Eternal War: Shadows of The Forgotten

Following the fallout of Order 66.

She was trained to be a guardian of peace. Now, she is the embodiment of vengeance.

Fueled by loss and searing rage, she abandons the Jedi Code. The dark side calls to her - its power intoxicating, it's promises irresistible.

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Her sabers dropped to her sides, still ignited, casting ghostly blue and green light across the ruins. Their glow painted her hands in holy fire-and crimson filth. Her eyes-once vibrant with focus and hope-were wide, unfocused. Her skin burned where blaster fire had scorched her, but she felt nothing. Not the pain. Not the blood on her hands.
The hum of the sabers faded as she powered them down. Dust swirled gently in the air like falling ash, settling on bloodied white armor and scorched robes. The last hum of her lightsabers faded into stillness, but her ears rang with phantom screams.
Silence returned to the temple. A silence so deep it threatened to swallow her whole.
Not the silence of peace-but of something lost. Irretrievable.

They'd meditated while the Republic crumbled.
They'd preached balance while clones-their own soldiers-were being twisted into executioners.
She ground her teeth together, her face twitching with fury.
"The Jedi told us to trust the Republic," she spat into the silence. "They told us the clones were loyal. That we were guardians of peace."
She gestured to the corpses. "Does this look like peace?"
She paced now, her movements sharp and erratic. "They told us emotions were dangerous. That fear, anger, love-any attachment-would lead to ruin. They said attachment was forbidden." Her voice cracked. "But what is loyalty if not attachment? What is trust? Brotherhood? What were we fighting for if not for each other?!"

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Will she fall and become completely consumed by the dark?
Or will she find her way back to the light?