Location: Tython – Central Spire, Command Hall & Medical Wing
Date: 24 BBY
Tython breathed with stillness.
The Enclave Conclave—a historic assembly of Outer Rim senators, Mandalorian leaders, Nightsisters, Jedi, and newly aligned Force-sensitives—was set to begin within hours.
Cain, cloaked in his ceremonial robes of deep grey laced with gold, walked steadily across the polished marble bridge that arched from the meditation wing to the Command Hall of Unity. At his side was Seris, her white hair pulled into a long braid, ceremonial armor laid over robes that glowed faintly silver beneath the rising sun.
Seris nudged Cain as they entered the atrium. "You should be resting."
Cain smirked. "You should be less obvious about mothering me in front of Mandalorians."
"You're limping like a tired womp rat. Don't make me say it again."
Cain glanced back. "You're glowing."
Seris blinked. "Excuse me?"
"The Feel more calm more at peace. You've grown."
She smiled faintly. "You too. But right now, let's focus on making sure this summit doesn't devolve into someone getting their helmet ripped off."
Cain chuckled as the two crossed into the conclave staging floor where technicians prepped holoprojectors, diplomatic tables were arranged in interlocking tiers, and the banners of aligned worlds shimmered from stone pillars—Mandalore, Ryloth, Naboo, Alderaan, Felucia, Onderon, and more.
Meanwhile – Tython Medical Wing
Barriss Offee walked calmly between the beds in the healing hall, guiding Soleia and Solari, who were each wrapped in light tunics and surrounded by gentle warmth and regenerative salves.
Soleia reached toward a stream of water running down the etched stone walls. "I've never felt water without fear of being punished."
Barriss smiled, adjusting the medical scanner. "Here, water is life. And you deserve all of it."
Barriss guided them to sit beside her in the sunlit bay window that overlooked the lower training terraces. "You're Force-sensitive. Strong. But your healing will take time. Not just here—" she tapped her head, "—but here." She placed a hand over her heart.
Soleia whispered, "We want to help."
Solari added, "We want to be stronger."
Barriss looked at them both with quiet certainty.
"You will just be patient."
Elsewhere – The Southern Landing Platform
The engines of a Serennian diplomatic cruiser flared down, and out stepped Count Dooku—his cloak slightly more practical than regal, his presence unmistakable. Behind him, in a deep hood, walked Asajj Ventress, her posture alert, her eyes sharp beneath shadow.
Cain and Seris met them at the threshold.
"Master Dooku," Cain greeted with a slight bow. "I appreciate your timing."
Dooku returned the gesture. "It was time I came in person. Serenno stands ready—our houses have convened and voted. They will support your Order. And more importantly, they support the new Outer Rim Concord."
Cain raised an eyebrow. "Unanimously?"
"Enough to matter," Dooku said. "The dissenters are silent. And more than a few have asked for Jedi liaisons to begin educational and diplomatic oversight."
Seris crossed her arms. "That's bold."
Dooku smirked. "Serenno has no love for the Republic's bureaucracy. But a new path—led by vision, not chains? That appeals to them."
Cain nodded. "Good. The Order won't just be protectors. It will be scholars. Builders. We need planets willing to pilot those values."
Dooku motioned to the shadow beside him. "There's one more piece I must place."
Asajj stepped forward.
Seris narrowed her gaze. "Is she…?"
Cain raised a hand. "Let her speak."
Asajj pulled down her hood.
"I've asked to speak to Mother Talzin," she said. "If I'm to move forward—fully—then I want confront the chains I once called home."
Cain met her eyes and saw not the killer Dathomiri assassin—but a woman shaped by pain now searching for something else.
"We'll arrange it," Cain said. "And if you want to remain here after… there's a place for you."
Asajj bowed slightly. "Thank you… Knight Cain."
Later – Command Hall of Unity
The atrium was now alive with sound. Delegates took their seats. Jedi stood alongside Mandalorians. Droids moved through the aisles with refreshments and data-screens. The holoprojectors cast a shimmering web overhead, showing the map of the Outer Rim Concord—the proposed structure of the new alliance.
Cain stood at the head dais with Anakin, Seris, Barriss, and Dooku at his sides. The room quieted.
He stepped forward.
"This is not about speeches or power plays. This is the moment we ask ourselves—what does the galaxy look like when we choose to unite and be better instead of selfish and greedy?"
He gestured to the holomap.
"War will coming stopping slavery will be a declaration of war against majority of the outer rim ."
His voice sharpened.
This alliance—our alliance—will act. We will free those enslaved. We will protect systems abandoned by bureaucracy. And we will not do it alone."
He turned to the assembled Jedi.
"The Jedi Order has forgotten many things. But we have not forgotten our purpose. To stand between darkness and life. Not as monks. Not as soldiers. But as guardians of the force protecting the balance while guiding others to do the same force sensitive or not."
He stepped back.
"No longer servants of politicians. No longer puppets of doctrine. We are Jedi because we choose to be."
Silence.
Then cheers. Applause. Mandalorians pounded armor. Senators exchanged glances of hope.
And in the high mezzanine, Soleia and Solari watched, hands clasped together, glowing eyes wide with wonder.
Codex Entry 044 – Concord Rising
> You cannot force peace.
You must build it. Slowly. Patiently. Together.
Let this be our first stone. Not our last.