. He sees what Iām about to do. His heart is pumping, mouth dry. Donāt, he begs me. Please donāt. You said you wouldnāt.
I raise my right hand in the air, earning some of the men whipping around and gasping. Sirsal raises his eyebrow as if heās impressed I was capable of making such a decision.
Adamusās eyes narrow. I watch his jaw clench in anger, his hand curling into a tight fist. His eyes are darkening like a cloudy sky. Heās pissed. Heās so pissed.
āThat settles it,ā he says, eyes not daring to leave mine. His enraged gaze goes straight to my heart and to the pit of my stomach, swirling up emotions I couldnāt name at blaster point. Ā Ā āThe plan will continue on at a later date. If you have any further questions, I will answer them tomorrow at the next meeting. Any more topics? Alright, meeting concluded.ā Ā
The men begin to shuffle out of the room, talking to each other. Half of them gives me looks of respect and the other half is anger mixed with disappointment. I donāt care about any of them. I find that the only face I really care about right now is Adamusās. He follows the men closely, not even looking at me as he passes.
I watch his back muscles contort through his outfit as he leaves me alone in the room. The door slides shut much louder than usual, even though itās not possible to slam it. I want so badly to talk to him. I want so badly to reach out to him.
I find that the second thing Acer Adamus gave me is guilt about other people- guilt over the living.






