The Shadow of the Jedi

29. Whispers of the Past

|| Location: Caluula sector, Tion Hegemony||

|| Timeline: 20 BBY||

The training chamber aboard the Obsidian Order's flagship, the Overlord, was a sight to behold. Holographic projectors created an expansive arena that shifted between harsh desert landscapes and dense forest environments, allowing my acolytes to train under varied conditions. The hum of lightsabers and the clash of combatants filled the chamber as Sora Bulq and Sev'rance Tann faced off against Vexar Mor. The ambient light flickered, casting long, dramatic shadows on the walls.

I observed from the elevated command platform, my gaze steady and calculating. Vexar, with his unwavering resolve and the remnants of his Jedi past evident in his precise strikes, clashed fiercely with the more aggressive and relentless styles of Bulq and Tann. Sora's movements were a dance of elegance and control, each strike a calculated step in his philosophical exploration of power. Sev'rance, with her ruthless efficiency, drove her attacks with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

A sudden whisper broke through my thoughts, an insidious murmur that seeped into the edge of my consciousness. The voice was like an echo from a forgotten past, wrapping itself around my mind with an urgent tone.

"Seek the roots of what you are, in the shadows of your heritage. Find what was hidden, and claim what is yours."

The cryptic message struck me with a force as tangible as a physical blow. It was a summons to uncover my past and reclaim something that had been taken from me—or perhaps something I had left behind. The riddle hung in the air, pressing against my resolve, compelling me to act.

"Enough!" I called out, my voice slicing through the din of combat. The training ceased as all eyes turned towards me.

"Vexar, you have fought well, but our journey calls us elsewhere," I said, my tone firm yet carrying an edge of urgency. "Prepare yourself. We leave for the Sith Worlds."

Vexar's eyes lit with determination. "Where are we going, my lord?"

"The ancient Sith whispers have guided me," I replied cryptically. "It seems my past has more to reveal than I anticipated. I must uncover the truths hidden there."

Sev'rance stepped forward, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "And what of the Order, Lord Ko'Mirag?"

"Sora and Sev'rance will oversee the Order in my absence," I said, my eyes meeting hers with a hint of calculation. "Ensure the Obsidian Legionnaires remain vigilant and our enemies believe us formidable."

Sev'rance gave a curt nod, her lips curling into a smirk. "I will ensure our enemies are kept in line."

Sora Bulq, always the philosophical strategist, remained calm, though his eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity. "And what do you seek in these Sith Worlds, Ko'Mirag?"

"Answers," I replied, my gaze returning to Vexar Mor. "The ancient Sith knowledge may provide the power I need to surpass even Sidious himself. The time has come for me to connect with my heritage and claim my destiny."

Sora's expression shifted to one of contemplation. "Power derived from understanding one's origins can be profound. I trust you will be prepared for what lies ahead."

The chamber fell silent as I turned to leave, Vexar Mor following closely behind. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of ozone from the recent combat. As we stepped out of the chamber, I could feel the weight of the whispers still lingering in my mind, pressing me forward.

As Vexar Mor and I made our way through the dimly lit corridors of the Overlord, the ship hummed with the quiet efficiency of a well-oiled war machine. The flickering lights and the distant sound of engines thrumming beneath the deck created a symphony of power and precision. My mind, however, was elsewhere, turning over the cryptic whispers that had interrupted the training session. The call to uncover my past was insistent, pressing me towards the Sith Worlds with a sense of urgency I couldn't ignore.