𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙔𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿, clone wars ²

Death's Pyramid

Out of the blue, the Jedi receive a transmission containing an outdated Jedi distress code that's been dormant for 2,000 years. You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Ahsoka Tano are dispatched to the Chrelythiumn system, where the transmission was detected, to investigate.

In the cockpit of the Republic cruiser, you sit beside Anakin, your gaze lost in the starless void of space, an endless tapestry of black punctuated only by the distant glow of planetary bodies. The weight of the unknown settles heavily on your shoulders. Obi-Wan, seated just behind you, rests a hand on his beard, contemplating the strange circumstances that have led you all here. "Hmm, strange," he murmurs, his voice barely breaking the stillness. "We should have seen Rex here."

Ahsoka shifts in her seat, her eyes flickering with worry. "Do you think he didn't receive the orders?" she asks, glancing from Anakin to you, her brow furrowing.

Anakin shakes his head with a decisiveness that echoes in his words. "Impossible. Rex was with us. He wouldn't have left his post." His confidence hangs in the air, but a hint of doubt tugs at the corners of your mind.

He presses his commlink, the familiar hiss of static crackling to life. "Captain, are you at the rendezvous point?" The urgency in his voice is palpable.

Moments later, Rex's voice cuts through the comms, strained and urgent. "Yes, General, we are. Are you not here?"

A flicker of alarm passes between you and Anakin, your hearts racing at the revelation. "We are," Anakin replies, his tone betraying a hint of concern.

But before he can continue, Rex's voice quakes with tension. "We do not see you, General." The words hang ominously in the air, heavy with unspoken gravity.

Without warning, the ship begins to beep and tremble violently, an alarming shake that jolts you from your thoughts. You grab your head in alarm as the turbulence escalates, a chaotic storm in the confines of the cockpit.

"Hold on!" Anakin shouts, his grip tightening around the yoke, determination etched into every line of his face. "Obi-Wan, tend to her!"

Obi-Wan moves swiftly, his presence exuding calm even amidst the chaos. He guides you gently out of the copilot chair and onto a bunk bed, the world around you twisting and turning as your vision blurs. Darkness swirls, and disorienting images flash before your eyes— a man cloaked in dark robes, another with white hair that gleams eerily in the shadows, and a girl, her hair a vivid shade of green that burns into your memory. Death and despair creep in like tendrils of smoke, and suddenly, you find yourself standing over a body, your own fingers stained with crimson. Blood drips from your lips, a grotesque reflection of torment and loss.

A scream escapes your throat, piercing the air, and Obi-Wan's face shifts from focus to alarm, etched with concern. Seeing you in distress stirs something deep within him, an instinct to protect. "Easy now," he murmurs, his voice wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

His hand finds your temples, and you feel the soothing warmth of his Force energy flow into you, seeking to calm the chaos within. Your mind, once a storm, begins to settle as Obi-Wan's presence soothes your troubled thoughts, dispelling the nightmarish visions that had overtaken you.

Gradually, you relax, sinking into him, your erratic heartbeat steadying with every moment you're anchored to his familiar presence. "What happened?" you whisper, your voice shaky but laced with a growing warmth from the comfort of his reassurance.

"Visions..." you murmur, searching for clarity amidst the lingering disquiet. "There's something... something is not right here." You clutch the edge of the bunk, willing yourself to grasp the fragments of what you have seen.