Mical (The Disciple)

While others marched to war or knelt in meditation, I stayed in the archives, tracing the cracks in the Jedi’s memory. I watched Meetra Surik walk into exile and followed Revan’s shadow through the ruins of Malachor. I carry the past like a burden, etched in datafiles and whispered in cantinas. The Council may have turned its back on the wars, but I didn’t. I never will. If the Sith erase us, let them try—I’ve already written their end.