Setting: Jedi Temple – Grand Assembly Hall | Holograms Across the Galaxy
Date: 24 BBY
The Grand Assembly Hall of the Jedi Temple was rarely used—reserved only for galaxy-shifting announcements, memorials, or moments of deep crisis.
And yet today, it was full.
Hundreds of Jedi—Knights, Padawans, even Masters—lined the chamber in silence. Holoprojections flickered along the walls, displaying faces of Jedi across the galaxy from outer rim outposts, diplomatic ships, and battlefields where peace was thinning.
At the center, standing upon the speaker's platform—Cain.
Behind him, Master Fay and Master Plo Koon stood silently, regal and composed.
To his sides: Anakin, Seris, Derran, Serra, and Barriss. His circle. His foundation.
The Council, seated in their high platform, whispered among themselves.
Mace Windu, frowning, leaned forward. "Padawan Cain. This assembly was not authorized by the Council. Explain yourself."
Cain did not look afraid. He did not flinch.
He stepped forward, breath steady.
"I don't need permission to speak the truth."
The room stilled.
Cain lifted his hand.
With a wave of his palm and a ripple in the Force, four holocrons hovered into view, floating in a perfect diamond pattern: Bastila Shan, Satele Shan, Nomi Sunrider, and Revan.
The crowd gasped. Even the Council's composure flickered.
He reached out with both hands—and the air rippled with Battle Meditation, not to direct combat, but to synchronize spirit, mind, and clarity across every mind present.
The holocrons glowed brighter—then activated.
Four Force ghosts materialized, their auras illuminating the chamber like a nova.
Bastila's voice echoed first. "You've forgotten the power of unity, and the strength that comes from allowing connection—not erasing it."
Satele's voice followed. "You've turned wisdom into rigidity. The Council cannot guide what it no longer understands."
Nomi stepped forward, warm and clear. "We built this Order on compassion, not disconnection. The Force flows through love, through bonds, not despite them."
Revan's eyes burned. "You have feared the Dark so much, you forgot how to stand in the light with strength. But there is one among you who remembers what was lost."
Then, all four spirits turned toward Cain, floating around him like guardians of legacy.
And they spoke in unison, their voices echoing with the full weight of the Force.
"This one is not chosen by prophecy, but by clarity. He does not crave power—he seeks truth. He does not break tradition out of pride—but to rebuild what you abandoned."
"Through him, and through those who walk beside him, the golden path of the Force shall rise again. A new age not of dominance, nor pacifism—but of balance."
"He will not destroy the Jedi. But he will save it. If you let him."
For a moment, silence.
Even Yoda's eyes were wide, ears still.
Obi-Wan blinked in disbelief, standing beside Anakin, who was now glowing faintly—white lightning barely flickering at his fingertips.
Mace Windu stood slowly. "This… is dangerous. No single Padawan should have this level of access—this kind of power—"
"Then why didn't you stop it?" Cain asked calmly.
The hall shifted. Mace fell silent.
Cain turned to the Jedi—young and old.
"You trained me to listen to the Force. To question when things felt wrong. To protect life. I've done all of that. And now, when I speak, you're afraid."
He walked forward slowly.
"I'm not asking to replace the Order. I'm asking to save it."
The holocrons slowly dimmed, but their spirits left one final sentence burning in every Jedi's heart:
"He is not your enemy. He is your mirror. And your future."
Cain turned to the Council.
"I will not force your hand. But I will continue. On Tython, a sanctuary is already growing. A place where Jedi, Mandalorians, those they love and those who are forgotten and even clones—anyone willing to listen—can learn balance. Learn to walk the Force as it was meant to be walked."
He looked over the crowd.
"Some of you already know the cracks are widening. Some of you feel it every time you're told to turn a blind eye. If you want to remember what it means to be a Jedi… come find me."
And with that, he stepped down from the platform.
Master Fay and Plo Koon followed without a word.
Anakin stood taller than he ever had before. Seris and Derran walked behind, backs straight, no longer students—but flames in the dark.
Many Jedi watched them go.
Some in fear.
But more in hope.
Codex Entry 017 – The Dawn
Today, I didn't ask permission.
I let the Force speak. And it did.
I saw doubt in the Council—but I also saw fire in the eyes of many Jedi. They're awakening.
Revan said I'm not chosen. Good. Because I choose this path.
We won't wait for the war to teach us what we already know. We will act. We will build.
And when the storm comes, we won't scatter.
We'll stand together.
And we will remember who we are.