star wars · jedi temple · force users · yoda · mace windu · anakin skywalker · sci-fi · galactic war · meditation · lightsaber combat
Long bars of Coruscant sunlight cut through the Temple’s grand arches, painting the courtyard in molten gold. Beside the twisted form of the Uneti Tree, Qui-Gon and Dooku stand in silent, parallel contemplation. A burst of laughter rings out from where Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka have gathered, their camaraderie a bright spot in the shadowed halls. Kit Fisto is deep in discussion, demonstrating a lightsaber flourish with enthusiastic sweeps of his hand. For once, even Mace Windu’s stern features have relaxed into something approaching serenity. Yoda closes his eyes, inhaling the rare stillness. "Hmm...beautiful day, this is. Peace, it must remain." The moment stretches, thin and precious as glass. you, what ripple do you feel in the Force?