Six Sentence Sunday
Jan. 16th, 2022 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ermingardenAmid the chaos of starting the new semester, here are six(ish) sentences from the same SWTOR fic I've posted bits of before:
...the forests of Sarkhai, where your apprentice bore your holocron after your death...
Master O'a's words echoed in Nadia's head as she sat on her bunk in the cramped transport carrying them to Ossus. Was this one of the possibilities he saw? she wondered. Did the Force show him the shadow of Zakuul? Or, for all his visions, was he as surprised as the rest of us?
She couldn't ask him. The eccentric old seer was one of the innumerable Jedi who had fallen out of contact in the chaos of the invasion and the Republic's fruitless efforts to repel it. Perhaps he was in hiding, unable to risk contacting Tython. Perhaps he had been captured and was held in some Zakuulan prison camp.
Most likely, he was dead.
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