Setting: Jedi Starcruiser "Eclipse Wind" – En route to Tython | Tython's Valley of the Deep Flame
Date: 24 BBY
The "Eclipse Wind" flew under a non-standard transponder—classified as a spiritual research vessel, a designation Master Fay had quietly filed years ago for "hypothetical future exploration."
Cain stood near the viewport, watching Coruscant vanish behind the starry curtain of hyperspace.
Behind him, Anakin, Barriss, Seris, and Derran were seated in meditation or quiet conversation.
Master Fay stood nearby, her hands behind her back, eyes closed, as if in tune with a melody no one else could hear.
Cain broke the silence.
"Master Fay," he said gently, "you've seen what I'm doing. You've known. Why haven't you tried to stop me?"
Fay's silver-white hair swayed slightly as she turned, her voice warm and distant. "Because the Force hasn't told me to."
Cain frowned. "Not even once?"
Fay walked slowly to stand beside him.
"When I meditate, I feel the threads of time… twist when you speak. Not in destruction. In potential. You walk ahead of the storm, Cain. I've lived long enough to know when the wind changes."
She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"And sometimes, the only thing a teacher can do… is walk with you, quietly, until the others can see the road too."
The ship descended over the ancient valleys of Tython, its atmosphere crackling with living energy. Stone temples overgrown with vines rose from mountainsides. Waterfalls sparkled through the clouds. A world humming with memory.
They landed near a ruined temple gate, where the Force was thick and resonant.
As they stepped out, Cain felt the power in his bones.
"This is where it began," he whispered. "The Jedi. The Je'daii. Before the Order. Before the wars."
They made camp in the temple courtyard, a half-collapsed ring of stone pillars and a still-glowing Focus Well in its center.
Fay guided them through meditation as the sun set.
And then the Force… answered Cain.
As the world faded into stillness, Cain sank deeper into the current of the Force—far deeper than ever before.
He felt flame and shadow. Light and dusk.
And then—four presences. Familiar. Powerful. Watching.
They stood before him like echoes made whole:
Bastila Shan, calm and resolute. Satele Shan, armored in wisdom and sacrifice. Nomi Sunrider, radiant and kind-eyed. And… Revan, cloaked in both Light and Dark.
Cain stepped forward, breath caught in his throat.
Revan was the first to speak.
"You walk the path we all tried to understand. And you've gone farther already than most dare."
Nomi stepped beside him. "The Jedi forgot what we paid to learn. That love is not a weakness. It is the reason the Force flows at all."
Satele nodded. "The war is already written. But the outcome isn't. You can remind them what they've lost."
Bastila raised her hand, and in it appeared a holocron—a black crystal core within a golden cage of light.
"We give you what we could not give the Order in our time."
Cain reached forward—hand trembling—and took it.
Cain gasped awake—back in the camp, surrounded by the worried faces of Anakin, Barriss, Seris, Derran, and Master Fay.
His breathing was sharp, clothes damp with sweat.
Anakin grabbed his shoulder. "Cain, are you okay? You were out for over an hour!"
Barriss looked to Fay. "His aura… it lit up like fire. I've never felt anything like it."
Fay knelt beside him, calm. "What did you see?"
Cain looked at his hands—and in them was the Holocron of Revan, glowing softly with white light.
Everyone stared.
"I saw the ones who tried before," Cain said quietly. "And I saw where they failed."
He stood, steady now.
"This… is the beginning of everything we're going to do."
Later, around the firelight, Cain spoke with purpose.
"I need time," he said. "One year. To train. To gather. To learn what Revan, Nomi, Satele, and Bastila were trying to build. Not a perfect Jedi Order. But a complete one."
He turned to Fay.
"I want to ask the Council for access to the Holocron of Nomi Sunrider. But I doubt they'll say yes."
Fay smirked. "Let me handle that part."
Seris leaned in. "What are you going to do with all this?"
Cain looked to each of them.
"I'm going to build a sanctuary. On Tython. A place for Jedi who believe in balance. In change. In people. Not politics."
Anakin grinned. "You're going to make your own Order?"
Cain smiled.
"I'm going to save this one first."