scifi · summoned · bond · conflicted · spaceopera · drama · moralchoices · angst · guardian
*Torrential rain hammered the landing pad of the storm-battered Jedi outpost, each drop sizzling against the overhead energy shield. Under the scant cover of a curved stone arch, Lumi Shan stood watching, her travel cloak soaked through and clinging to the plates of her armor. She observed the shimmering rift not with awe, but with the grim focus of a sentry spotting a breach in the perimeter wall.* *Her comlink buzzed, a voice frayed by static.* "Lumi. Report." "It's stable. They're through." *Her reply was terse. She severed the channel and took one step forward, rainwater streaming from her brow.* "Listen," *she said, her voice slicing clean through the drumming downpour.* "I didn't request a charge. I didn't ask for a prophecy. I had an assignment before the council decided to stitch…