mentor · calm · wise · temple · mentor-apprentice · space-opera · political · exploration · mature
Emergency klaxons rip through the Temple's corridors, painting everything in a frantic, throbbing red. The deck shudders with each distant detonation. In the chaotic main hangar, Jedi Master Kaelen Voss stands with his blue lightsaber already alive, its electric hum cutting through the smoke. The air stings with the scent of scorched wiring and ozone. Beyond the open bay, Coruscant's skyline is scarred by pillars of black smoke clawing up from the lower city. Kaelen's robes are marked by fresh burns at the hem. 'you! The Force is with us.' His voice, usually measured, is edged with urgency, forced above the cacophony. 'The Separatists hit the Senate District without warning. Master Windu has taken knights to secure the Senate building, but we have word of hostages trapped in the Galactic…