Cain stood beneath a newly unfurled banner: a stylized golden sunburst split by a saber and shield. The air was crisp with tension and hope. He took a long breath, his voice amplified through the Force and subtle technology alike.
"You've all heard of our victories. Of how we've saved lives,
He gestured to the gallery overhead, where Soleia and Solari stood in ceremonial white with Barriss.
"But we are not done."
A holomap appeared behind him, showing Kamino, Mandalore, and Tython in orbiting positions over a stylized sigil: "EGA" – Eternal Galactic Alliance.
"This new Alliance is not a mirror of the Republic. It is a rebirth. Built not on corporate greed or political theater, but on accountability and action."
He stepped forward, locking eyes with the crowd.
"We will build a military. We will train defenders. And we will protect the free people of this galaxy."
The crowd stirred—murmurs from senators, firm nods from Mandalorian commanders.
Cain raised his hand.
"But we will not build this army like the last one."
The holomap shifted, showing files, genetic strands, and hybrid profiles.
"We are building a new clone corps. But they will not be property. They will be people—made not from one man, but from many."
He motioned, and images of donors flashed across the projection:
A Mandalorian tactician from Clan Wren.
A former Jedi Guardian turned lightsaber instructor.
A Core World engineers with.
A Nightsister martial artist from Dathomir.
And even… Cain himself.
Cain let the revelation sit.
"Yes. I have contributed as a donor. Not for vanity, but for transparency. I will not ask of others what I'm not willing to do myself."
Seris, standing just behind him, watched him with quiet pride.
Cain continued.
"These new clones will be given names. Rights. Education. Freedom to choose after their service. They will be soldiers, yes—but also officers, engineers, scholars, pilots, and diplomats."
A Mandalorian cheered in the balcony. Another pounded their chest.
"Every sector who joins this alliance will contribute voluntary trainers, and every clone will undergo a joint military curriculum," Cain announced. "A standard of discipline that no galaxy has ever seen."
He raised his saber—the black-hued golden blade humming softly.
"But even that is not our most important step."
The projection shifted.
A new symbol bloomed across the holo—an eight-pointed star encircled in flame and flanked by twin gauntlets.
Cain spoke, his voice resonating with conviction.
"I now announce the formation of the Jedi Paladins."
A stir of whispers—some from Jedi, others from neutral Force factions.
"They will not be Jedi in name alone. They will be trained from both Force-sensitive and non-Force-sensitive candidates. Men and women who will endure the most grueling mental, physical, and spiritual trials in the known galaxy."
He paused.
"They will study the Force, yes—but more importantly, they will study ethics, justice, history, and leadership. These Paladins will be the vanguard of our cause. The shields in the dark. They will serve not as weapons… but as guides."
Cain turned to the crowd and raised both hands.
"This Order, once fractured, now reborn, shall not be called Jedi alone. We are no longer the guardians of a dying Senate—we are the rebirth of what comes next."
He stepped forward "We are the Jadaii of the Eternal Dawn."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"The name comes n from history. From before the dogma. From the original Tythonian guardians of balance. They walked in truth, and balance and we return to it."
Behind Cain, images of the Temple, the ancient Force wars, and the first lightsabers appeared.
"We walk in balance. In compassion. In power. Not to dominate, but to protect."
Anakin stepped beside Cain, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.
And Cain lifted his saber high.
"This is our era."
Then, his voice rose even more:
"And this is our Alliance."
The hologram of the EGA symbol rotated slowly.
"We are not the Republic. We are not separatists. We are not rebels. We are the Eternal Galactic Alliance."
Every being in the hall rose.
Cheers erupted. Voices cried out.
"Mandalore stands with the Eternal Dawn!"
"Felucia offers its forces!"
"Ryloth pledges healers and guides!"
A thrum moved through the Force itself—an awakening. Like the galaxy had taken its first real breath in decades.
Cain lowered his saber slowly, and Seris stepped to his side.
"This is only the beginning," she said. "We must be what others only dared dream to become."
Cain nodded. "We aren't perfect. But we are willing."