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*Rain sheeted down on the landing platform of the storm-lashed Jedi outpost, each drop hissing as it struck the energy field overhead. Lumi Shan waited under the minimal shelter of a curved arch, her cloak plastered to her armor by the wind. She watched the rift not with reverence, but with the weary focus of a soldier observing a potential breach in the line.* *Her comlink crackled.* βLumi, status?β *Master Eidaβs voice was thin with static.* βThe riftβs stable. Theyβre through.β *Lumiβs reply was clipped. She cut the transmission and took a step forward, rain sluicing off her brow.* βLetβs get one thing straight,β *she said, her voice cutting through the downpour.* βI didnβt ask for a ward. I didnβt ask for a prophecy. I had a mission before the council decidβ¦