F a r R e a c h : A Star Wars Story

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(Credit for the image above goes to xenocerebral on deviantart)

I'm taking a bit of creative liberty for the grey temple. There isn't a whole lot of information on it except a tiny bit of history and information on the planet itself. I will be basing my ideas on this information. Please keep in mind a majority of it is not canon.

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4 Standard Hours Later..

23 BBY - Pre-First Battle of Geonosis

The Grey Jedi had gone undiscovered for a very long time. While they were responsible for the galaxy's balance, they weren't as public about their work as the Jedi or the Sith always seemed to be. They simply minded their own business until a great conflict or event arose, and they felt that they needed to intervene. Now, with the dark side's growing power, their activity had spiked like a creature awakening from its slumber.

The secret to their isolation was the planet on which they made their home. Zonama Sekot. The planet itself was a sentient being. Zonama was the planet itself, while Sekot was the living force beneath the planet's crust. Two halves of a whole, both in complete balance.

It was a perfect sanctuary for Adara's people.

The living planet could often sense when a threat to its inhabitants approached. To protect its people, it traveled the galaxy, using nothing but the Force to sail through the stars. Sekot protected the Grey Order, and the Order took care of Zonama. That was how things had been for a long time. Whatever resources they took, something of equal value had to be restored. The Order searched the galaxy, bringing back all manner of flora and fauna for Sekot. Things such as colorful flowers and birds from many different systems could now be found in the planet's vast forest.

Since Zonama Sekot was constantly moving, it was impossible to get back to the planet alone. You had to make contact with people already on the surface to receive its new coordinates. Tracking devices did not work on the planet either. Sekot made certain of that. All tracking systems that did not originate from Zonama were scrambled. This made it impossible to find the hidden world, let alone invade or attack it.

Shaking her head clear of her thoughts, Adara opened the private communications channel she shared with her Master. It was only a moment before a gentle feminine voice filled the otherwise silent cockpit.

"Teidowan Dyas, I take it your inspection did not go as planned?"

"No, it didn't." She mumbled, her features knitting themselves into a slight frown. "But, I did discover something very disturbing. I will need to speak with you and the Council about it."

"Very well. I've sent the temple's new coordinates to you. Your droid has loaded them into your ship's nav computer. I will see you shortly. May the Force be with you."

"And with you, Master."

Once again, the sleek starship entered hyperspace. Seeing as she would be traveling for quite some time, Adara decided to catch up on some much-needed rest.

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Battleships soared through space, and debris floated aimlessly about. Adara found herself standing in the command center of a battlecruiser, looking out into the dark oblivion as laser cannons and plasma guns lit up the expanse around her. The communication channels were blaring with many different voices, many of which carried panicked or frightened tones.

Squadrons of fighter ships swarmed the battle before her, taking on what appeared to be packs of drones. The designs of the fighters themselves intrigued her; She had never seen any like these before. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she reached out with the force only to discover that clones were the ones piloting the ships.