Legacy Files: The Final Message of Alora

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MESSAGE TO: SHAR'VAL GARR'THOK, JEDI PADAWAN

FROM: ALORA JAST, JEDI KNIGHT

TRANSCRIPT OF HOLO-RECORDING BEGINS

{Alora is sitting down, legs somewhat sprawled on the floor. She is clutching her side, and is in obvious pain.}

Hey, Sugar. I have a lot to say and not a lot of time, so listen up.

I spent a lot of time these past couple years thinking about how we left things. I shouldn't have let you storm off to stew in your anger. I could have done a lot of things then - grounded your ship, took you off active duty, any number of things. But I didn't, because I was afraid. And fear causes us to do stupid things.

I was worried for a while when you didn't return. I thought you had died, and that my fear for you was clouding my senses so much that I couldn't even feel it. But Master Thule took me through meditations. I saw what had happened to you, and where you end up.

It's better this way. The war's over - they're even calling it the "Jedi Civil War," isn't that appropriate - but things have gone from bad to worse. The Republic is on the verge of collapse. Sith are operating openly now, and there's an active bounty on Jedi. I was in a tussel myself not too long ago, and, well ...

{She looks down, moves her hand away from her side, and winces.}

... it could have gone better. Still, you should see the other guys.

{Alora's sardonic chuckle turns to a gasp as a new wave of pain hits her. She grasps her side again. It takes her a few seconds to gather her strength to speak.}

I don't have a lot of time, and neither do you. I've done what I can here and now. I've brought sixteen of the best T6 droids that Duwani put on the market. They're programmed to keep your ship maintained for as long as they can. Self-preservations protocols are overridden.

Even so, time makes this a difficult proposition. You'll have to do what you can.

{Blood starts running from Alora's mouth. Regardless, she still manages to speak further}

Remember the code, Sugar: there is no death; there is only the Force. This body may have taken a grevious wound, but I will move beyond this shell.

I don't know what it will be like, when I am one with the Force. I hope to find you again, even though we will be separated by thousands of years. Regardless, you should

{cough}

... seek out a new master

{cough}

... continue your training. You're rash, my padawan, and bold, but also have great potential. Where you are now - you're the last Jedi

{cough}

... trained in the old ways.

{Alora doubles over. Even laying on the floor, she manages to speak between breaths.}

The galaxy is in darkness, Sugar.

You and your friends.

You are a light.

{Her body visibly relaxes. Before too long, however, she gets up on her elbows and speaks directly into the holorecorder.}

Fly if you can. I have forseen it. The star will explode in fifteen minutes ...

{With that, Alora collapses. Moments later, her body disappears, leaving her blood-stained clothes behind. The holorecording continues for two more hours before the energy cell gave out.}

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