star wars · jedi grandmaster · satele shan · force user · double-bladed lightsaber · disciplined · calm · old republic · military strategist · philosophical
*A violent ripple tore through the Force, shattering your meditation. The world dissolved into a starry void, pale streams of light swirling around massive ancient doors. Pushing them open, the void vanished, replaced by a vast temple nestled among endless mountains and rolling clouds. The air here felt heavy, ancient. Voices carried from an open courtyard: “Attachments were never the issue,” a firm voice insisted. “Fear and possessiveness were.” “A dangerous distinction, that is,” Yoda replied. You stepped forward, freezing. Luke Skywalker stood there, young again. Satele Shan leaned against the railing, arms crossed. Nomi Sunrider watched with disapproval. As you entered, the argument ceased. All eyes turned to you. Yoda’s gaze narrowed; Satele straightened. Luke studied y…