Found A Light || Quinlan & Cal
Starter for @pracses
The Jedi were gone.
Quinlan would be lying if he said that he hadn't seen this coming. Perhaps, not in his lifetime, and definitely not to such a degree, but somewhere between the torture he'd faced by Dooku's hand and his own master turning his back on him, he had been invaded by the gut wrenching feeling that the time of the Jedi would come to an end. The thought hadn't left him, even as he was brought back to the light by the efforts of his stubborn old friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He'd simply chosen to ignore it, chose to live in denial and live in the moment without thinking of the future, and actively fleeing the past– ironic, considering psychometry was the one skill he was known for the most.
Now, there was no fleeing the facts: the Jedi were no more. Hundreds of lives lost to the very soldiers who the Jedi had trusted more than they did anyone else– at times, more than they trusted each other.
But he didn't lose hope. He couldn't. He owed it to the dead to honor them, since he couldn't avenge them without risking once again spiraling down a path he would rather avoid. A rabbit hole he'd sworn to never fall into again. One he'd been oh so tempted to embrace back on Kashyyyk, with his skin burnt and his ribs broken, just a little over a week ago.
Villie had found him, rescued him, and now they were off to Bracca because of this gut feeling that pushed Quinlan forward. Just before he'd been shot down and left for dead by Master Luminara's troops, he'd sensed another. As the lights that were the lives of so many Jedi he'd shared a temple with practically his whole life had been snuffed out one by one, he'd focused on the one stationed in the Bracca system: Jaro Tapal. For a moment, they'd been in tune with each other, clinging onto each other with something akin to desperation, before Quinlan was rendered unconscious by his injuries and now, he believed that connection with Master Tapal to be this gut feeling that kept telling him there was a Jedi still alive on Bracca.
It'd taken them some time to get there due to the distance and the freshly stationed imperial ships that sought to find any leftover Jedi. But finally, they made it to the dumpster of a planet.
Quinlan wasn't sure where to start looking, but he had Villie stay on the Skorp-Ion, keep the engines on in case they had to get out fast.
He wouldn't leave until he found the one he was looking for. And he trusted the force to lead him there, reaching out to try and contact this other Jedi.






