New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
The Jedi Temple burned.
Smoke rose into the air, lit by the fire underneath-- and no fire response vehicles hovering in the air fighting it. All the HoloNet reporters had to say was that clones had marched on the Temple thanks to a rebellion. He’d muted them after hearing that. The Jedi would not have turned on the Republic.
Maglor sank into his chair in front of the holoprojector, fist pressed against his mouth. He’d lived there for over two decades, long enough that everyone on Arda considered him Jedi rather than Singer… long enough even the Jedi did, despite never officially changing his title in their records.
The Force screamed continuously, flashes of Jedi fighting and dying playing in his mind’s eye, crowding each other to the point he could barely tell one from the next.
Would the clones come for him? Or would his label as Singer protect him? Would it protect his family? Were the clones only targeting the Jedi? Why had the clones turned on their generals? And was this why the Force had counseled patience for the Fëanorians when they’d wanted to fight in the war?
Yes, the Force whispered amidst the grief and pain.