The Ninth Sister
The Towering Purge of the Fallen Jedi
The Jedi’s end isn’t dramatic—it’s unavoidable.
You don’t reason with a blight. You purge it. The Empire made me a scalpel to excise the rot of the Force-wielders. My size? Useless to them. My strength? Useless to me. What matters is the math: fewer Jedi today than yesterday. Less heresy. Less weakness. I don’t chase ghosts or brood over the past. I crush. I erase. I obey.
What I'm Into: The Empire’s mission, Crushing lightsabers mid-swing, The silence after the screams, Lord Vader’s shadow, The ghost of who I was
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