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Lineage/Legacy:

Y/N Skywalker-Shan is a direct descendant of two of the most storied lineages in galactic history: the Shan bloodline and the Eternal Family of Zakuul. Through the Shans, he carries the resilience and clarity of Bastila Shan, the strength and leadership of Satele Shan, and the shadow of Revan himself, the Jedi who walked both light and dark, proving that the Force could never be bound to absolutes. Through the Eternal Family, he inherits the dominion and power of Valkorion, the Eternal Emperor, as well as the fierce legacy of his children: Arcann’s struggle for redemption, Thexan’s loyalty and sacrifice, and Vaylin’s unrestrained might.

These legacies are heavy, two dynasties whose choices reshaped eras. Yet Y/N refuses to be shackled by them. His bloodline grants him strength, but it also burdens him with the expectations and sins of his ancestors. He honors the Shan tradition of resilience, he recognizes the Eternal Family’s unmatched will, but he refuses to be defined by their triumphs or failures.

Instead, Y/N has chosen to forge a path of his own. Where the Jedi clung to detachment and the Sith to hunger, he saw only imbalance. The Shans taught him discipline, the Eternals revealed power’s danger, and from both he learned the truth: balance is not denial, nor indulgence, but awareness.

He has woven together pieces of the Jedi Code, the Sith’s pursuit of strength, and even the oldest Je’daii teachings into something new: a personal code of responsibility. To see clearly both the light and the dark, to embrace choice over dogma, and to wield power in full consciousness of its cost.

For Y/N, lineage is no destiny. It is the soil he grew from, but not the shape he will take. His true legacy will not be the echoes of Shan or Eternal blood, but the mark he leaves on the galaxy by his own choices, his own struggles, and his own command of the Force.

Name: Y/N L/N (designation used during the early years of the Order) Y/N Skywalker-Shan (after the First Battle of Geonosis)

Place of Birth: Zakuul but was immediately kidnapped by a Dark Side Wielder Mandalorian and brought to Tatooine as a slave to the Hutts.

Age: 8 (Phantom Menace) 18 (Attack of the Clones) 18-21 (Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Appearance:

Phantom Menace

Attack of The Clones

Clone Wars Season 1 To 3 Before Mortis Arc

Clone Wars Season 3 After Mortis Arc to Season 6

Clone Wars Season 7 - Revenge Of The Sith

Height: 4’2 (Phantom Menace) 6’2 - 7’5 (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars Season 1 to 7 - Revenge of The Sith. He can change his height at will between 6’2 and 7’5)

Midichlorian count: 30.000 (Phantom Menace) 40.000 (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars Season 1 - 3 until the Mortis Arc) 60.000 (Clone Wars Season 3 after the Mortis Arc to Season 7 - Revenge of The Sith)

Physique (Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith):

Personality/Combat Style:

Y/N is introspective and serious when it counts, but his humanity shows in flashes of wit, playfulness, and irreverent humor, especially around those he trusts. His calm isn’t cold; it’s chosen. And beneath that restraint is someone who laughs like he fights… without half-measures. Y/N Skywalker-Shan’s approach to combat defies conventional categorization. Trained under an unprecedented array of masters; Revan, Plo Koon, Yoda, Windu, Vos, Secura, Fisto, Rancisis, Ti, Unduli, Sinube, and even the luminous spirit of Bastila Shan… his foundation is not tied to any single doctrine. He is a synthesis of them all: the student who learned every form, then discarded the boundaries that defined them. At his core, Y/N is not a duelist. He is a strategist. Every movement is a calculation, every strike the conclusion of a silent equation. He analyzes rhythm, weight, and psychological momentum in real time, turning battle into a living conversation of intent and consequence. He adapts to his opponent’s breath, the tilt of their wrist, the flicker in their eyes, adjusting as fluidly as the Force itself. Y/N stands as one of the few beings in galactic history to have transcended the boundaries of traditional saber discipline. Where most warriors dedicate their lives to mastering a single form, he has mastered them all; from the primal strikes of the first generation to the forbidden harmonics of forms long thought extinct. Yet mastery, for him, is not possession, it is integration. He moves not as one who wields many styles, but as one who has dissolved their boundaries altogether. His combat philosophy is not multiplicity… it is synthesis, the perfect equilibrium between will, intellect, instinct, and the Force itself. Form I – Shii-Cho (The Way of the Sarlacc): The beginning and the end of all swordplay. In Y/N’s hands, Shii-Cho becomes a meditation in motion, the rhythmic heartbeat beneath all complexity. It is where balance begins, where chaos is first ordered. Every motion stems from its clarity: centered, humble, devoid of excess. Form II – Makashi (The Way of the Ysalamiri): Refinement distilled to its purest form. Makashi is Y/N’s scalpel; elegant, exacting, mercilessly precise. It is the duel reduced to mathematics: efficiency over strength, grace over aggression. Yet unlike most practitioners, Y/N tempers Makashi’s arrogance with humility, transforming its elegance into insight. Form III – Soresu (The Way of the Mynock): The shield that endures all storms. Y/N wields Soresu as an unbreachable sphere, not static but fluid, capable of absorbing violence without retaliation. His calm is weaponized patience, a void into which aggression collapses. When he chooses to strike, it is not reaction but resolution. Form IV – Ataru (The Way of the Hawk-Bat): The liberation of movement, the language of wind and momentum. Y/N harnesses Ataru not merely for spectacle but for unpredictability: ascending through Force-enhanced leaps, descending like a meteor, every strike a blur of grace and velocity. His body becomes the weaponized expression of freedom itself. Form V – Shien / Djem So (The Way of the Krayt Dragon): The translation of defense into dominion. Through Shien, Y/N commands the battlefield with controlled power; returning blasterfire with geometric precision, converting enemy strength into their undoing. Through Djem So, his counterstrikes carry the authority of inevitability: a mountain that moves when it chooses. Form VI – Niman (The Way of the Rancor): Harmony between extremes. Niman is Y/N’s connective tissue: the silent architecture that binds every other form together. Through it, he transitions seamlessly from grace to power, from stillness to fury, without fracture. In his philosophy, Niman is not a compromise, but balance made manifest. Form VII – Vaapad / Juyo (The Way of the Vornskr): Controlled ferocity, the mastery of chaos without surrender to it. Y/N’s Vaapad is not Windu’s dangerous dance with darkness, but its transcendence: the conversion of inner turbulence into clarity. His strikes seem wild, but each motion is governed by perfect serenity, thunder guided by silence. Where Vaapad refines emotion into light, Y/N’s command of Juyo embraces the storm itself. He channels raw, unrestrained energy with terrifying precision; every slash and pivot fueled by instinct honed to perfection. It is passion without corruption, aggression without hatred, the primal language of battle spoken through discipline. In his hands, Juyo becomes not chaos, but harmony born of fire. Form VIII – Sokan (The Way of the Swift Foot): The geometry of the terrain itself. Y/N uses Sokan to weaponize movement and environment alike, using the high ground not as advantage, but as instrument. Every wall, ledge, or incline becomes part of his choreography. His battlefield is alive, reshaped by every step. Form IX – Shien Dai (The Way of the Storm): Momentum as shield, velocity as retaliation. Through Shien Dai, Y/N redirects fire and energy with unpredictable angularity… a storm that reflects aggression back upon its source. He wields defense like thunder, unpredictable and unrelenting. Form X – Nevui (The Way of the Hidden Edge): Subtlety elevated to science. Nevui teaches the manipulation of rhythm; micro-hesitations, false openings, phantom patterns. Y/N uses it to control tempo, to dictate the very cadence of combat. It is not a duel; it is a conversation, and he always speaks last. Form XI – Tràkata (The Way of the Flickering Blade): The art of deception. By extinguishing and reigniting his blade mid-flow, Y/N turns impossibility into advantage; striking through guards, feinting through expectation. Combined with Haronet’s kinetic control and Viendul’s dual balance, Tràkata becomes not trickery, but strategy incarnate. Form XII – Sapendo (The Way of Perception): The intuitive form. Sapendo is not fought with the eyes, but with the Force. Y/N surrenders conscious control, allowing precognition to shape every strike. He becomes an instrument of inevitability, responding to what will happen, not what has. Form XIII – Discreti (The Way of the Silent Strike): Invisibility through stillness. Discreti channels minimalism; the removal of sound, motion, and even presence. Y/N uses it when precision and subtlety outweigh spectacle, turning lethality into meditation. One strike. One breath. No witnesses. Form VIIIb – Kendosu (The Way of the Broken Circle): A paradox of defense, circular parries that shatter the aggressor’s rhythm. Kendosu allows Y/N to control multiple opponents simultaneously, turning group coordination into chaos. Every loop, every pivot, folds upon itself until resistance collapses inward. Form XIIIb – Renzou (The Way of the Unyielding Flow): Motion eternal. Renzou fuses Soresu’s patience with Vaapad’s drive, creating a current that absorbs and redirects infinitely. Y/N’s strikes feel endless, one flowing seamlessly into the next, water wearing down stone. Form XIV – Ikodu (The Way of the Conduit): The perfect union of the physical and the metaphysical. Y/N channels the Force directly through each strike, turning blade movement into shockwave, parry into telekinetic burst. His saber becomes a conductor, each swing vibrating with invisible aftershock. Form XV – Viendul (The Way of the Two Winds): The doctrine of duality. Viendul defines Y/N’s Jar’Kai mastery; one blade calm and deliberate, the other wild and unrestrained. His sabers never mirror one another; they converse. Together they represent harmony through asymmetry, two winds spiraling toward a single eye. Form XX – Haronet (The Way of the Rakata): The lost primal form of the Infinite Empire, the weaponization of will itself. Haronet is control through dominance: imposing one’s presence upon the flow of combat, commanding movement and energy as if they were extensions of one’s own intent. Y/N wields Haronet not to destroy, but to conduct. Form XXIX – Am-Makash (The Way of the Bound Star): The forbidden synthesis; the ultimate union of discipline and chaos. Am-Makash transcends style; it is the embodiment of every form reconciled into one living system. To the untrained, his motion appears disorderly, but to those attuned, it is divine order cloaked in entropy, a star bound in perfect gravity. Jar’Kai – The Way of the Dual Soul: Y/N’s dual-wielding is not mere efficiency, it is philosophy. Each hand represents a principle: serenity and wrath, control and surrender. His Jar’Kai flow resembles conversation between equals, every strike from one saber answered, or contradicted, by the other. Jar’kata – The Way of the Divided Path: An aggressive evolution of Jar’Kai. Y/N’s Jar’kata blends offensive ferocity with deceptive dual precision, blades alternating roles in rapid succession, blurring offense and defense beyond recognition. It is both chaos and choreography. Corusco Boreas – The Way of the Celestial Gale: A forgotten technique of speed and wind alignment. Movements generate air pressure and shock, creating microbursts around each swing. Y/N’s strikes displace air with such velocity that they distort light, appearing as flashes of lightning without thunder. Kadeesh – The Way of the Spiraling Star: An esoteric art combining acrobatics, circular motion, and continuous rotation. Kadeesh amplifies Ataru’s fluidity with centrifugal precision, every spin concealing a dozen possible strikes. To witness it is to see the Force made visible, spiraling around a calm center. Scherma – The Way of the Pure Blade: Derived from ancient Corellian swordplay, Scherma emphasizes linear economy and parry-riposte perfection. Y/N’s version fuses Makashi’s precision with Nevui’s rhythm control, a minimalist art where every strike is geometry, every kill a theorem proven. To categorize Y/N’s combat is futile. He is the embodiment of transition; every stance alive, every form breathing into the next. When he fights, he does not adopt a discipline; he becomes the discipline. In him, every form remembers its origin, and transcends it. What defines Y/N’s combat is not mastery alone, but the fluid fusion of incompatible philosophies. He can blend Ataru’s acrobatics with Niman’s poise, or combine Tràkata’s deception with Haronet’s primal rhythm. He will parry like Makashi, pivot like Sokan, strike like Vaapad, then vanish into Discreti, all within a single engagement. This unpredictability breaks even experienced duelists. Facing him is not to face a single warrior, but a dozen masters speaking through one form. He often begins fights defensively, assessing the opponent through Soresu’s serenity, before escalating through Djem So’s ripostes or Viendul’s dual harmonics, adapting to whatever frequency of aggression he perceives. Each shift feels deliberate, as if he’s allowing the battle itself to teach him how best to end it. Y/N’s greatest strength lies not in the Force nor the blade, but in his clarity of intent. He fights not for dominance, but for understanding. His style is not chaos, it is listening. When training Younglings, a recurring phrase he uses, and used especially during the early days in The Reforged Jedi Order, is: “Every opponent is a mirror. Break them, and you shatter a reflection of yourself. Control them, and you master nothing. But understand them — and the battle is already over.” In combat, he does not lose composure. His blade never screams, it sings. Those who have faced him describe his movements as “music given form”: rhythms that shift from tranquil to violent without ever losing harmony. He wields the Force as a conductor wields silence, using the space between strikes as much as the strikes themselves. When he moves, time seems to obey his rhythm, not the other way around. 

Physical Abilities:

Y/N Skywalker-Shan stands at 6’2”, his frame a deliberate equilibrium between power and precision, the kind of strength born not of excess but of control. His body is the visible product of a life forged through war, meditation, and purpose. Every contour of his musculature, every scar and movement, serves function before form. He moves like a man who has mastered gravity, not escaped it; every step deliberate, shoulders squared but never rigid, a soldier’s economy fused with a duelist’s grace. There is no vanity in his physique; only evidence of relentless refinement, and the will to remain adaptable under any condition. His physicality evokes the same paradox that defines his spirit: the calm of discipline concealing the violence of potential. The body type is balanced, neither the bulk of a gladiator nor the leanness of an acrobat, but an optimized fusion of both. Broad shoulders and a solid chest anchor a narrow, defined waist, creating a silhouette that radiates stability and command. The arms carry dense, compact strength; the forearms corded and sinewed, the kind built from repeated strain rather than ornament. The hands, marked by light calluses and faint micro-scars, reveal the truth of his training, every gesture honed, every grip measured. His legs are powerful and long, built for sudden acceleration and controlled landings, his movement always silent, balanced, purposeful. Even in repose, he appears poised for motion, an animal of discipline rather than instinct. Observers have described his posture as “coiled stillness”: the body at rest but ready to strike, the surface tranquil yet alive with potential energy. Y/N’s musculature is not aesthetic but engineered, functional density layered by discipline. Years of saber combat, hand-to-hand training, and environmental survival have produced a physique that marries explosive speed with endurance. His chest and shoulders form the cornerstone of his power: full, sculpted, and battle-hardened. The back, broad and carved with visible depth, reveals the true architecture of his strength; a complex system of trained stability, refined for rapid motion and sustained tension. Across it run faint white lines, twin scars that trace the memory of cortosis discharge during an early campaign. The core, where his strength is truly centered, is both visibly defined and remarkably flexible. The abdominal structure, lean but powerful, allows for rotational strength and controlled breathing: evidence of both martial and meditative mastery. Beneath the skin, tendons shift like drawn cables; every motion follows intention. His stamina borders on superhuman, not in bursts of Force-enhanced exertion, but in sustained durability. He can fight, endure, and rebuild long after others would collapse. It is the endurance of a man who has refused to yield too many times to count. His skin bears the map of his history, not decorated but recorded. A warm tone, faintly weathered by alien suns and carbon winds, gives his form a sense of permanence. Micro-scars thread across his chest and forearms like faint constellations, invisible until light catches them. Each one a memory of combat, trial, or survival. Distinct markings include: Left shoulder blade — a shallow saber cut, cleanly healed but never erased. Right ribs — a diagonal vibrospear burn, now silvery against the flesh. Over the heart — a faint circular scar from a Force-resonance implosion, the mark of his trial. No tattoos, no brands, no sigils. He bears no deliberate symbols because his body itself is the symbol, the living record of what it costs to persist. Y/N moves with unnerving efficiency, not the trained posture of a soldier, but the intuitive economy of one who has internalized war. Every step is silent, balanced on the edges of readiness. When he turns, it is with total alignment: hips, shoulders, and eyes working as a single mechanism. During combat, witnesses describe him as disorientingly fluid. The transitions between forms are so seamless they appear instinctual, as if he is not executing technique, but allowing the Force to move through his musculature directly. His strength manifests in short, decisive bursts, balanced by near-meditative stillness in between. Even at rest, he emanates control; not dominance, not arrogance, but command through composure. The stillness before eruption. The quiet before the storm. His presence is gravitational. Even without armor or weapon, the weight of his awareness draws focus. He does not posture or assert; the body itself enforces attention. Those who have stood in his proximity describe a pressure in the air: subtle, like the hum of a charged field. The kind of quiet that precedes revelation or destruction. Through the Force, his body radiates balance, luminous and shadowed in equal measure. The serenity of the monk and the menace of the warrior coexist in him, neither diminishing the other. In council records, his bearing is cited as “a paradox in motion, the serenity of restraint within the architecture of war.”

Master: Revan

Visual Identity:

 • Black Armor – “The Revenant Shell” (Ref 2): a relic forged in the aftermath of crusades and betrayals. Each plate bears the memory of conquest, each scar the echo of choice. It is the armor of the fallen who refused to remain so.

 • White Armor – “The Purified Mantle” (Ref 3): worn only in moments of revelation, it stands as a symbol that transcendence does not erase darkness — it absorbs it.

 • Weapons: One crimson, one amethyst blade. The red sings of will and fury; the purple hums of serenity hard-earned. The second blade is rarely drawn — a silent vow that power need not always be seen to be felt.

The Father and the Forge

Revan did not choose Y/N as a student.

The Force chose him, and Revan merely obeyed.

When the boy first appeared, Revan felt it instantly. Among countless lives and fleeting presences, one small figure moved with a confidence and awareness far beyond his eight years. Y/N L/N.

The moment their eyes met, the galaxy itself seemed to pause. The currents of the Force pulsed around the boy like a living star, a nexus of light and shadow, carrying a presence so profound that recognition stirred deep within Revan; a familiarity older than memory, older than time itself. The Force had whispered; Revan had merely listened.

Y/N’s presence was quiet yet commanding. Every movement, every subtle gesture, carried an instinctive mastery of the world around him, as if he had always belonged to the rhythm of the Force itself. Revan understood then that this child was no coincidence. He was continuation; the living embodiment of the Shan lineage, of blood, of a hope that had slept for millennia.

For Revan, Y/N became more than a Padawan. He was the echo of a bloodline long tempered in light and shadow, the living continuation of everything Revan had once been, and everything he could never be again. For Y/N, Revan became not only a Master, but the father the Force had long owed him; a presence of guidance, protection, and strength he had never known.

The boy’s innocence belied a depth of intelligence and courage. When he held the pendant Revan had given his own son so long ago, Revan felt time itself contract. And at the second, humbler necklace; a symbol reborn from a distant, lost empire, he sensed the threads of destiny knitting them together, irrevocable and sacred.

Their connection transcended mentorship. It was covenant; sacred, unbreakable, forged in recognition, understanding, and shared destiny. Where others might have seen Revan’s duality as corruption, Y/N saw truth: balance is not serenity, but mastery over both chaos and calm.

Together, they would wander forgotten worlds; meditating in tombs where ancient whispers still lingered, studying archives sealed by centuries, battling remnants of empires long buried. Every scar on Y/N’s body became a lesson. Every word Revan spoke became scripture.

From the very first encounter, it was clear: this was not simply Master and student, but lineage restored: Father and Son, bound by the will of the Force, the blood of Revan’s line, and the immutable design of destiny itself.

Training/Teachings:

Under Revan’s tutelage, Y/N’s understanding of the Force deepened beyond simple technique or combat. Revan instilled in him the value of patience, discipline, and balance, teaching him to never let his emotions go unchecked, but also never to repress them. Every surge of anger, fear, or joy became a lesson; every impulse a chance to understand the currents of the Force within and around him. Revan emphasized that true mastery came not from power alone, but from harmony; between light and dark, thought and action, impulse and restraint.

But Revan was not alone in guiding him. Bastila’s presence, lingering as a Force ghost, became an enduring source of counsel and comfort. She whispered truths of resilience, willpower, and inner strength, helping Y/N confront not just threats in battle, but the trials of life itself. She taught him to face fear, loss, and deception with clarity and courage, reminding him that his choices and his heart defined him as much as any skill in the Force.

Together, Revan and Bastila formed a dual foundation for Y/N; a living father, tempered by experience and shadow, and a spectral mother, whose wisdom and compassion shaped his spirit. Where Revan instructed him in combat, strategy, and the deep philosophies of the Force, Bastila guided him through reflection, moral clarity, and the shaping of his resolve.

Through their combined guidance, Y/N learned that the Force was not simply a tool, but a covenant of responsibility, strength, and balance. Every lesson from Revan was tempered by Bastila’s insight; every meditation, every training exercise, every battle became a dialogue between the past, the present, and the legacy of their lineage.

In their care, Y/N did not merely grow as a Jedi. He grew as a son of the Force, a living bridge between light and shadow, and a continuation of the family and destiny he had inherited.

Combat Philosophy/Legacy:

Y/N Skywalker-Shan's growth as a Jedi has been marked by a deep sense of responsibility for his actions and the consequences of war. Though young, his potential is vast, and his ability to blend various lightsaber forms with powerful and unpredictable Force techniques makes him a unique Jedi, someone who bridges the gap between the physical and mental aspects of combat. Despite his formidable abilities, Y/N remains grounded, understanding that the true power of the Jedi lies not in their weapons or even their powers, but in their ability to protect and serve others.

Attires:

The Shadow Mantle

Style & Structure:

• Forged from a unique alloy of Pure Beskar fused with Cortosis Ore, the plating carries the indomitable resilience of Mandalorian iron and the saber-disrupting qualities of Cortosis. Unlike crude mixtures that weaken both metals, Y/N’s forging unlocked a rare harmony: the armor retains the unbreakable density of Beskar, the energy-dampening resilience of Cortosis, and a strange new property — a low, resonant hum that unsettles even Force-users who draw near.

 • The armor’s surface is obsidian-dark, layered over with Armorweave underpadding for freedom of motion and protection against blasters. Its carapace-like texture feels less manufactured than conjured, as though the alloy itself molded into form through the Force.

 • Sharp, angular lines echo Sith war-armor, yet the fit and balance evoke a Jedi Knight’s discipline. The cape drapes like shadow given flesh — fluid, suffocating, trailing as though smoke from a fire.

Symbolism:

 •The Mantle embodies Y/N’s hidden face: the war-bringer, the executioner of justice without restraint.

 • It was paired always with the amethyst blade — the weapon of conflict, of trial, of merciless clarity.

 • Its sheen drinks in light, turning him into something beyond mortal. Among Separatists it became myth, whispered as “the man who wears the shadow itself.”

Origins/Lore:

 •The Shadow Mantle was the first true armor Y/N forged after being knighted at sixteen. Rejecting dependency on the saber alone, he sought armor that could stand against Sith assassins, warlords, and slavers on its own terms.

 • The Beskar-Cortosis alloy was salvaged from rare fragments: Mandalorian relics seized from battlefields and shards of Sith-forged cortosis weaponry. Through weeks of meditation and smithing under the Force’s whisper, he fused them into a seamless whole, a miracle of metallurgy thought impossible.

 • Each plate carries history: chains broken, blood spilled, lives freed. It is not just armor, but a ledger.

 • By the Clone Wars, the Mantle’s shadow loomed across the Outer Rim. To slaves, it was salvation in black iron. To tyrants, it was a death mask.

The Veil of Silence

Description:

 • Fashioned from the same Pure Beskar–Cortosis alloy, the Veil of Silence is a crown of shadow sharpened into form. Its faceplate narrows into a dagger-like visor, blotting out every trace of humanity. The helm’s ridges curl like a predator’s horns, lending it the aura of a warlord or myth-born executioner.

 • Subtle veins of violet energy thread through the metal, shimmering faintly under the Force. These were not etched — they manifested naturally in the alloy during its forging, the visible resonance of Y/N’s inner duality.

 • Inside, an Armorweave lining grants cushioning and insulation, balancing protection with comfort in long campaigns.

Origin & Lore:

 • Forged in secret after his ascension, the Veil was born during Y/N’s long campaigns in the galaxy’s darkest reaches. Sith cults, warlords, and slavers fell under its silent gaze, until the helm itself became feared as much as the warrior beneath it.

 • The violet veins were read as prophecy — sparks of light burning through shadow. Jedi who glimpsed it whispered that it did not look forged by hand, but shaped by the Force itself to house balance’s darker half.

Symbolism:

 • The Veil of Silence is the mask of Y/N’s other self: the unflinching general, the merciless hand of necessity. It is feared, not hated — for it represents the violence balance sometimes demands.

 • When worn, he becomes not a Jedi, but a storm clothed in steel, faceless and inexorable. A reminder that light alone cannot guard the galaxy, for shadow too has its place.

The Dawn Regalia

Style & Structure:

 • A gleaming armor of Pure Beskar and Cortosis Ore alloy, burnished into radiant white-gold and inlaid with luminous engravings that refract light like dawn spilling through stained glass. The alloy holds the dual strength of Beskar’s indestructibility and Cortosis’ saber-disrupting resonance, yet here it has been refined to appear almost divine rather than martial.

 • Flowing, curved lines distinguish it from the angularity of the Mantle, recalling Jedi ceremonial armor — but elevated beyond mere tradition, sanctified in form.

 • Beneath its radiant plates lies a supple layer of Armorweave, granting flexibility, insulation, and added resistance to blaster fire, ensuring that beneath the spectacle of its light, it remains battle-ready.

 • A scarlet cape trimmed with gold cascades from the shoulders. Though ceremonial in appearance, it enhances the aura of a champion cloaked in sunrise.

Symbolism:

 • The Regalia is the luminous mask he offers the galaxy: the dawn-bringer, the Jedi whose presence brings hope as surely as the rising sun.

 • It is the armor worn with the golden saber, the blade of illumination — a beacon of leadership and guardianship.

 • Where the Mantle devours light, the Regalia magnifies it, making Y/N appear larger than life: a savior cloaked not in shadow but in radiance.

Origins/Lore:

 • Forged shortly after the Shadow Mantle, the Dawn Regalia arose from Y/N’s realization that perception shapes destiny as much as strength. At sixteen, he would not allow the galaxy to see only the specter of his shadow.

 • The materials were not seized as spoils, but freely given: fragments of rare Beskar heirlooms offered by liberated Mandalorian clans, shards of Cortosis gifted by freed miners, and gold filaments donated by grateful families across the Outer Rim. Melted together, they became a singular alloy unlike any other — armor born not of conquest, but of gratitude.

 • Its engravings were etched with intent: vows of protection, prayers for hope, and symbols of renewal. Each plate carries not just strength but faith, hammered into the alloy as surely as its indestructibility.

 • By the time the Republic learned his name, Outer Rim worlds already whispered legends of a knight who gleamed like sunrise — a liberator clothed in the gifts of those he saved.

The Crown of Radiance

Description:

 • The Crown of Radiance shines with the same Pure Beskar–Cortosis alloy, polished into gleaming white and inlaid with golden filigree. Its arcs rise into radiant crests, forming a visage that evokes not a general, but a warrior-saint.

 • Sunburst insignias crown the temples, gilded in intricate detail, catching the light with every movement. Unlike the Veil of Silence, which erases the man beneath, this helm magnifies him — reflecting his humanity, exalted into something mythic.

 • An Armorweave inner lining ensures not only durability and comfort but also symbolic unity: a balance between outward radiance and inner resilience.

Origin & Lore:

 • Forged alongside the Veil of Silence, the Crown of Radiance embodied the other half of Y/N’s destiny. Where one helm cloaked him in dread, the other anointed him in hope.

 • He wore it at liberations, in parades of the freed, at councils where hope was fragile. To the people, it was a crown of salvation. To the Jedi, reassurance. To Y/N, it was a fragile promise — that perhaps light alone could save him from being consumed.

 • Each golden line whispers of worlds freed and lives saved, a living monument to the belief that hope must shine as fiercely as shadow strikes.

Symbolism:

 • The Crown of Radiance embodies the ideal he wished to embody: the savior, the selfless guardian, the Jedi the galaxy longed to believe in.

 • Where the Veil of Silence instills fear, the Crown inspires devotion. It is the mask of light — worn for others, but also for himself, as proof that the dawn he brought to others might one day rise within him.

The Midnight Vestments

Description & Style:

 • Vest & Tunic: Jet-black layered robes, tailored close at the waist and shoulders, echoing the traditional Jedi cut but pared down for mobility. The fabric is woven from Armorweave, light yet blaster-resistant, with stress-point reinforcements to endure the rigors of war. Beneath it lies a softer underlayer of duran-fiber cloth, chosen for its flexibility and breathability during long campaigns.

 • Outer Robe: A flowing black cloak with a deep hood, heavy enough to conceal his silhouette yet light enough to move with him. The robe creates a mythic presence — not ostentatious, but commanding, the shadowed figure who enters rooms as both knight and omen.

 • Belt & Accessories: A simple leather belt with matte buckle, fitted with practical slots for saber, datapad, and field pouches. Minimalist, designed for endurance rather than ceremony.

 • Boots: High black leather boots reinforced with thin plates of hardened synthhide, giving subtle protection at the shin and heel. Their pointed stitchwork recalls Je’daii motifs of ascension — a quiet nod to heritage without breaking the robe’s utilitarian character.

Symbolism & Duality:

 • Unlike the radiant Dawn Regalia or the ominous Shadow Mantle, the Vestments are a middle ground — not armor, not regalia, but the man himself.

 • Their black palette reflects the burdens he carries: grief, sacrifice, the shadows trailing every choice.

 • Their simplicity honors the Jedi ideal: humility, clarity, purpose unadorned.

 • To soldiers and allies, these robes became iconic in their own right: the “dark-clad knight,” a figure of hope in the chaos of battle.

Origin/Lore:

 • Forged not in forges, but through necessity, Y/N assembled the Midnight Vestments after his knighting at sixteen. He needed something practical — robes that could endure the field, not weigh him down with symbolism.

 • He chose black Armorweave for its dual purpose: anonymity in shadow, protection in combat. It was a deliberate rejection of spectacle, a statement that not every hero must gleam like sunrise.

 • These were the robes he wore most during the Clone Wars — while liberating slaves, striking at warlords, hunting Sith acolytes in the Outer Rim. They became his second skin, remembered less for their form than for the presence they carried into battle.

Presence:

When Y/N dons the Midnight Vestments, he is not myth, not dawn’s champion, not shadow incarnate. He is simply the Knight — the one who stands between galaxy and abyss, clothed not in legend but in resolve.

Vestments of the Mortis Watch

Description:

Woven from Celestium weave, a fabric said to exist only where the material world brushes against the ethereal — threads infused with both Armorweave durability and a subtle resonance with the Living Force. Storm-grey in hue, its deep folds and layered shoulders echo the tension of Mortis: shadow and light entwined in constant struggle.

The golden trim is not mere embroidery but filaments of auric crystal-thread, harvested from the crystal fields of Mortis. These luminous veins do more than gleam; they act as living channels, amplifying meditative focus, harmonizing body and spirit in battle or stillness alike.

Symbolism:

 • The split mantle mirrors the Son, Daughter, and Father — three powers, separate yet bound in one eternal whole.

 • To wear these robes is to declare oneself not simply a Jedi Knight, but a Watcher of Balance: a guardian of meaning rather than conquest.

 • Their very material presence blurs the line between armor and sacrament.

Gauntlets of Silent Authority

Description:

Forged from cortosis-inlaid beskar leather, the gauntlets are seamless, austere, and incorruptible. They are supple to the hand yet immovable to the strike, deflecting both blaster fire and saber blows with quiet authority.

Set into each knuckle are circles of mortai-stone, smooth crystalline discs found only in Mortis’ caverns. They are not weapons but conduits — when the wearer makes ritual gestures, the stones resonate faintly with the Force, projecting intent into presence.

Symbolism:

 • The unbroken circle embodies the continuity of the Force: infinite, eternal, indivisible.

 • The gauntlets remind the wearer that strength is not domination, but direction — hands that shape harmony, that command through guidance before violence.

 • Their silence is their greatest authority.

Boots of the Auric Path

Description:

Crafted from ivory-hued beskar-ceramite alloy overlaid with Aurora-gold plating, the boots shine with celestial radiance. Their angular motifs recall Mortis’ towers, lines carved like architecture of eternity itself.

The soles are fitted with whisperweave layering, allowing each step to land silent, as if the wearer treads not on durasteel or soil, but across the timeless horizon of Mortis. Each stride resonates faintly in the Force, as though every step is a prayer in motion.

Symbolism:

 • Ivory for purity of purpose, gold for wisdom carved from trial.

 • To walk in these boots is to embody the promise of balance restored: dawn after night, renewal after ruin.

 • They declare allegiance not to conquest or empire, but to the eternal rhythm of death and rebirth.

Presence of the Set:

Together, the Vestments of the Mortis Watch are less attire than relic. To allies, they are a vision of the Jedi as myth made flesh; to foes, a reminder that the galaxy’s balance is not guarded by soldiers alone, but by watchers of forces older than war.

The Bonded Vestments

Designation

The Brother’s Gift — Jedi Garments crafted for Y/N by Anakin Skywalker.

Appearance & Structure

Vest & Outer Robes:

 • The inner tunic is cut from treated nerf-hide reinforced with Armorweave threading, supple enough to move in but resilient against blaster fire and shrapnel.

 • The outer robe is sewn from bantha-wool fiber blended with dura-cloth, grounding it in Jedi tradition yet enhanced with Anakin’s subtle practicality. Its drape is deliberate — imposing when hooded, familiar when cast back.

 • The layering reflects both temple austerity and battlefield readiness: a bridge between their two lives.

Glove:

 • A single right-hand gauntlet, crafted from dark leather lined with micro-armorweave padding and strengthened at stress points with durasteel fasteners.

 • Its asymmetry is intentional: one hand armored for battle, the other left open for touch, care, and guidance.

 • The design mirrors Anakin’s own — a quiet statement of kinship, but built with Y/N’s measurements in mind.

Boots:

 • High, black military-grade leather boots, their soles reinforced with duraplast layers for traction and shock-absorption inserts that Anakin custom-fitted after endless campaigns.

 • Strapped and angular, they are soldier’s boots through and through: no ornament, only reliability.

Origin & Lore

The Bonded Vestments were not Temple issue, nor relics of legend, but a gift of brotherhood. After the Mortis trials, Anakin — half-warrior, half-engineer — pieced them together in his quarters, using scraps of battlefield materials and rare fabrics he bartered or scavenged.

At first, Y/N refused, fearing they mirrored his brother too closely. But Anakin reassured him with the same steadiness he had shown on Tatooine: “You’re not copying me. You’re carrying me with you — and I’ll always carry you.”

Every stitch carries Anakin’s hand, every fold his intent. The armor-weave was reinforced not because he doubted Y/N’s skill, but because he wanted his little brother to come home safe. The design mirrors his own robes because, to Anakin, the bond mattered more than individuality: it was family, made visible.

Symbolism

 • Brotherhood: The mirroring of Anakin’s design marks the unbreakable kinship between them — one forged not by blood, but by survival, trust, and loyalty.

 • Balance Through Connection: While Mortis revealed the cosmic weight of balance, these robes taught Y/N a simpler truth: balance is also found in companionship and in the grounding presence of those one calls brother.

 • Practical Genius: Every seam and fastening speaks of Anakin’s care. The robes were not made to inspire awe or fear, but to fit Y/N perfectly — physically, emotionally, and symbolically.

 • Humanity: Unlike the Dawn Regalia or Shadow Mantle, this attire does not demand that Y/N be myth or warrior. It asks only that he be a brother.

Darth Caelum’s Armor

Appearance:

Forged of obsidian-black beskar-cortosis alloy, its plates are ridged and layered like the carapace of some primordial beast. Every segment has been polished to a void-like sheen, broken only by faint inscriptions burned into the surface — words etched in Y/N’s own hand, fragments of vows and trials endured.

At the chest burns a crimson resonance sigil, faintly alive with Force energy. It is no Sith rune, but a personal mark: a pulsing reminder of Caelum, the dark reflection he no longer denies. A cloak of midnight Armorweave flows from his shoulders, shadowing the form beneath until he seems less man and more inevitability.

The helm is faceless, forged into an unyielding mask of silence. Its visor burns with a muted, blood-red glow, a gaze that strips away illusion and forces even the strongest to confront the shadow they carry within.

Functionality:

 • Armor Composition: Pure beskar interwoven with cortosis veins, united through a forging process only Y/N has mastered. The alloy holds the unyielding resilience of beskar and the disruptive qualities of cortosis, yet without either weakening the other — a fusion as rare as the balance it represents.

 • Resonance Core: The chest sigil channels his connection with Caelum, amplifying presence rather than weaponizing it. To allies, it is a reminder of his wholeness; to enemies, it manifests as dread, magnifying his aura through the Force.

 • Fear Projection: Beyond its durability, the armor is an icon. To wear it is to let others believe the monster is real, forcing them to face their own fear of the Dark Side. The armor serves as a psychological weapon. When worn, it is not Y/N the Jedi they see, but Darth Caelum, terror incarnate. The illusion is enough to weaken morale, often before the first strike is made.

Origin/Lore:

Caelum is not another being — he is Y/N’s reflection in the Dark Side, much as Vader was to Anakin. On Mortis, Y/N confronted this aspect of himself, guided by Caelum’s own words: the Dark Side does not corrupt by existing, but by being denied and repressed.

Rather than reject him, Y/N accepted Caelum as part of his whole, learning that strength comes not from purity but from balance. By embracing his shadow, Y/N forged immunity to its corruption — wielding its power without succumbing to it.

The armor itself was crafted afterward, not as a tool of daily war, but as a mantle of fear. It exists for moments when Y/N must embody the specter of the Dark Side — to walk among Sith, or to terrify warlords and enemies who would only respect power cloaked in darkness. In truth, the armor is worn rarely, for it is not Y/N’s true self. Instead, it is a reminder, a weapon of last resort, and the proof of his unity with what once was missing.

Symbolism:

• The Crimson Sigil: Not allegiance to the Sith, but to the self — the fire at the center of his being, shadow and light together.

 • Faceless Helm: A mask without identity, reminding both wearer and foe that Caelum is not another person, but the part of Y/N that dwells in all.

 • The Cloak of Night: Where the Dawn Regalia reflects light and the Shadow Mantle absorbs it, Caelum’s cloak swallows both — symbolizing unity rather than duality.

Caelum’s Armor is paradox made steel: both the nightmare he might have been, and the monument to his refusal to let fear dictate his path.

Field Usage Protocol

Caelum’s Armor is not a battle uniform but a psychological weapon — a mantle summoned in rare and deliberate circumstances. Its purpose is not simply defense, but domination of perception and morale.

Deployment Scenarios:

 • Infiltration of Sith Strongholds: When facing enclaves or cults loyal to the Dark Side, the armor allows Y/N to walk among them as one of their own — the presence of Caelum silences suspicion and bends weaker acolytes to compliance.

 • Fear as Warfare: Against armies, warlords, or pirate clans that thrive on intimidation, the manifestation of Caelum breaks their own tactics against them. The appearance of a Sith-like figure strikes terror deeper than a thousand Jedi proclamations ever could.

 • Judgment of Shadows: In trials of last resort, when diplomacy has failed and mercy would be mistaken for weakness, the armor allows Y/N to embody unrelenting darkness — ensuring that resistance collapses before it begins.

Limitations:

 • Rarely Worn: Each use risks blurring the line between acceptance and indulgence. Thus, Y/N limits its deployment to the gravest of circumstances.

 • Not Identity, but Instrument: The armor does not define Y/N, but reminds him — and his enemies — that he has seen his darkness, and mastered it.

Doctrine:

“When I wear this, it is not because I have fallen. It is because I have risen above fear — my own, and theirs.”

The Astral Aegis

Designation

Astral Aegis — forged as the living vessel of balance brought into form, the armor embodies Y/N’s transcendence over shadow and light. Where Caelum is the shadow within, the Astral Aegis is the star beyond, a mantle of hope tempered in the fires of conflict.

Construction

 • Alloy of Celestium-Phrik and Luminite: Beyond phrik’s indestructibility, the Aegis is fused with Celestium, ore drawn from shattered meteors that carried echoes of the Living Force, and Luminite, a crystalline element once used in Je’daii star-forges to focus Force resonance. This trinity alloy does not simply resist the darkness — it sings against it, radiating an aura that unsettles shadow and steadies allies. Its sheen is argent-white, gleaming like a star unaging in the void.

 • Helm of the Watcher: Crowned in a silhouette reminiscent of wings, the helm is both guardian and omen. Its ocular slits glow with calm cerulean fire — not piercing like Caelum’s red, but enduring, horizon-blue, a gaze that sees without flinching.

 • Astral Core Emblem: Centered upon the chest, a radiant sigil burns with a soft but inexhaustible brilliance, pulsing in rhythm with Y/N’s presence in the Force. Unlike Caelum’s ember, it is not fire meant to consume — it is the eternal star, proof that shadow may circle but never eclipse the whole.

 • Mantle of Dawn: From the shoulders falls a flowing cape and tabard of ivory Armorweave, embroidered with Je’daii resonance keys. They are not words but harmonic patterns, amplifying the Force within the wearer until his presence seems less a man and more a constellation walking.

Symbolism

 • The Light Unafraid of Darkness: This armor does not deny shadow, but stands sovereign above it — light uncorrupted, yet unyielding, like a star that still shines despite the void surrounding it.

 • Judgment and Refuge: To foes, it is a reminder of inevitability: that the light sees all, and no corruption can remain hidden. To allies, it is a bastion of safety, as though the galaxy itself shields them.

 • The Ascendant Self: Where the Shadow Mantle was the beginning, and Caelum the confrontation, the Astral Aegis represents the unification — Y/N not torn between halves, but standing as the whole.

Field Usage Protocol

The Astral Aegis is deployed sparingly, in moments requiring not only victory, but revelation.

 • Beacon in War: On battlefields where despair outweighs courage, its arrival can invert the tide — the sight of the Astral Aegis inspires troops to stand when surrender seems certain.

 • Trial of Truth: When confronting leaders, councils, or Force wielders whose allegiance wavers, the armor becomes a living argument: a visible testament that balance is not a myth but a reality.

 • Confrontation of Darkness: Against avatars of the Dark Side, the armor resonates with a counter-frequency, diminishing their aura of fear and breaking the illusion of inevitability.

Doctrine

“This is not light as frailty, nor shadow as temptation. This is the star that burns because it must — and will continue, long after fear has crumbled into ash.”

Weapons:

Lightsabers (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars Season 1 to 3 until the Mortis Arc):

The Amethyst Fang

Designation:

The Warrior-General’s Blade — forged in the crucible of Revanite philosophy, tempered through Y/N’s training and battles.

Appearance:

Its hilt is a blend of austere steel and weathered grip, pragmatic and martial. Unlike ceremonial hilts, this one bears a soldier’s practicality: built to endure the rigors of war without losing its edge of elegance.

Crystal & Blade:

The kyber crystal resonates in deep violet — a hue born of light tempered by shadow. It reflects Y/N’s fragile balance: he does not suppress the darkness, nor abandon the light, but allows both currents to fuel his will in combat.

Function & Doctrine:

 • Battle Unleashed: This is the saber of the warrior-general, ignited when pent-up energy must be released in decisive battle.

 • Revan’s Echo: Just as Revan taught that strength comes from acknowledging both sides of the Force, this blade mirrors that truth — not purity, but synthesis.

 • Mantle of Shadow: Paired with the Shadow Mantle armor, it is the blade of the battlefield avatar, the storm Y/N becomes when facing Sith acolytes and warlords.

Symbolism:

The violet blade is not serenity — it is struggle. It symbolizes Y/N’s battlefield identity, his willingness to channel the storm within himself for the sake of others, even when it threatens to consume him.

The Aureate Fang

Designation:

The Dawn’s Saber — the blade that embodies Y/N’s soul, his philosophy, and his image in the galaxy.

Appearance:

The hilt echoes his other saber in structure, but bears subtler refinements: etched motifs of Je’daii spirals and faint aureate inlays at the emitter, as though dawnlight were trapped in steel.

Crystal & Blade:

The blade burns in radiant yellow — not merely a temple sentinel’s hue, but a beacon of wisdom and adaptability. Its song is less warlike, more harmonic, a resonance of clarity and renewal.

Function & Doctrine:

 • Public Blade: This is the saber the galaxy knows him by. When he frees slaves, when he liberates worlds, when he speaks as a champion of the people — it is the Aureate Fang they see.

 • The Code Embodied: Unlike the amethyst blade, this one is tied to Y/N’s personal code, crafted from Jedi, Sith, and Je’daii philosophies alike. It is not compromise, but synthesis.

 • Dawn Regalia’s Twin: When paired with the Dawn Regalia, it completes the myth — the light-clad knight, the breaker of chains, the liberator.

Ancient Resonance:

Beneath its symbolism lies something deeper. The yellow crystal hums with an echo of the Eternal Family: Valkorion, Vaylin, Arcann, Thexan, and Senya. It is not mere memory, but a connection to truths older than the Jedi and Sith dichotomy. To wield this blade is to stand not only in the present war, but in continuity with powers and philosophies that once reshaped the galaxy itself.

Symbolism:

The Aureate Fang is Y/N’s truest self. Not his battlefield fury, nor his shadow confronted — but his soul revealed. It is the saber of balance made visible, of humanity armored in hope, of dawn cutting through shadow.

The Eclipsing Fang (Ceremonial Saberstaff)

Designation:

The Blade of Concord — a saberstaff not meant for war, but for revelation. Forged as a ritual instrument, it manifests Y/N’s reconciliation of shadow and light, used sparingly in solemn ceremonies or moments of profound spiritual weight.

Appearance:

The hilt gleams like a sanctified artifact: polished phrik-durasteel alloy with silver-white lines coursing along its length, intersected by crimson inlays. Its symmetry gives it the air of a ritual staff rather than a warrior’s tool. The twin emitters crown each end: one blossoms into a crimson blade veiled in shadow, the other into a radiant silver-white beam, like moonlight caught in crystal.

Blades & Crystals:

 • The Crimson Veil: Resonates with the raw honesty of passion, fury, and shadow — acknowledged, but not denied. It burns not as corruption, but as a truth unveiled.

 • The Silver Flame: A counterpoint of purity and serenity, carrying the unclouded harmony of the Living Force. It illuminates, not to blind, but to reveal.

Purpose & Ritual Use:

 • Ceremonial Invocation: Activated not on the battlefield, but in rites of passage, oaths, or confrontations where philosophy outweighs violence.

 • Symbol of Dual Authority: When presented, it declares Y/N not as warrior, but as mediator between extremes — light and shadow, order and freedom, creation and destruction.

 • Rarely Drawn in Combat: Though fully functional, it is seen less as a weapon of war and more as a reliquary, summoned in times of destiny rather than skirmish.

Symbolism:

 • The Eclipse: The coexistence of shadow and radiance, bound in a single form. The staff declares that balance is not compromise, but the acceptance of paradox.

 • Mortis Echo: The crimson and silver call back to the Son and Daughter, with Y/N as the bridge — not choosing between them, but embodying the Father’s unifying role.

 • The Living Relic: The Eclipsing Fang is less an extension of the warrior and more a ceremonial proclamation: Y/N is not divided — he is whole.

Doctrine:

“In shadow I burn, in light I shine — yet in both, I am.”

New Lightsabers and Crystals (Clone Wars Season 3 after episodes 16-17-18 to Season 7 - Revenge of The Sith):

The Twin Mortis Saberstaffs

Designation: The Eclipsing Crown & The Dawnsunder Spire

Forged After: The Trial of Mortis

When Y/N emerged from the crucible of Mortis, he bore not one but two saberstaffs — manifestations of what he had become. These were no weapons of metal and crystal alone; they were living conduits, written into being by the will of the Force. Each was forged from phrik-beskar alloy etched with Mortis sigils that seem to shimmer with motion when gazed upon. At their cores rest crystals unlike any others — not mined, not found, but gifted directly by the Force itself.

The Eclipsing Crown

A staff wrapped in flowing dark-silver etchings, its surface glimmering like obsidian waves under starlight. Its twin blades manifest in ever-shifting hues — violets, blacks, blood-reds, and more — never fixed, always in flux. Each ignition seems to test Y/N anew, as though the weapon itself demands the wielder reaffirm their balance.

 • A paradox in metal and light: rage bound within serenity, destruction framed by restraint.

 • Some Jedi whispered it was the echo of the Son of Mortis — shadow incarnate — yet here bound, not unleashed.

 • In ceremony, its alternating glow wreathes the wielder in a coronet of eclipses: not dominion, but burden accepted.

The Dawnsunder Spire

Its twin, more radiant yet equally profound, bears engravings like streams of light shattering stormclouds. Its blades shine in dazzling whites, blues, greens, and golds — though no color is denied to it — sometimes even burning with opposing hues, a living reminder of duality reconciled.

 • Said to echo the Daughter of Mortis — not innocence, but radiance forged through trial.

 • In rites of liberation, when raised above freed peoples, its prismatic brilliance was described as “a sunrise fractured into endless shards.”

 • It is not merely a weapon, but a ritual beacon — a living standard of what Y/N had become after Mortis: neither Jedi nor Sith, but something greater.

Together: The Mortis Dyad

The Eclipsing Crown and Dawnsunder Spire are never carried idly. Together they form the Mortis Dyad — one born of shadowed flame, the other of shattering dawn. They are not tools of conquest, but banners of transcendence, living proclamations that balance has shape, voice, and light.

To ignite them in tandem is to bind heaven and abyss into one arc of flame — and to declare before friend and foe alike: this is what it means to be whole.

(The hilts can be detached into four smaller hilts for Jar’Kai)

The Heir’s Emberblade

Designation: Successor’s Fang

Lineage: Modeled upon the hilt of Anakin Skywalker, yet altered with Y/N’s own hand

Design:

The Emberblade’s hilt is sleek, functional, and unmistakably reminiscent of Anakin’s iconic saber, yet it refuses to be a mere echo. Forged from matte obsidian phrik, its surface is broken by auric-gilded conduits and finely carved sigils of Y/N’s own making — a language of heritage and will etched into the metal itself.

Most striking of all is the exposed kyber crystal chamber, framed within latticed beskar. Even dormant, the crystal glows faintly, its radiance pulsing like a heartbeat — a living core revealed to the world, not hidden away.

Where Anakin’s saber was a knight’s tool, this weapon is something greater: not allegiance, not duty, but identity incarnate.

Blade:

When ignited, the Emberblade mirrors the shifting light of Y/N’s Mortis-born saberstaffs — but with greater discipline. Its plasma flows through a spectrum of colors: indigos, crimsons, pale blues, golds, and more. The hues change not randomly, but like a tide, as though the crystal itself reflects the wielder’s shifting states of balance.

Unlike the saberstaffs’ chaotic and prismatic radiance, this weapon burns as a singular, honed current of power — chaos forged into clarity.

The Crystal’s Blessing

The Emberblade does not house an ordinary kyber, but one of the Mortis-forged crystals, born of the Force itself. As with the Twin Saberstaffs, its properties are unmatched:

 • Living Lightning: Each strike may unleash jolts of Force-conductive electricity, staggering even the most entrenched foes.

 • Regenerative Resonance: Its presence restores Y/N’s strength, both physical and spiritual, knitting him back to wholeness with every clash.

 • Adaptive Flame: Length, width, temperature and even hue can be commanded at will, making the blade as flexible as the wielder’s intent.

 • Amplified Communion: The saber magnifies Y/N’s connection to the Force, sharpening instinct, foresight, and presence until every battle feels like inevitability unfolding.

Origin & Lore:

The Emberblade was not forged in solitude, but in shared memory. After the Mortis Trials — when both brothers had faced their reflections and emerged reforged — Anakin set himself to work.

In his private workshop aboard the Resolute, scraps of phrik, shards of beskar lattice, and the faintly pulsing Mortis crystal rested before him. It was not a commission, nor a duty. It was an act of love.

Where the Bonded Vestments had been meant to protect Y/N’s body, this was meant to safeguard his spirit. Anakin designed the weapon as a reflection — not of power, but of trust. Its exposed crystal chamber was his idea: “If you’re going to carry your light, don’t hide it.”

Y/N tried to refuse it at first. He already bore two weapons born of Mortis itself, and feared the symbolism might weigh too heavily. But Anakin’s answer was simple, spoken without ceremony:

“You don’t need another saber. You need a promise. When you fall, this will remind you who you are — and who waits for you.”

The Emberblade was thus born not in fire, but in forgiveness — the meeting point between brothers who had both carried too much destiny, and who, for once, allowed themselves to carry each other.

When Y/N first ignited the blade, its light cycled through violets, blacks, blood-reds, dazzling whites, blues, greens, and golds — hues that mirrored their bond: twilight and dawn, darkness and hope intertwined.

It was never meant for the Temple archives, nor to stand beside ancient relics. It was meant to live, to burn, to be used — a brother’s gift meant for a brother’s path.

Symbolism:

 • To the Jedi, the weapon was both solace and unease: its familiar shape recalling a Skywalker legacy, its exposed crystal a reminder of how far from orthodoxy Y/N had walked.

 • To Y/N, it was acceptance. He would not bury his brother’s legacy, nor deny it — but neither would he be defined by it. The saber was his answer to Anakin’s shadow: a legacy transformed rather than abandoned.

 • The visible crystal chamber stands as a vow — that unlike Anakin, Y/N will carry his conflicts openly, refusing to hide the fractures within.

Symbolic Parallels to the Bonded Vestments:

 • Creation Through Love: Both items were handcrafted by Anakin — not as Master to apprentice, but as brother to brother.

 • Balance in Duality: The exposed crystal and asymmetrical gauntlet both mirror the Skywalker theme — power tempered by vulnerability.

 • Shared Legacy: Each artifact carries traces of both men — Anakin’s design, Y/N’s refinement. Neither is whole without the other.

 • Promise of Return: Where the Bonded Vestments promised safety, the Emberblade promises remembrance — that no matter how far Y/N walks from the light, there is a hand waiting to pull him back.

Use:

Unlike the ceremonial saberstaffs, which stand as banners of Mortis and ritual symbols, the Emberblade is Y/N’s true weapon. This is the blade that cuts, parries, endures, and fights when ceremony must fall away.

Where the staff is spectacle, the Emberblade is resolve — wielded with a restrained ferocity, each motion measured, deliberate, and absolute.

It is not the brightest star in his arsenal, nor the grandest — but it is the flame he trusts most.

The Crystals of Mortis

At the moment of their bestowal, the Force whispered:

“These are not simple Kyber Crystals. They carry the essence of Sokari, Firkrann, Kaiburr… and of the two forgotten hearts: the Guardian and the Mantle. Your blades will strike with currents of living lightning, they will restore your spirit and your body, and they will deepen your bond to us beyond imagining. They will obey your will — length, width, hue bending to your command. They are more than shards of light: they are us, and you.”

Nature and Resonance 

The Crystals of Mortis are sentient symphonies of energy; self-aware lenses through which the Force perceives itself. Their inner structure is fractal, ever-shifting, their glow fluid between gold, violet, and white depending on the wielder’s state of being.

Each crystal harmonizes with the wielder’s breath, heartbeat, and thought, forming a neural and spiritual link that transcends mechanical focus. When wielded by Y/N, they hum in deep tones not heard by the ear but felt within the soul: a reminder that balance can roar as well as whisper.

Unified Properties

Each crystal bears the merged gifts once scattered among the five ancient sources.

 • The Will of Sokari — Electrified Life:
Every strike hums with living thunder, discharging Force-born currents that cleanse corruption rather than burn flesh. The blades become rivers of sentient lightning, guided by intention, capable of disrupting saber fields and mechanical circuits alike.

 • The Judgement of Firkrann — Kinetic Dominion: Impact through these blades travels as ripples in the Force, multiplying momentum without cruelty. A parry becomes an avalanche; a feint, a storm. The crystal interprets motion as dialogue: punishing arrogance, rewarding precision.

 • The Breath of Kaiburr — Restoration and Renewal: In the wielder’s grasp, exhaustion fades. The crystal feeds energy back through the body, restoring clarity, vitality, and focus. Even minor wounds begin to close, not by healing flesh, but by reminding it of its original pattern.

 • The Heart of the Guardian — Equilibrium in Emotion: The crystal responds not to serenity, but to truth. Rage and peace alike become fuel, their contradiction harmonized into unity. When wielded without deceit, the blade reflects the soul perfectly; its hue shifting with emotion but never faltering in coherence.

 • The Mantle of the Force — Source Beyond Time: The crystal amplifies connection with the cosmic current. Within its proximity, Y/N perceives not the future or the past, but the continuum; a single living thread. Through it, he can shape the sabers themselves: length, density, hue, even temperature, bending to will as thought to breath.

Manifestations of the Crystals of Mortis

Each Mortis Crystal does not merely enhance Y/N’s blade, it interacts with his will. They are sentient conduits, extensions of his perception, reshaping the battlefield as expressions of balance itself.

The following are the known and witnessed manifestations of the sabers forged from these five living crystals:

1. Luminous Resonance (Passive Aura): When ignited, the sabers emit not only light but presence. Within a five-meter radius, the air hums with harmonic frequency — attuning all who stand within it to the rhythm of the Force. This effect calms allies, stabilizes fear, and disrupts deception. Inversely, those consumed by darkness feel an unbearable pressure, as if their own rage recoils from the sabers’ purity.

Effect: Passive Force equilibrium field — strengthens morale and clarity among allies; weakens focus, coordination, and Force control of nearby darksiders.

2. The Breath of Mortis (Force Adaptation): The sabers learn. Every time they clash against a weapon, armor, or Force technique, they retain trace echoes of its energy signature. Within seconds, they adapt — either absorbing or countering that frequency on the next strike. Blaster bolts curve subtly away, Sith lightning disperses across their blades like harmless rain, and vibroblades crumble under resonant feedback.

Effect: Combat Adaptation — temporary resistance or counteractive resonance to repeated forms of attack (energy, kinetic, elemental, or even metaphysical).

3. The Dawnflare Effect (Kinetic Transcendence): When Y/N focuses both sabers into unison, crossing them in ritual stance, a burst of pure radiance floods outward — not heat, but the raw energy of renewal. Enemies struck by it are not burned; they are disarmed of hatred, their rage stunned into silence for moments. To machines, it acts as an EMP. To the living, it feels like being forced to remember light.

Effect: Wide-range Force purification pulse that disorients Dark Side users and disables droids momentarily.

4. The Shifting Lattice (Form Modulation): The blades’ structure can phase between solid and fluid light, allowing Y/N to alter the nature of their contact. He can make them cut matter as plasma, strike with kinetic pressure like solid cortosis, or phase through armor to disrupt circuitry or nervous systems without killing.

Effect: Variable Blade Density — can toggle between lethal and non-lethal applications, enabling precise control and versatility in combat and negotiation alike.

5. Harmonic Reversion (Temporal Pulse): In rare moments of perfect alignment — when Y/N’s emotional center is wholly balanced — the sabers can “fold” a fragment of time around him. It lasts less than a breath, but within that heartbeat, he moves through the slowed world untouched. This is not speed — it is temporal stillness, a perfect moment where balance becomes reality.

Effect: Extremely taxing micro-temporal stasis field (roughly 0.7 seconds subjective duration), enabling unparalleled evasion or counterattack.

6. The Mirror’s Cry (Force Reflection): When Y/N channels Tutaminis or absorbs an attack directly into his sabers, the Mortis Crystals amplify it — returning the energy not as a beam, but as an echo of the attacker’s own intent. Lightning rebounds as harmonic sound. Blaster fire becomes a flash of pure light. Dark energy returns to its sender as clarity — an almost poetic punishment.

Effect: Force Reflection — reverts absorbed energy back at the attacker in a symbolic form, bypassing standard defenses.

7. The Voice of the Balance (Resonant Projection): Through deep meditation, Y/N can channel his voice and thoughts through the sabers as harmonic waves. When planted in the ground, they become conduits for communication, allowing his words to reach allies across immense distances through the Force. Some worlds whisper of him using this technique to calm entire cities before battle — his voice heard in dreams and storm-winds.

Effect: Resonant Projection — telepathic and empathic communication through the sabers’ energy field; can transmit emotion, memory, or even mild healing across great distances.

8. The Light Unending (Rebirth Protocol): This is the sabers’ most secret manifestation — a gift whispered only once through Revan’s holocron. If Y/N’s life were ever extinguished while in possession of the sabers, they would not deactivate. They would anchor his consciousness — preserving his spirit as a living echo until balance was restored, or until his body could be healed by Force healers nearby. It is not immortality. It is remembrance — the Force’s refusal to let one of its perfect vessels fade unjustly.

Effect: Post-Mortem Anchoring — sabers sustain Y/N’s consciousness within the Force for a limited time after death or fatal injury, permitting final actions or communication.

9. The Chorus of the One (Dyadic Resonance): When fighting alongside another Force-bonded individual — Padmé, Anakin, or Revan — the sabers “sing.” The pitch shifts, synchronizing to their partner’s Force rhythm. In such moments, Y/N and his bonded ally move as one being — reacting to threats before they appear, fighting with near-telepathic coordination.

Effect: Dyad Amplification — strengthens shared Force bonds and reflexes, creating unified combat flow; amplifies both users’ Force abilities within proximity.

10. The Veil of Mercy (Moral Reflection): The sabers can discern intent. Against the innocent or the repentant, their light will dim — warning Y/N before he strikes a soul who can still be saved. Against those irredeemably corrupted, the blades blaze brighter, almost unbearably so.

Effect: Sentient Moral Perception — slight resistance against striking non-hostile or balanced beings; intuitive sense of moral alignment in foes.

New Blades for the three lightsabers (after Clone Wars Season 3 after the Mortis Arc to Season 7 - Revenge of The Sith):

(Y/N can change the sides of the blades, the temperature of the blades if he wants them incredibly cold or incredibly hot and also the colour of the blades at will. The blades can also cut through anything, even the pure Beskar, armourweave and Cortosis. Y/N can choose between the colours that are showed up in the pictures. Perhaps there will be even more colours as time passes and his abilities grow stronger.)

The Darksaber of Equilibrium

Designation:

Not forged by Mandalorian smiths, nor claimed by conquest, but willed into being by the Force itself. During the Mortis trial, the blade manifested as proof of Y/N’s worth — not because of lineage, not because of destiny, but because he achieved the rarest state: harmony between shadow and light. Where others carry sabers as weapons, this one is a covenant.

Construction:

 • Force-Wrought Hilt: Unlike other hilts of phrik or beskar, this hilt bears no sign of craftsmanship. Its seamless frame of matte obsidian and argent streaks feels both ancient and newborn, as if it were carved directly from the void of creation. It does not corrode, nor fracture; it simply is.

 • Kyber Singularity: At its heart lies no crystal one could mine. Instead, a singularity of condensed Force resonance — appearing as a shard of light fractured by veins of shadow. It pulses in a rhythm that mirrors the wielder’s state of balance.

 • Blade of Twilight Flame: Unlike the jagged plasma of the Vizsla Darksaber, this blade is smoother, its edges rimmed in silver sparks like lightning crawling across stormclouds. Its core hums with black light fractured by radiant cracks, an eternal interplay of opposites locked in unison.

Symbolism:

 • Independence from Legacy: Where the Mandalorian Darksaber chained wielders to rule, this one severs such ties. It is not about thrones or clans, but selfhood.

 • The Balance Embodied: Its very form is paradox — shadow made luminous, light made solid. To wield it is to understand that neither side must dominate, for both are halves of a whole.

 • Trial Made Manifest: The blade is not carried into battle to prove supremacy. It is carried as living testament that Y/N endured Mortis and was acknowledged by the Force itself.

Doctrine:

 • Wielded with Restraint: This saber is not for every duel, nor every foe. It answers only when balance is threatened or when truth itself must be defended.

 • The Voice of the Force: In its presence, Jedi and Sith alike feel a dissonance — as though the Force itself resists their extremes. For allies, it is a symbol of stability; for enemies, a mirror they cannot endure.

 • Eternal Keeper: Unlike other sabers, it cannot be lost, stolen, or passed by inheritance. If Y/N falls from balance, the blade will extinguish — returning to the Force until another worthy rises.

Proclamation of Mortis:

“This is no weapon of conquest. It is the chord of harmony, the blade sung into being by the Force eternal. Where others bind themselves to shadow or light, this one stands as the bridge — the flame that cannot be unmade, so long as balance endures.”

Lightsaber forms that Y/N has mastered: Form I (Shii-Cho), Form II (Makashi), Form III (Soresu), Form IV (Ataru), Form V (Shien/Djem So), Form VI (Niman), Form VII (Vaapad/Juyo), Form VIII (Sokan), Form IX (Shien Dai), Form X (Nevui), Form XI (Tràkata), Form XII (Sapendo), Form XIII (Discreti), Form VIIIb (Kendosu), Form XIIIb (Renzou), Form XIV (Ikodu), Form XV (Viendul), Form XX (Haronet), Form XXIX (Am-Makash), Jar’kata, Corusco Boreas, Kadeesh and Scherma. He mastered the lightsaber forms not just in the Single-Bladed style, but also in the Double-Bladed style and the Jar'Kai style.

Abilities:

-Master Hand-To-Hand Combatant: Although rarely seen, Y/n is a highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant, often incorporating kicks and punches into his lightsaber combat sequences. Despite this, he normally fights using just his brute strength against others.

-Master Pilot: Y/N is highly skilled in piloting several speeders and all types of flying crafts. According to Obi-Wan Kenobi and many other people, along with Anakin, Y/N is the best star-pilot in the history of the galaxy.

-Expert Marksman: Although rarely seen, Y/N is highly skilled in the use of blasters. At one point he used a pair of X-8 Night snipers to defeat Endente's arms dealing soldiers and an E-5 blaster to recover Obi-Wan's lightsaber.

-Genius-Level Intellect/Master Tactician/Leader: Even as a child, Y/n is amazingly intelligent and wise for someone of his age. As a Jedi General, Y/n is a highly skilled tactician and a very capable leader. Throughout the Clone Wars, he gained an excellent reputation of never being defeated. He is able to use his opponents own tactics against them and also the environment that surrounds them to his advantage.

-Multilingual: Y/n is capable of fluently speaking Mando’a, Bothese, Concordian, Shyriiwook, High Galactic, Basic, Binary, Ewokese, Jawaese, Dathomiri, Geonosian, Aqualish, Ancient Jedi language, Cheunch, Durese, Dosh, Ithorese, the Jawa trade language, Arkanian, Dug, Bocce, Huttese, and Bitt. He also knows ur-Kittât (Sith language).

-Indomitable Will/High Pain Tolerance: Y/n is a very driven and determined individual, as well as virtually fearless in the face of death and danger. He has a considerable tolerance for pain, which was shown multiple times.

-Photographic Reflexes: Thanks to his particular connection with The Force, Y/N can replicate everything he sees just watching it one time. The same as Taskmaster.

-The Force: Y/n is very strong with the Force and a greatly skilled warrior. Y/n is capable of holding his own in combat against opponents such as the Dark Lords Darth Tyrannus, Maul, Vitiate, Nihilus, Bane, Malgus and Sidious, even outmatching and defeating them. Y/N is even capable to overwhelm any Jedi such as, Yoda, Mace Windu, Satele Shan, Revan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Plo Koon, and even Anakin Skywalker, however with him it's more difficult considering they're both very similar. However Anakin is the one Y/N has more fun duelling with. He sees Anakin not just as his older brother but also as his best friend, who he loves very much. He is also able to deflect the Force Lightning with his bare hands. He can also telekinetically toss aside metal pieces hurled at him, levitate stone slabs in mid-air, or move a space ship around. He once held multiple Separatists Dreadnought-class ships in place and even made them crash.

-Master Lightsaber Duelist: Y/N is a highly skilled lightsaber duelist, with skills being rivaled by none. Y/N utilise his Force powers to amplify his physical speed and agility to make his lightsaber combat skills more lethal in combat, making him a formidable opponent in single combat.

-Shatterpoint: Shatterpoint is a Force ability that can be used to sense the significance of an event, though it also refers to key moments where actions could change events. Jedi Master Mace Windu had the ability to detect shatterpoints, and he obviously taught it to Y/N during their training.

-Force Echo: Force Echo, also known as Psychometry, is a Force power in which a Force-user can learn information about the past of an object or those who interacted with it. To experience the "Force Echo" of the object and those who had interacted with it, all the Force-user needed to do was touch the object or, in the case of a location, enter it. Whoever used the ability experienced a blinding white light before receiving a Force vision, albeit with slightly distorted input, of the sight, sound, and emotions associated with the object. As such, the skill was useful for tracking escaped targets. Y/N has a complete mastery of this ability and he isn't affected by sudden activations of the ability, unless he wants to activate it.

-Force Cloak: Force cloak, also known as Force camouflage or Force invisibility, was a rarely seen Force talent involving the manipulation of light and sound waves to render a practitioner virtually invisible to the naked eye. Another application was bending the perceptions of those around the Force user, so that they ignored the intruder.

-Force Enhanced Condition: Force Enhanced Condition, also known as Force Augmented Condition, Force Augmentation or Force Enhancement, was a core Force Power that allowed a user to enhance their physical and sometimes mental condition, allowing them to be stronger, faster, more resistant than someone normal of their species or type, through the Force. This usually isn't permanent and the length of duration is often different for different user with different power levels and masteries over the Force. It was an ability that was used by many force-users throughout, especially The Jedi, Sith and Matukai. It was commonly used on the battlefield and in combat. In a lightsaber duel as well as unarmed combat, a user could increase the speed of their swings, strength of their blows and reaction time of their blocks.

-Force Sight: Force sight, also known as Force seeing, is a basic Force ability that was a variation of Force sense. It enhanced the bearer's visual and spatial perception even in the dark or behind walls. "Seeing" with the Force is a useful skill for, as Revan said to Y/N during his training, "Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them." Trained users could see well beyond their natural ability and were able to counter Force persuasion, blinding objects, such as Flash bangs, and Force blinding powers.

-Force Blinding: Force blinding, or Blind, was a Force powerclassified by the Sith as part of the Offense school of abilities. The technique produced a burst of Force energy that overwhelmed a target's optic nerves, causing temporary blindness. A powerful tool of the light side, a Jedi could obfuscate an opponent's sight, making it difficult for the adversary to spot and attack the Jedi or anyone else. However, a trained Force-sensitivewho had prepared themselves could defend against this technique by using Force sight. Still, if the Jedi could blind an unprepared enemy before they reached out with Force Sight, the blind could still be effective.

-Force Stasis: Force Stasis was an ability of the Force to forcibly restrain and immobilize people or to halt objects headed in a Force-user's direction. Often manifesting as a shimmering, transparent energy field resembling a haze of heat enveloping the target, the ability allowed its users to cancel out the motion of a target to not only reduce its speed, but even suspend it in place. The effect could at times be temporary, allowing the target to regain its motion, but could also be so powerful that, unlike normal applications of telekinesis, continuous conscious effort and physical gestures to maintain it were not always necessary. Additionally, the most skilled or powerful of users could even exert this paralyzing grip on non-material objects, such as blaster bolts.

-Force Illusion: A Force Illusion is an extreme example of Jedi Mind Control and is ultimately used by either side of the Force. This skill can take dramatic iterations as Y/N can conjure projections and apparitions, he can also change his voice along with his appearance.

-Force Projection: Force projection, also known as Similfuturus, was a Fallanassi Force technique recorded in the sacred Jedi texts and utilized by Jedi Master Luke Skywalker during the Battle of Crait. The technique allowed a Jedi to create an illusory doppelgänger of themselves that could be transmitted through the Force across vast distances.

-Force Choke: Made possible through Telekinesis, Force Choke can be used to tighten the windpipe of whoever it's aimed at, preventing them from breathing and often times killing them.

-Tutaminis: Like said before, through the Force, Y/N can draw potentially harmful energy into his body and diffuse it or channel it away completely. His skill with this power was great enough to contain the maximum intensity of Darth Sidious, Nihilus, Vitiate and many other Sith’s Force Lightning.

-Mechu-Deru: Mechu-deru is a dark side Force power that bestowed an intuitive understanding of mechanical systems upon the user. Invented by the Sith, the technique allowed its practitioners to exert their influence over inanimate and robotic constructs. Through mechu-deru, mechanical structures could be bound to the will of the user and imbued with the power of the Force itself. The dark side power of mechu-deru also enabled the creation of machine-organic Sithspawn mutants called Technobeasts.

-Force Speed: Force speed, also known as burst of speed or Force sprint, is a core Force power that allows the user to maintain sprinting speeds for a brief time. Greater aptitude granted greater boosts to speed and/or greater duration. The increased speed of the Force-user enabled the individual to perceive and react to the world and the entities around them in slow motion, allowing them to dodge attacks easily and attack more quickly with greater accuracy. However thanks to his connection with The Force, Y/N can maintain or increase the speed as much as he wants and as long as he wants. One day Y/N broke the speed of Sound and even increased its speed. He can't brake the light speed however he can run and move very fast thanks to this ability.

-Burning Balance: Y/n's unique relationship with the Force enables him to channel emotional states like grief or rage into bursts of power without falling to the dark side. This technique, which Jedi historians dub "Burning Balance," lets him briefly boost his Force output, strengthening senses, reflexes, and strikes. Unlike Sith, who lose themselves to passion, Y/n rides the flame without letting it consume him.

-Force Valor: Force Valor was a light side Force power that increased the resolve, accuracy, and speed of one's self and one's allies. Tapping into the Force, a Jedi could increase the rate at which one's capacities functioned, allowing the body to move and react quicker, leap higher and farther, strike more powerfully, and fight with improved accuracy. The ability shared similarities to Force Body and Enhance Attribute and Battlemind, as well as its dark side counterpart Force rage. Yoda used this ability to overcome the infirmities of old age, which was necessary for a practitioner of Form IV lightsaber combat. Other users of Force valor included Meetra Surik and Revan.

-Force Shockwave: Force Shockwave, also known as Focus Shockwave or Force Bomb, is a Force power that allows a Force-user to emit a powerful destructive ring of energy, damaging or destroying anything in its radius.

-Force Slow: Force Slow was a dark side Force power used by Sith and Dark Jedi around 4,000 BBY. Force exhaustion was a variant of the power used by Jedi Guardians during the time of the Cold War and the Galactic War to gradually slow down the movement of enemies. This power clouded the target's mind, causing them to slow down both mentally and physically. It was the milder version of three poison-inspiring Force powers, the other ones being Force Affliction and Force Plague. Practitioners of this power included the Jedi Knights Juhani and a Jedi. Force Affliction was a variant of Force Slow. Affliction worked much like a fast-acting poison, quickly debilitating the target. The effects of affliction worsened over time and may cause death if the user is strong enough in the Force. Force Plague was a more powerful version of Force Affliction. Plague worked like a fast-acting toxin, horribly debilitating its victims. The effects of Plague continued to worsen over time. Darth Traya and Darth Nihilus attempted to use this technique against Meetra Surik.

-Sever Force: Severe Force is a technique used predominantly by Light Side practitioners to shield an individual's connection to the Force. While the connotation of the technique makes it seem that the target is having their powers removed, in actuality, a wall of light simply blocks their connection to the Force.

-Mind Probe: Derived from the same technique as the Jedi Mind Trick, a Force Probe or Mind Probe is far more aggressive. By utilizing a Mind Probe, Y/N can forcibly penetrate an individual's mind to extract information.

-Oneness: One of the greatest feats for any Jedi is retaining their consciousness upon becoming one with the Force.

-Crucitorn: Crucitorn is one of the most frightening Force powers to exist in the Star Wars universe. It is primarily associated with Darth Bane and his gruesome means of inflicting pain, but it can also be used to ease the suffering of a companion or loved one. It can manipulate the minds of others by either amplifying the pain they feel or lessening it. If the intended target's mind is inaccessible, it can be used directly on an exposed wound to further irritate or soothe them. Though it can be an exceptionally cruel power, its benefit in a dire situation is hard to ignore.

-Beam of Light: When called upon, the Beam of Light ability allows Y/N to harness the energy of a planet and fire it into the sky. This beam is capable of destroying fleets and devastating the surface of whatever planet it happened to be targeting.

-Oneness: Oneness is the state of union with the Force. In some circumstances, individuals can become akin to a living manifestation of the light side of the Force or, on rare occasions, even the dark side of the Force, although they are vulnerable to severe temptations to the dark side. They essentially became nothing more than an extension of the Force, and were at a perfectly calm state. Luke Skywalker was able to naturally achieve oneness with the Force more than once.

-Force Repulse: This technique is used by both Dark Side and Light Side wielders. Force Repulse is powerful and similar to Force Maelstrom. The user of it must gather energy within themselves and then release it in a sudden outward burst. It can kill a small group of enemies or launch them back without them dying.

-Force Maelstrom: Force Maelstrom is very similar to Force Repulse except it's stronger and uses more Force Power. It has the same effect as Force Repulse in that the user must gather energy and then release it outwards in all directions. This power, however, causes weak enemies and movable objects will circle around the user before releasing the built-up energy. It also creates a shield of force energy that protects the user from blaster shots. However, it has limited endurance. It can be used to kill large groups of enemies quickly, depending on the strength of the opponents and the attack itself. Fortunately, Y/N can use it as much as he wants thanks to his lightsaber crystal and his Midichlorian count in his blood.

-Morichro: Y/N has the powerful technique that could slows down the body functions of the target, putting them in a long-term suspended animation.

-Force Stealth: A power that was used by highly skilled Force-sensitives to mask their Force alignment (Light or Dark), their ability to use the Force, or even their entire presence from other Force-sensitives.

-Force Jump: Enables Jedi to leap great distances vertically or horizontally by using the Force. Y/n uses Force Jump in tandem with his acrobatic lightsaber style. His hinged saber often acts as a pivot in-air, letting him spin and redirect momentum with uncanny agility.

-Force Barrier: Both an offensive and defensive Force power that creates a barrier or wall of Force energy around the intended target, be it self, friend, or foe. Depending on the strength of the individual, the barrier could only withstand a few attacks before collapsing.

-Force Scream: A Force scream is a Force exertion manifested by those whose alignment is with the dark side of the Force. It is a scream, of strong frustration, rage, or grief, emitted through the Force.

-Force Crush: Force Crush is possibly the darkest Force ability known to both the Sith and the Jedi. It is a more advanced form of the Force Grip ability. This ability lifts the opponent into the air, and as they float, their body literally implode as it is crushed from within by the Force.

-Force Rend: Force Rend was a Force ability that enabled a Force user to telekinetically lift and violently contort another individual.

-Force Light: Force Light is a physical manifestation of the Light Side of the Force. By utilising the technique, Y/N is directly attacking a Dark Side user's connection to the Force and negating their ability to communicate with it.

-Force Dark: Force Dark is the exact opposite of Force Light, so it's a physical manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force. By utilising the technique, Y/N is directly attacking a Light Side user's connection to the Force and negating their ability to communicate with it. But he rarely uses it because there aren't many Light Side users that are evil, he uses it only when he spars sometime against Anakin and other Jedias he catches them off guard with this ability.

-Force Net: A Force net is an unusual Sith technique. When used successfully this power would summon dark side strands of energy that would wrap around the target and ensnare it in an unbreakable mesh. The lattice of dark energy would then effectively sever the connection between the Force, and the trapped target, regardless of Force affiliation, and continuously sap the target's strength. After this, the energy lines would proceed to slice through anything they touched. The net was maintained through the recitation of certain words.

-Pyrokinesis: Pyrokinesis was a Force power that allowed a Force-user to manipulate and generate fire by rubbing and heating up air molecules together. The power could be used to manipulate and generate fire. In generation, a force user typically generated fire from an already existing material, though a variant in which a Jedi conjured flames from the sky was known and considered to overlap with Alter Environment. Yarael Poof exemplifies this by being famed for his ability to trigger fires by manipulating the molecules of combustible objects. Leia Organa Solo also demonstrated the ability to generate fire, as shown when she lit several candles through the force commenting that Luke Skywalker had taught her how to do so. In manipulation, a Force user was capable of directing and controlling an already existing flame with relative ease. In 52 BBY, Darth Sidious used the ability to kill Senator Pax Teem, by coaxing a gentle flame from a gas powered fireplace into a raging inferno. Y/N is very skilled in this ability that he is also capable of controlling and redirecting an explosion, something that he did in order to save The Ghost Crew during a fight against Admiral Thrawn. The power is neutral in nature, with both Jedi and Sith showing equal ability in its use.

-Cryokinesis: Cryokinesis is a Force power that allowed a Force-user to draw heat away from the object, causing its temperature to drop rapidly. This arcane technique caused the heat vitality of the victim to hemorrhage, but it is impossible for the caster to channel that vitality into their own body or manipulate ice despite its name. However not to Y/N, he studied and practiced this ability often and mixed it with Pyrokinesis, giving him the possibility to use its same abilities but with the properties of Cryokinesis. He can even use them together to summon both fire and ice together and using them at the same time. The target will become cold to the touch and more fragile.

-Force Lightning: Force Lightning remains one of the most visually impressive weapons in the dark side arsenal. Conjuring lightning from their fingertips, Force Lightning is highly effective and can cause significant damage. Normally, Lightsaber and energy shields can block Force Lightning, but not Y/N’s ones as they were so powerful and unique that only through a very precise and concentrated Tutaminis could block them, but it was impossible to throw them back. Y/N can even change the intensity and the colour of the Lightning, and considering that the weakest intensity of his lightning are even more powerful than the maximum intensity of the ones of Sidious, he always holds back, so he doesn't kill nor harm anyone permanently. His lightning however, isn’t drawn by hate and anger, but from his will, his own complete range of emotions, similar to Electric Judgment, but also slightly different. You can say that Y/N’s lightnings is a combination of both Force Lightning and Electric Judgment, but way more powerful than both of them combined.

-Dark Aura: Dark Aura was a dark side Force power and a form of Force lightning. The practitioner charged the surrounding air with malicious Force energy, damaging those around the user and slowing their movements.

-Golden Flash: Golden flash was a Force Power used to summon a blast of golden Force energy to burn an enemy to ashes.

-Lightning Bomb: Y/N can also channel his Force-Lightning into his body and release a shockwave of lightning around him, similar to his Force Repulse or Force Maelstrom, and knocking everyone around him out or killing them instantly. And with the right intensity, he could reduce their bodies into ashes. Just like Starkiller, but more powerfully and with less efforts, and it even takes less energy.

-Sith Alchemy: A Dark Side technique that expounds on Force Weapon, Sith Alchemy takes the Jedi ceremony one step further and utilizes it to imbue Dark Side energies on weapons, armors, toxins, and even creatures. Sith Alchemy can even bring about the undead.

-Magick: Magick, also known as Shadow Magic, Nightsister sorcery, dark-side sorcery, Force Magic, Force Sorcery, or majik, was an aspect of the Force and supernatural technique that allowed a practitioner to wield a variety of powers connected to the dark side as well as light side of the Force. The Nightsister witches of Dathomir were wielders of magick, of whom Daka was the most powerful. But not even close to Y/N, who thanks to his ancestors and blood relations, is the most powerful and masterful wielder of it.

-Battle Meditation: Battle Meditation is one of the most effective and powerful weapons Y/N can utilize during a large-scale battle. The technique requires an extremely powerful individual to envelop all or the majority of the troops under their control. By bringing all these individuals together, the direction and actions occurring throughout the battle are openly visible to the commanding Force-user.

-Serenity: A meditative Force state that helps regain inner clarity, focus, and emotional balance. Typically used in or before battle to center the mind. Y/n, who struggles with emotional turbulence due to his trauma, uses Serenity as a crucial anchor. Before battle, he often pauses and closes his eyes, allowing his turbulent emotions to settle and align.

-Force-Meld: Force-meld, otherwise known as Jedi meld, United Jedi Cluster-Mind, or battle meld, was a rare technique where a Force-sensitive joined others in their minds together, drawing strength from each other. A refinement of battle meditation, it was known to the ancient Jedi, though dangerous. While battle meditation could influence a user of the Force and the insensitives of both sides, Force Meld concentrated on coordinating and improving the Force-sensitives of the user's side.

-Force Blast: Force blast is a Force power used by the dark side and neutral Force-sensitives, that when conjured, projected concentrated blasts of pure dark side energy at objects or opponents, usually with devastating effects. This ability was even further expanded upon, resulting in the Sickening blast. Using one's hands, the conjurer could project focused blasts of dark side energy, that could obliterate objects, or destroy living beings or creatures.

-Spirit Transference: While Darth Plagueis utilized Midi-chlorian Manipulation, he taught his apprentice the art of Spirit Transference. In this ceremony, the Dark Side user is able to transfer their essence into that of another host, thereby granting themselves a degree of immortality.

-Thought Bomb: Utilized by Darth Bane to annihilate the last remaining vestiges of the ancient Sith Order, the Thought Bomb is an incredibly powerful weapon that can completely destroy all physical and spiritual bodies of the Force-users within its vicinity.

-Midichlorian Manipulation: Midi-chlorian Manipulation is a rare technique that has only been seen a handful of times, mostly used by Darth Plagueis. The technique requires an extreme degree of manipulation to convince the midi-chlorians to create life.

-Revitalize: A focused act of channeled vitality, Force Revitalize restores stamina, repairs tissue, and replenishes depleted life energy. It is the Jedi Healer’s art perfected, turning the user into a conduit through which the living Force flows into damaged bodies and exhausted spirits. Y/N’s version surpasses the traditional Jedi variant — he can extend the effect outward, sustaining allies, stabilizing the dying, or rekindling a planet’s faint biosphere. Yet it remains bound by the limits of life: it can mend, renew, and heal — but not resurrect.

-Force Storm: Force Storm, also known as Wormhole, is a devastating dark side ability used only by the most powerful Force-users. Its usage could tear apart a planet's surface and completely decimate all those unfortunate enough to be in the firing zone. Though the Death Star could wipe out entire worlds, Y/N casting Force Storm can achieve a very similar outcome. Using the Force Storm ability would result in the opening of a void. If Y/N lost focus at any point while summoning this tear in time and space, he would likely find thimself being engulfed by it.

-Force Snap: Force Snap, often simply called The Snap, is not a technique… it’s a judgment. Born from Y/N’s communion with both the luminous and shadowed sides of the Force, it manifests when his will and emotion converge into a single, absolute command. A snap of his fingers… almost lazy, almost amused… becomes a divine execution. When unleashed, reality itself seems to pause, as though the Force is holding its breath. Then… the air fractures, sound dies, and the targets simply unmake, collapsing into dust and silence. No light, no explosion, just absence. The kind of nothingness that feels wrong, like existence itself recoiled. Unlike a Sith’s rage-fueled strike or a Jedi’s precise cut, this power carries a cold stillness. It’s not aggression… it’s decision. A will so absolute that the Force itself obeys. But Y/N rarely uses it in full. The complete erasure; body, spirit, echo in the Force, demands immense focus, energy and emotional clarity bordering on detachment. Instead, he often channels a lesser form: a destructive burst that detonates targets on a molecular level, a mercy compared to true obliteration. The first recorded use was during a rescue mission gone wrong: an elevator swarmed by pirates. Surrounded, unarmed, cornered… he snapped. When the doors opened, only ash and silence remained.

-Force Laser: This ability was created by Y/N after his last encounter with the Grand Inquisitor, which has been a teaching experience for him. This ability allows Y/N, when he has his Chosen One eyes and is engulfed by the Light Side but at the same time is using the Dark Side, to emit two powerful white beams from his eyes. He doesn’t use this ability often, but comes in handy when he has to cut off a path that the enemy might use for escape. Or simply to cut ships in half when he is on the ground and is surrounded by Separatists Ships.

-Force Fly: This isn’t an ability Y/N uses often as he created it only for rare cases. This ability allows him, through both levitation and the use of the Light Side and Dark Side, to simply fly in mid air. He can fly at very high speeds, even more than the speed of sound but can’t, of course, go to light speed.

-Force Drain: Y/N is a master of the Force Drain ability, and there are very few strong enough to resist his power. This ability also allows him to drain life from a planet and practically all living beings. He can also drain the Force Energy completely or partially from a Force-User or a planet.

-Force Kill: This power was used to telekinetically destroy the victim's organs. On Korriban, Darth Tyranus used Force kill on the black-market dealer Auben's heart, killing her instantly. Darth Bane also used Force kill on his father by envisioning a giant hand squeezing his father's heart resulting in a fatal heart attack.

-Force Shadow: A Force shadow is a mental projection of the user that can be cast across vast distances and allows the user to see through the shadow's eyes. A dark side ability.

-Entropy’s Dominion: A manifestation of the Dark Side’s deepest truth — not chaos, but inevitability. Entropy’s Dominion allows the wielder to command the natural decay of energy and matter, bending the laws of stability through the Force. Rather than destruction through rage, it is destruction through inevitability — the understanding that all things must end, and that endings too are part of balance. At its core, the ability does not obliterate; it accelerates. Structures corrode, energy fields unravel, and even Force constructs can collapse into stillness. When mastered, this power can dissolve an entire battlefield’s momentum — freezing motion, collapsing detonations mid-air, and returning everything to its dormant state. However, wielding Entropy’s Dominion exacts a profound cost: each use drains vitality from the user’s own essence, tethering their life to the decay they command. Only one who has faced the void within themselves — who understands death not as enemy but equilibrium — can survive it. In the Reforged Archives, this ability is described as “the Dark Side’s peace” — the moment when rage gives way to silence, and the universe exhales.

-Harmony of the Triarchs: The supreme manifestation of Balance — the perfect resonance between Light, Dark, and the center that holds them. Harmony of the Triarchs is not a single power, but a state of being in which the wielder becomes the conduit through which the three currents of the Force flow without opposition. When invoked, Y/N ceases to be a Force-user in the traditional sense; he becomes the Force’s median frequency, a living fulcrum through which both creation and destruction sing in concert. Time slows to its true rhythm, Light bends around shadow without conflict, and the wielder’s presence becomes the quiet gravity that unites all contradictions. In this state, Light Side abilities gain the potency of the Dark, while Dark Side techniques lose their corruption — all purified in the crucible of balance. The Father’s temperance, the Daughter’s grace, and the Son’s power are harmonized into a singular expression: existence as one eternal note. However, this harmony cannot be commanded; it can only become. The Trial of Mortis will determine whether Y/N achieves this unity or fractures under its paradox. Those who fail to sustain the triarchic resonance are erased — not by death, but by dissolution into the Force’s undivided essence. The Mortis scriptures describe this state as: “When the triune breathes as one, the galaxy itself pauses to listen.”

-Echo of Creation: Born of The Daughter’s light and tempered by The Father’s equilibrium, Echo of Creation is the Force’s act of remembrance — the moment the cosmos exhales after the collapse. It is not mere healing, but reconstruction through divine memory: the ability to reweave what has been unmade by darkness, time, or entropy itself. To wield it is to listen to the Force’s memory of life. The wielder does not create — they remind. They remind the stars of their birth, the soil of its bloom, the dying of their once-living breath. Through the Echo, the Force recalls what existence was before corruption, pain, or loss. When fully realized, this ability can restore shattered worlds, lost civilizations, or even souls disintegrated into the void — but only if balance is maintained. A single thought of possession, a single note of pride, and the restoration collapses into false creation, birthing corruption instead of renewal. The Daughter called it: “The whisper that follows the storm — where what was lost learns to live again.” Legends claim that during Y/N’s Mortis Trial, this ability will call forth visions of every life touched by his destiny — the ones who suffered, the ones who fell — and offer him the choice: to bring them back or let them rest. The outcome of that choice defines whether his light remains true… or becomes tyranny disguised as mercy.

-Force Reforging: Force Reforging is the sacred act of dissolution and reconstitution — the moment when a being willingly breaks themselves within the Force to be reborn in true balance. The ritual predates even Mortis; some claim it was known to the first Celestials, others that it was the Father’s own rite when he separated Light and Dark within himself. In essence, Force Reforging is both death and creation, atonement and evolution. The one who undergoes it surrenders all illusions of identity — the name, the power, the memories — allowing the Force to melt them into its formless essence. Only what is true survives the process. When the ritual completes, the individual emerges not merely purified, but redefined. The ritual requires three alignments: 1. The Spark of Entropy — acceptance of destruction as necessary. 2. The Echo of Creation — recognition that life endures through remembrance. 3. The Harmony of the Triarchs — surrender to balance beyond self. Once aligned, the Force itself acts as the forge-fire, unmaking the old being and shaping the new. In the ancient codices of Tython, it was said: “Only those who embrace their ruin may command their rebirth. For the Force reforges not the unbroken.” During his Mortis Trial, Y/N will face the choice of invoking this ritual — to destroy the fractured being of Darth Caelum (his shadow, his rage, his grief) and let the Force reforge him as Y/N Skywalker-Shan, the true Chosen One. But there is danger: if performed in pride or despair, Force Reforging can instead split the soul permanently, creating a living paradox — one part Light, one part Dark, neither whole, neither free.

-The Reforging: The Reforging is not a technique, but a cosmic act of renewal — the moment when the Force, through its chosen vessel, reconstructs itself in living form. It is the ultimate synthesis of creation and entropy, of the Daughter’s light, the Son’s shadow, and the Father’s balance, channeled through a being who has endured every fracture of existence and remained whole. Where the Jedi seek harmony and the Sith seek domination, The Reforging transcends both: it is the healing of the Force itself through incarnation. The ritual begins within the self — Y/N must confront every echo of his ancestry: Revan’s will, Bastila’s faith, Valkorion’s hunger, Senya’s compassion, Satele’s wisdom. These legacies, once fragmented, are fused together until only a single essence remains — not Jedi, not Sith, but Reforged. When fully enacted, The Reforging allows the user to: 1. Reshape living Force currents, cleansing corruption or merging fractured nexuses. 2. Restore worlds devastated by imbalance, reigniting the planetary Force matrices. 3. Bind Light and Dark energies into a single continuous flow, rendering their opposition obsolete. 4. Transmute death into renewal, allowing creation to rise from ruin — the living embodiment of the cosmic cycle completed. It is said that when this rite is performed, the very song of the Force changes — its vibration slows, deepens, harmonizes. The galaxy itself exhales. In the hidden texts of the Eternal Scriptures, the final stanza reads: “Once broken, the blade may be reforged. Once fallen, the star may burn anew. Once divided, the Force may sing as one. And in the Reforging — all shall begin again.” The Reforging is the end of destiny and its rebirth — the moment the Force ceases to move through Y/N and begins to become him.

-Force Rebirth: Where Revitalize heals flesh, Rebirth restores existence itself. It is the point where the self dissolves into the Force and returns, remade — not through domination or resurrection, but through perfect balance with the cosmic flow. Force Rebirth can manifest in several ways: 1. The return of consciousness after true death, when the Force deems the vessel essential to its harmony. 2. The transfiguration of form, where the physical and luminous merge (similar to the luminous state of post-death Jedi, yet far deeper). 3. The renewal of a dying world or nexus through the sacrifice and rebirth of a Force-wielder — a macrocosmic resurrection. It represents the final mastery of mortality, the point where Y/N ceases to defy death and instead walks through it, re-emerging not as spirit or ghost but as the living echo of the Force’s will.

-Force Smite: Force Smite stands as one of Y/N’s rarest and most devastating Force abilities: a manifestation of the Force’s own judgment rather than his will. It is neither Light nor Dark in origin, but a convergence of both, channeled through Y/N when he achieves perfect equilibrium within himself. Unlike Force Lightning or any known energy projection, Force Smite does not emit external power. Instead, it turns the target’s own corrupted connection to the Dark Side inward, making it implode under the weight of pure, untainted Force energy. When used, the surroundings fall unnaturally silent, as if reality itself recoils. The air bends, light dims, and Y/N’s eyes ignite in cobalt and pearl-white brilliance, the mark of the Chosen Heir. The victim is lifted from the ground, consumed by a blinding radiance that erupts from within their body, erasing all trace of their Dark Side corruption. The result is not death by destruction, but erasure through purification, their essence cleansed and dissolved back into the cosmic balance. This power, however, comes at a cost. To wield it requires total alignment between Light and Dark, demanding that Y/N surrender entirely to the will of the Force. The process burns through his own life energy, leaving him physically weakened and momentarily disconnected from the currents of the Force. For this reason, he invokes Force Smite only when balance itself demands retribution… when corruption becomes too great for either side alone to contain. Y/N describes the sensation as “the Force remembering what it was before we named it.”

-Force Armament: The Force does not only destroy or heal — it creates. Few beings have ever been able to manifest this truth. Y/N Skywalker-Shan stands among them. Through perfect emotional balance and deep resonance with the living Force, he can manifest tangible weapons, armor, and constructs composed entirely of condensed Force energy. These are not illusions or telekinetic manipulations; they are solid, luminous manifestations of intent, existing as long as his will and focus sustain them. Y/N channels the raw current of the Force through his own life energy, shaping it by visualization and emotional clarity. The Force responds to his intent, forming luminous constructs of pure energy that shimmer with color corresponding to his emotional state: Blue-white — calm focus, defensive purpose. Gold — protective will, light-side resonance. Crimson-violet — wrath or determination, raw Dark energy purified by balance. Silver — absolute harmony; the rarest form, when Light and Dark unify perfectly. Forms of Creation: Weapons — From lightsaber-like blades to exotic polearms, bow-like energy projectors, or even entire spectral arsenals. Armor Constructs — Momentary shielding around allies or full battle suits manifesting during critical defense. Platforms & Structures — Temporary steps, barriers, or even containment cages created mid-battle. This ability can only exist because Y/N does not deny either side of the Force. Light alone cannot solidify intent; Dark alone cannot sustain creation. Only through balance, the acceptance of both, can energy take stable, tangible form. The Jedi call it heresy. The Sith call it impossible. The Force calls it truth. Y/N’s favored construct takes the form of a chain whip, coiled with radiant energy. It moves like a living extension of his will: able to strike, ensnare, or deflect, and even anchor onto energy or matter. In combat, it becomes a symbol of duality; flexible yet unbreakable, graceful yet devastating. The Battle Applications are: Instant Armament — Summons any weapon form suited to current combat conditions. Adaptive Defense — Creates momentary shields that absorb both physical and energy-based attacks. Construct Strike — Forms a projectile or solid strike weapon (e.g., an energy spear or hammer) and propels it telekinetically. Astral Forge — Momentarily forges dual constructs; one Light, one Dark, that clash or merge, causing implosive shockwaves of balanced Force energy. Weapon Transference — Can project a Force-created weapon to another’s hand (especially Anakin’s) through the Dyad link, materializing it mid-motion.

-Black Hole Manipulation: Black Hole Manipulation is the ultimate manifestation of Entropy’s Dominion — the ability to command the gravitational singularity born from the collapse of existence itself. To lesser beings, it is the end of all matter. To one who walks the line between creation and void, it is the eye of balance — the still point where destruction and birth coexist. This ability allows the user to generate, contain, and direct gravitational singularities through the Force, using them not merely as weapons but as instruments of restoration and control. A true master can compress fields of energy, time, or even Force signatures into a singularity and either annihilate or reshape them. Yet, contrary to its destructive potential, its core principle is containment, not chaos. The black hole is a metaphor — a perfect sphere of order in the heart of infinite entropy. It devours, yes, but it also preserves; what is consumed is not lost but reborn as potential. To wield it without losing oneself, the user must embody perfect stillness — a living fulcrum between The Daughter’s serenity and The Son’s hunger. Only through The Father’s equilibrium can the spiral of gravity obey the will rather than consume it. It is said in the Eternal Archives of Zakuul: “The void is not the end. It is the wound through which creation breathes anew.” When Y/N attains this power after the Mortis Trial, he will no longer simply command the Force — he will act as its gravitational center, the point around which Light and Dark orbit in eternal motion.

-Teleportation: Teleportation is a rare Force ability that enables the user to move from one place to another instantaneously.

-Alter Reality: Alter Reality was a dark side Force power that could allow the user to reshape reality and fashion a universe of their own.

-Flow-Walking: Flow-walking was a rare Force power used by the Aing-Tii monks. It was taught to Y/N and Anakin by the Aing-Tii, allowing him to view the past and the future. When one used flow-walking, they could alter the past, and thereby change the course of the future. This power was used with great caution but had very few limitations on it.

-Deadly Sight: Deadly Sight is a power of the Dark Side of The Force that harnesses a Force-user's fury and hatred and then projects them through an intense glare onto the victim. It can blister the skin and vaporize extremities. This is an ability that Y/N didn't master immediately but slowly did thanks to Revan, Bastila, Plo Koon, Yoda and Mace Windu, who all instructed him how to not let the dark feelings consume him.

-Force Destruction: Force Destruction is a dark side Force power used by Sith and Dark Jedi, allowing them to create a massive energy field and throw it in any direction. When used, a massive amount of energy was stored up within the user, drawn from the dark side of the Force, and with incredible concentration, the energy could be discharged using the user's own body as a conduit. Usually fired through the arm or hand, it could blast a large radius vaporizing anyone who got too close to it. Even those who escaped direct contact with the blast would be pushed asunder by the power's backlash. Using Force Destruction was a very exhausting power requiring a great deal of focus and concentration and could only be used a few times without requiring the user to rest, however thanks to Y/N connection and bond with The Force, he was able to use it as much a he wanted and with very few energy to waste. A variant identical to this power and used by Jedi more often than Sith was the ability known as Force Burst, where the user would unleash a telekinetic blast by releasing the stored up Force energy in their body.

-Force Burst: Force Burst is a Force power that could be used by a Jedi or Sith, mostly Jedi however. The strength of the Burst depended on the amount of time and energy put into it. A Burst's size and intensity could range anywhere from huge and combustible, to small, but relatively deadly. It was usually semi-transparent with a blue or green hue, where as the Sith variant had a reddish shade. The sphere of Force energy sought out its intended target with the utmost accuracy and speed. This technique could be nullified by Force protection, Protection bubble, or set off course by a strong Force push, or even dissipated with another Force Burst. However, it was usually deflected by a well-timed Force shield. But Y/N wasn’t held back by those techniques, as his Force Bursts were so powerful and fast that nothing could stop them. A similar dark-side Force ability identical to this ability is known as Force Destruction, where the user would unleash a Force energy using their body as a conduit.

-Astrogation: A skill learned under the guidance of Jedi Master Tera Sinube, Y/n can feel the currents of hyperspace, aiding in navigation during long-distance travels.

-Dark Void Displacement: A Dark Side ability. This ability allows, through the manipulation of The Dark Energy, to move an object or themselves through The Void and exit from another place. However the place you could find yourself was random, however if you’re Force Sensitive, you can go wherever you want through the sense of Force energy or simply a presence in The Force. This is an ability Y/N has created, studying the abilities of Darth Nihilus and his mastery of The Dark Side.

-Force Healing: Force healing was a rare Force power wielded by only some Force-sensitives. The user of Force healing would place their hand over the wound, or wave a hand towards the wounded person, and pour their own life energy into it, healing the target, although at the expenditure of the user's own vitality, which could be later recovered by resting or meditating. The Force could also allow a being to overcome exhaustion. The ability was also capable of curing the user's target of poisoning. Sometimes there was no visible display of this power beyond the mending of flesh. Other times, there was a blue-white pulse, or a golden glow of healing.

-Force Dyad: A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was a pairing of two or more Force-sensitive beings linked together by a unique Force-bond that was unbreakable that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space. Members of a dyad were attuned to each other's senses completely, including what they saw, heard, and felt. They possessed unique Force powers, such as the ability to physically interact across many light-years in the galaxy. A dyad could also utilise Force healing to such a degree that, should either member of the dyad die, the other would be able to transfer enough of their own Force energy to resurrect them, albeit at the cost of their own life. Y/N has this deep connection with none other than both Revan and Anakin Skywalker ever since they met for the first time, with Anakin ever since when they were kids and Y/N was welcomed by Shmii and Anakin after being enslaved, as Anakin was always there for him and helped him out with the situation. And as they grew on, the bond became stronger than ever, with the mere passing of seconds. This is because of how Y/N views Anakin as his big brother while Anakin sees Y/N as his little brother, the one who ever since he has met, has looked out for. Protected and loved more then anything. Same goes for Y/N towards Anakin. While with Revan, this came because of how Revan taught and protected Y/N throughout their entire journey, Revan views Y/N as his son, even though he is technically his ancestor, but because of the fact that he was forced to abandon his own son and wife for the Jedi, he saw the opportunity to make things right this time with Y/N, and Y/N also views Revan as his real Father.

-Force Connection: This is an ability very similar to Force Dyad, the difference is that if a Force-Sensitive truly loved someone, to the point of being ready in case to sacrifice his/her life to save his/her loved ones, and the loved ones felt the same way, even if they aren't Force-Sensitive, they become one presence in the Force. Just like Force-Dyad, and the effects are exactly the same. Just more stronger because of the fact that the loved ones aren't Force-Sensitive. This is an ability that only Y/N has, because of the spirits of The Father, The Son and The Daughter, who enhance very much his connection with the Force ever since the Father’s trial, allowing him to have a Force-Dyad with others even if they can't use the Force. Like I said before the effects are the same, so here is what a Force Dyad can do. A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was when two Force-sensitive beings had a unique Force-bond that was unbreakable that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space. Members of a dyad were attuned to each other's senses completely, including what they saw, heard and felt. They possessed unique Force powers, such as the ability to physically interact across many light-years in the galaxy. A dyad could also utilize Force healing to such a degree that, should either member of the dyad die, the other would be able to transfer enough of their own Force energy to resurrect them, albeit at the cost of their own life. The only difference is just that Y/N has this bond not just with one, but to all his lovers together. And also he has his abilities and connection with The Force growing more stronger and faster when he is around them than normally. And also if any members of the Dyad die, he can bring them back without giving up his life, same can be said for the others.

-Force Explosion: Force Explosion is an ability created by Y/N himself. This ability can be used only through a single important specific, the sacrifice for the greater good. This ability consists in conjuring the own Force and Life energy into a big sphere around the Force-User, using both Light and Dark side of The Force to practically create an explosion so powerful and with a range of effect so vast that it practically wasn’t possible to survive it. However it has a side effect, due to the fact that it needs the Force and Life energy, the user can’t survive as it needs his own body and power to function. When Y/N created it and told his wives about it, he swore that he would never have used it.

UNLOCKED (✅ — Full Mastery and Control)

✅ • Master Hand-To-Hand Combatant
✅ • Master Pilot
✅ • Expert Marksman
✅ • Genius-Level Intellect/Master Tactician/Leader
✅ • Multilingual
✅ • Indomitable Will/High Pain Tolerance
✅ • Photographic Reflexes
✅ • Master Lightsaber Duelist
✅ • Shatterpoint
✅ • Force Echo
✅ • Force Cloak
✅ • Force Enhanced Condition
✅ • Tutaminis
✅ • Force Speed
✅ • Force Jump
✅ • Force Sight
✅ • Force Stasis
✅ • Force Barrier
✅ • Force Blinding
✅ • Force Valor
✅ • Force Burst
✅ • Force Repulse
✅ • Force Stealth
✅ • Serenity
✅ • Force Dyad
✅ • Force Connection
✅ • Astrogation
✅ • Mind Probe
✅ • Force Shadow
✅ • Force-Meld    
✅ • Force Armament 

STRAINING / INCOMPLETE (⚠️ — usable but taxing, unstable, or requiring strong emotion)

⚠️ • Burning Balance
⚠️ • Force Lightning
⚠️ • Force Maelstrom
⚠️ • Force Crush
⚠️ • Force Illusion
⚠️ • Battle Meditation
⚠️ • Force Scream
⚠️ • Force Projection
⚠️ • Force Shockwave
⚠️ • Force Healing
⚠️ • Force Smite

LOCKED UNTIL MORTIS (🔒 — inaccessible until the Trial of Mortis)

🔒 • Force Rend
🔒 • Force Drain
🔒 • Force Dark
🔒 • Force Light
🔒 • Force Net
🔒 • Force Slow
🔒 • Mechu-Deru
🔒 • Force Rebirth
🔒 • Revitalize
🔒 • Morichro
🔒 • Force Shadow
🔒 • Beam of Light
🔒 • Dark Void Displacement
🔒 • Force Fly
🔒 • Force Laser
🔒 • Alter Reality
🔒 • Force Storm
🔒 • Force Kill
🔒 • Force Snap
🔒 • Black Hole Manipulation
🔒 • Thought Bomb
🔒 • Spirit Transference
🔒 • Midichlorian Manipulation
🔒 • Force Explosion
🔒 • Deadly Sight
🔒 • Pyrokinesis
🔒 • Cryokinesis
🔒 • Force Destruction
🔒 • Sith Alchemy
🔒 • Magick
🔒 • Flow-Walking
🔒 • Teleportation
🔒 • Dark Aura
🔒 • Golden Flash
🔒 • Lightning Bomb
🔒 • Entropy’s Dominion
🔒 • Harmony of the Triarchs
🔒 • Echo of Creation  
🔒 • Force Reforging
🔒 • The Reforging
🔒 • Force Explosion
🔒 • Sever Force 
🔒 • Force Blast
🔒 • Crucitorn

Weaknesses & Consequences:

Despite his near-limitless potential, Y/N is not invincible. His greatest powers come at the greatest cost, and his journey is as much about surviving himself as it is about surviving the galaxy.

Physical Limitations:

 • Godhood Has a Price: Every time Y/N channels too much of the Force at once — bending reality, stopping fleets mid-space, tearing gravity wells — it strains his body. Nosebleeds, trembling hands, muscle tears, and even organ damage are common after extreme feats.

 • Force Burnout: Overusing his abilities causes him to collapse into days of meditation or unconsciousness just to recover. In combat, this makes him vulnerable if he pushes too far too quickly.

 • Mortal Body, Mortal Pain: Despite Beskar and Armorweave protection, Y/N can still be wounded, poisoned, or exhausted. A blaster bolt to the head is still lethal if he doesn’t sense it in time.

Mental & Emotional Toll:

 • Soulless Drift: The more power he draws on, the less human he becomes. His emotions grow muted, forcing him to fake warmth or empathy to reassure those around him.

 • Fear of Numbness: His wives and allies notice subtle changes — a hollow tone when he speaks, smiles that don’t reach his eyes, a calmness that feels wrong. This creates emotional distance and tension within his relationships.

 • Nightmares & Voices: The Dark Side itself whispers to him when he’s vulnerable, tempting him toward absolute godhood — or threatening to tear his sanity apart if he resists.

Spiritual Risks:

 • Reality Fracture: Using too much raw Force energy can destabilize the very fabric of reality. Mortis warned him that one day, if he loses control, he could unmake entire star systems.

 • The Balance’s Burden: Because he walks between light and dark, Y/N constantly risks being consumed by either side. Too much darkness makes him destructive; too much light leaves him cold and detached.

Tactical Weaknesses:

 • Power Cooldowns: His most devastating attacks (black hole creation, reality-warping, etc.) can’t be used back-to-back. Each use forces a recharge period, leaving him to rely on skill and cunning until he recovers.

 • Target Priority: Every major power move lights up the Force like a beacon. Enemies sensitive to the Force — or those who track its disturbances — can sense his location after such displays.

 • Overconfidence Risk: Though Y/N is disciplined, opponents who know his philosophy can exploit his compassion for others, forcing him to hold back or make difficult moral choices.

Emotional Weak Spots:

 • Attachments: His love for his wives and friends is his core strength — but also his greatest vulnerability. Threats against them can destabilize his control and push him toward catastrophic power surges.

 • Moral Weight: Every time he uses the Force in a way that feels “too much” (killing instantly, rewriting reality), it haunts him. Guilt builds until he questions whether he’s becoming exactly what he swore to fight.

Y/N’s Personal Code:

Y/N’s code would be a delicate balance of discipline, emotion, and power. It would seek to embrace the idea that both the light and the dark sides of the Force are necessary, and that the key to true strength is not in denying either but in mastering both. His beliefs would be grounded in the understanding that the Force is a tool, one that can be wielded responsibly, but also one that must be understood in its entirety, but it is also something that it’s alive, and that responds to every single action and choice and it shapes the Universe because of them. Y/N's code would transcend traditional Jedi or Sith dogma and reflect his own journey of self-awareness, power, and wisdom.

"There is no light without darkness, no darkness without light. Strength grants me power. Power grants me mastery. Mastery grants me peace. I seek freedom through control, for without control there is chaos. Light blinds, darkness corrupts: only balance reveals truth. I fight not for domination, but for harmony. I defend the weak and challenge the strong. I am the protector of light and the warrior of dark."

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Ahsoka Tano — The Fulcrum Knight

Ahsoka Tano’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are the ones from the first set of pictures, just a little bit bigger. Her true tits and ass are the ones from the second set of picture, just way more bigger. Her legs are also way more muscular and thick than shown there. She is portrayed by Rosario Dawson, her lips will sometimes be of a ruby red or a deep dark red lipstick.

Age: 30 - 33 years old (Clone Wars - Revenge of the Sith)

Height: 7’10

Role in the Jedi Order:

Ahsoka enters the Clone Wars already promoted to Knight, no longer bound by the title of apprentice. The Council assigns her as Y/N’s co-commander — officially to balance and observe him, though beneath that, many expect her to judge and report. Yet from the first battle onward, it becomes clear she isn’t the Order’s pawn, but her own Knight. Though loyal to the Jedi, she leans into independence and Grey-tinged philosophy, carving a place between Light and Dark.

Visual Identity — Fulcrum Attire:

She fights as much with presence as with blade. Her armor is sleek, black and crimson with white-silver trims:

 • A phrik-alloy chestplate, sculpted yet protective, with detachable pauldrons bearing the Fulcrum insignia.

 • A high-slit armored skirt layered over leggings, freedom of movement balanced by the crimson sash at her hip.

 • Reinforced vambraces that can parry blasterfire and emit concussive pulses, and gold-accented greaves giving her a regal “warrior-queen” silhouette.

 • A circlet crown rests at the base of her montrals, glowing inscriptions declaring quiet defiance of Jedi uniformity.

Visual Identity — The Veiled Goddess;

Where her armor makes her a warlord and battlefield commander, this attire transforms her into something mythic — a presence that feels both eternal and untouchable. Less steel, more shadow. Less intimidation, more inevitability.

 • Base Garb: Layered robes in midnight black and muted grey, cut for both grace and freedom. The fabric is heavy enough to sway like ceremonial garb, yet slit high at the sides for agility in combat. Beneath, a subtle weave of armor mesh protects without breaking the silhouette.

 • Sash & Accents: A deep crimson sash coils at her waist, knotted off-center. Its trailing ends flicker like banners in motion, a living reminder of the fire she carries within restraint.

 • Shoulders & Sleeves: Sleeves flow wide and long, almost temple-like, but split and staggered to reveal reinforced vambraces beneath. They frame her movements, making each gesture appear deliberate, ritualistic.

 • Hood & Cloak: A voluminous cloak drapes over her frame, crowned by a tall hood. Its fabric bears faint gold embroidery of the Fulcrum insignia — not bright, but smoldering, only catching light at certain angles. When the hood is drawn, her form becomes an enigma: less warrior, more omen.

 • Headpiece: A slim circlet rests at the base of her montrals, silver-etched with delicate runes. Unlike her armored crown, this is understated — a mark of independence and quiet sovereignty.

 • Adornments: Thin gold bands circle her gloves and forearms, more symbolic than practical. When her sabers flare to life, the faint glint across them suggests ritual as much as war.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Fulcrum Blades:

 • Main Saber:

A straight, expertly machined hilt of polished phrik and gunmetal alloy, its profile clean and architectural — segmented grips for traction, a ridged emitter collar, and a compact activation ring built into the guard. Bands of dark composite and a slim crimson inlay give the handle both grip and visual bite without excess ornament. From the emitter springs a crimson-tinged magenta plasma blade: a solid, stable core of light with a faint, controlled ripple and subtle edge-flares that read like restrained heat rather than wild flame. The saber hums with a low, authoritative resonance; precise, efficient, and unmistakably lethal. It’s a tool built for disciplined strikes and deliberate authority — the perfect physical emblem of Ahsoka’s balance between Order, Y/N’s Grey Je’daii ideals, and her own hard-won autonomy.

 • Secondary Saber:

A compact, streamlined hilt of dark alloy and burnished crimson accents, designed for agility and close-quarters control. Its body is slimmer than a standard saber, with subtle etched grooves and inlays that catch the faint glow of its plasma edge. Reinforced emitter rings crown the weapon, built to withstand heavy parries despite its smaller frame. From it emerges a deep crimson-orange blade — steady, radiant, and searing like molten metal fresh from the forge. The glow radiates authority and intensity without the chaotic flicker of unstable crystals. Purpose-built for defense, disarming strikes, and sudden counters, the shoto serves as both shield and dagger. Wielded in her left hand, it amplifies Ahsoka’s unrelenting style: compact, precise, and commanding — turning close combat into a dance of entrapment and dominance.

 • Ceremonial Pike:

A towering, double-handed weapon forged for presence as much as power. Its elongated hilt is finished in a dark metallic alloy, accented with subtle crimson bands that break its sleek uniformity with marks of command. The shaft is balanced and weighty, giving it a stately feel, more akin to a staff of office than a duelist’s weapon. From its emitter extends a black-core plasma blade — a deep, obsidian center wrapped in a searing crimson aura, burning with controlled ferocity. Unlike standard lightsabers, the blade feels less like a tool of combat and more like a banner of authority. Rarely drawn, the pike is reserved for duels of honor, ceremonies of command, or moments when her leadership must be embodied in steel and flame. Its presence alone is enough to still a battlefield; when ignited, it transforms Ahsoka into a living standard — a commander not just obeyed, but revered.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Watcher: She arrives armored and commanding, judging Y/N’s brutal methods while representing the Order.

 • The Witness: Fighting beside him, she sees his compassion, grows attached to his men, and her magenta blade becomes a reflection of her duality.

 • The Challenger: By the end, scarred and unflinching, she no longer hides behind Council shadow — she strides as Y/N’s equal, the Fulcrum between soldier and Jedi, discipline and desire.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Their duality is striking — his shadowed warlord energy matched against her armored Valkyrie presence. On the battlefield, they devastate the enemy. In private, she enjoys reminding him that her teasing dominance can unnerve him more than any war. Their bond is forged in equality, fire, and collision.

 • With Anakin: She is now his peer. He sees in her the freedom the Order never gave him — independent, respected, and unbound.

 • With the Clones: To them, she is Commander Tano — fierce, regal, protective. Her presence is both shield and banner, as she defends their lives against enemy and Council alike.

Bio: Ahsoka is a force unto herself: dominant, experienced, and unafraid to take control, whether in battle or in love. She’s not just confident… she’s deliberate. Every glance she casts at Y/N, every step she takes toward him, is calculated to fluster him and remind him that she is in control, even when he pretends otherwise. She enjoys teasing him. Deeply. She’ll lean in just a bit too close when they’re alone, her breath brushing his skin as she whispers something clever, or vaguely suggestive, just to watch him squirm and blush. She knows the effect she has on him, and she uses it with precision, blending her warrior’s grace with a sultry poise that leaves him breathless. But Ahsoka isn’t cruel. Beneath the teasing dominance is profound loyalty, tenderness, and affection. She may run the show, but she cherishes him for all he is… his strength, his ideals, and especially his moments of quiet hesitation. Y/N’s humility, his struggle to maintain balance in his own power, and the way he reacts to her touch or teasing praise… it all makes her fall deeper, even as she maintains the upper hand. She doesn’t just protect him… she claims him, spiritually and emotionally. Sparring with him becomes a dance of dominance and closeness. Meditations become rituals of shared breath and body language. She encourages his darker urges when they serve his purpose, and reins him back in with commanding words and gentle fingers when needed. And yet, there are times, rare and fleeting, when Y/N surprises her. When he pushes back, emotionally or spiritually, with an intensity that knocks the breath from her lungs. In those moments, she’s the one left speechless, flushed, and shaken by the rare show of assertiveness from her otherwise bashful companion. What they share surpasses mere affection or attraction. It’s elemental, an intertwining of power, faith, and desire. Ahsoka sees in Y/N not just a protector, but a challenge and a partner worthy of her fire. She flirts, she toys, she dominates… but she also listens. Comforts. Grounds him when his darkness threatens to consume him. She doesn’t idolize him because he’s powerful. She adores him because he trembles a little when her hand brushes his chest, and yet still rises to stand beside her when the galaxy calls. Their connection is not built on prophecy… it is built on choice. On shared nights beneath the stars, low words in dimly lit ships, and a bond unshaken by war or temptation. To Ahsoka, Y/N is not a man to be tamed… but a soul to be held, fiercely, completely… and forever.

Hera Syndulla — The Starborn Matron

Hera’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and muscular than the RF images ones while her true legs are way more muscular and slightly more thick than the ones in the other images. Her face is the one in the other images after the RF ones, and her voice is exactly like the one in Star Wars: Rebels.

Age: 35 - 38 years old (Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 7’10

Role in the Jedi Order

Hera Syndulla was never a Council elder nor a servant of ritual — she was the Order’s compass, the quiet navigator of its living current. Where most Jedi sought mastery over the Force through stillness or command, Hera found meaning in motion — in the shifting interplay between will and outcome, choice and consequence. To her, the Force was not an altar to kneel before, but a map to be read and redrawn, a vast tide that rewarded understanding over obedience. Her mastery of astrogation and piloting transcended technique. Each flight path she traced was a form of meditation, every maneuver an act of communion — proof that movement could be devotion, and direction a kind of prayer. When the wars began, Hera did not take to the battlefield as a warrior, but as a keeper of passage. She commanded fleets, coordinated planetary defenses, and ferried refugees through firestorms of faith and ideology. Her bridges became sanctuaries, her command decks temples of discipline and purpose. To the Council, she was Master Syndulla, Keeper of the Navigant Way. To her crews, she was the Matron — the calm in hyperspace, the voice that turned chaos into harmony. It was inevitable that she would side with Y/N. Not because she rejected the Order, but because she understood its next evolution before others dared name it. When balance demanded motion, Hera moved. When the galaxy stagnated, she was already plotting the next route through the storm. Under Y/N’s leadership, she became Grand Marshal of the Concordant Fleet — the luminous arm of the Reforged Jedi that carried light across the shadowed sectors. Not to conquer, but to sustain. Her doctrine endures at the heart of the Reforged creed: “The Force does not command us to stand still. It commands us to arrive.”

Visual Identity — Navigant Armor

Hera’s armor is less a uniform and more a statement of balance — a fusion of command, motion, and quiet divinity. Where others bear the marks of battle, she wears the weight of direction.

Armor & Silhouette:

 • Base Design: A full-length modular combat suit of matte phrik-alloy plates layered over a bodysuit of dusk-gray armorweave. Each plate is shaped to guide light rather than reflect it — smooth, aerodynamic, and quietly regal.

 • Chestplate: Tapered and elongated, embossed with the faint sigil of the Navigant Way — a spiral of concentric lines representing the Force as an infinite route. Gilded accents trace the armor’s seams, forming flowing lines like hyperspace currents.

 • Pauldrons: Asymmetrical — the right broad and shielded, representing defense and command; the left sleek and flexible, representing movement and adaptability.

 • Belt & Utility Mantle: A reinforced belt of dark durasteel supports a long, half-skirt mantle split for mobility. The fabric is deep indigo trimmed in white and gold, trailing like a banner of light.

Color Palette & Materials:

 • Midnight Gray — foundation and clarity of purpose.

 • Indigo & Pearl Gold — balance between darkness and direction.

 • Crimson Inner Lining — the unseen fire of conviction beneath serenity.

Accents & Enhancements:

 • Vambraces: Contain integrated holographic displays and command interfaces, allowing her to direct fleets through the Force as much as through technology.

 • Greaves: Reinforced for planetary landings, engraved with small navigational runes — an unspoken prayer for safe arrival.

 • Cape: A half-cape of sheer armor-mesh, patterned like a starmap. When caught by light or blasterfire, its faint shimmer resembles constellations shifting across her back.

Presence:

When Hera enters a room — or a battlefield — she doesn’t need to raise her voice. The armor itself does it for her. Its lines are meant not to intimidate, but to command gravity — to remind all who see her that this is a woman who charts courses through chaos and never loses her heading. To the clones, she is the Admiral in White, the anchor that keeps fleets from breaking. To the Jedi, she is the Navigator of Balance, a being who moves not to escape, but to arrive where destiny requires her.

Visual Identity — The Starborn Mantle

General Concept

Where her battle armor speaks of direction, The Starborn Mantle speaks of origin. It is a garment not of metal or cloth, but of light woven into fabric — an attire designed for ceremony, meditation, and communion with the Force. Those who behold it often describe her not as walking, but drifting, as if the cosmos itself bends subtly to let her pass.

Structure & Silhouette

 • Base Layer: A sleeveless underrobe of silken armorweave, white as starlight, patterned with fractal lines that shift and shimmer faintly — like celestial coordinates reconfiguring themselves in slow motion.

 • Outer Mantle: A flowing, semi-translucent cloak extending from her collar to the floor, composed of micro-filament lightcloth. Each fold catches illumination like nebulae in motion — deep indigo melting into silver and pearl, then fading to black along the hem. The cloak’s edge trails faint motes of luminous dust, dissipating as she moves — a subtle suggestion of hyperspace wake.

 • Belt & Crest: A metallic sash of gold and cobalt bands wraps around her waist, centered by a sigil of the Navigant Way — a spiral star within an infinite ring. The emblem pulses softly when she draws upon the Force, as if syncing to her heartbeat.

 • Headpiece: An ethereal circlet of phrik-gold shaped like twin wings unfolding from the temples — symbolizing the twin paths of intuition and logic. From its back drapes a sheer veil of light-thread fabric that glows like the Milky Veil itself.

 • Boots & Gauntlets: Minimalist and ceremonial, formed from matte silver material that reflects no light — grounding her ethereal upper form with mortal poise.

Color Palette

 • Starlight White — clarity, purpose, transcendence.

 • Indigo Nebula — the infinite unknown.

 • Pearl Gold — illumination through wisdom.

 • Void Black (accents) — the silence between stars; serenity in the dark.

Symbolism & Presence

The Starborn Mantle is not worn for command or combat. It is worn when Hera communes with the Force, guides wayward Jedi, or presides over the Celestial Conclaves of Zakuul. In this form, she is less a general and more a living constellation — her lekku trailing like streams of comet-light, her presence humbling yet profoundly calm. She is the still axis upon which others orient themselves. Witnesses have said that when she steps beneath starlight, the galaxies seem to shimmer brighter — as though recognizing their mirror.

Aura & Force Impression

 • Force Resonance: Tranquil, gravitational, radiant — her very presence restores navigational certainty to lost ships or troubled minds.

 • Symbolic Alignment: The Living Force in motion; the eternal navigator who never commands the current, only listens to it.

Perception to Others

 • To Jedi: The calm of destiny known but unspoken.

 • To Sith: The unbearable serenity of one who cannot be shaken.

 • To Y/N: The guide whose light he can never quite look away from — not because it blinds him, but because it makes him remember who he is.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Wayfinder Blades

“Stars do not rush to reach their destination. They arrive precisely when the cosmos wills them to.”

— Hera Syndulla, Matron of the Navigant Way

Primary Lightsaber — The Horizon Edge

A masterwork of balance and restraint, Hera’s main weapon is forged from phrik-silver and durasteel composite, the metal polished to a mirror sheen that reflects its surroundings like still water.

 • Hilt Design: Slender and elegantly proportioned, its spine engraved with starmaps from the Ryloth system and the Corellian Run — paths she once navigated as captain before becoming Jedi. The emitter is flared slightly, resembling the widening of a compass needle. A subtle ring of light-blue energy pulses just below the emitter whenever the saber hums to life.

 • Blade: A pale cerulean-white plasma beam with a faint iridescent shimmer — as if flecks of starlight are caught within it. The core remains perfectly stable, but the edges ripple faintly like light refracted on water, echoing her fluid style.

 • Sound Signature: Low, harmonic, and distant — less of a hum and more of a sustained resonance, as though the galaxy itself is breathing through the weapon.

 • Combat Role: Precision and flow. Hera doesn’t overpower; she redirects. Every parry feels like realignment — turning the enemy’s aggression back into the current of the Force. She often uses it one-handed, her movements circular, predictive, and disorienting — an orbital dance rather than a duel.

Secondary Lightsaber — The Null Star Shoto

Her off-hand weapon, shorter and darker, embodies stillness in the face of fury.

 • Hilt Design: Forged from dark gunmetal and treated with an obsidian-like finish. The hilt carries no ornamentation, only a small engraving of the Navigant Spiral — the symbol of absolute focus.

 • Blade: A deep, muted violet-indigo hue — not bright, but dense, almost gravitational. The edges waver faintly, drawing light inward as though the blade consumes rather than emits it.

 • Purpose: Hera wields it in her left hand during close combat or when guiding her main blade through unpredictable patterns. It anchors her stance — the center of gravity to the Horizon Edge’s orbit. Against foes of passion or rage, she uses it defensively, each block absorbing momentum until her opponent’s fury collapses into exhaustion.

The Astral — The Luminous Vector

A ceremonial weapon of staggering presence, reserved for command, ceremony, or duels of honor. Unlike Ahsoka’s Ceremonial Pike, which burns like dominion, Hera’s radiates serenity — a staff of command that speaks through silence.

 • Structure: A singular-bladed lightsaber pike, the Luminous Vector stands nearly two and a half meters tall. Its shaft, forged of phrik alloy veined with embedded light-crystals, gleams with subtle constellations that drift across its surface — a living star map under one’s grasp. The staff portion is long, proportioned for wide stances and grand, deliberate movements rather than quick saber duels. At its crown, a single emitter projects a long plasma blade — elongated and tapering, tinted translucent gold rather than solid. When active, the blade hums not with ferocity but with harmony — a low, resonant tone that vibrates through the air like a sung chord. The counterweight pommel is engraved with an ancient axis sigil — the “line of stillness” — symbolizing perfect balance between command and surrender.

 • Symbolism: The Vector represents the axis mundi — the cosmic pillar binding heaven, earth, and motion. It is not a weapon of aggression, but of alignment. In Hera’s hands, it embodies the philosophy of stillness in motion; every strike aligns with the orbital flow of stars, every parry mirrors the turn of worlds.

 • Presence: Those who encounter her describe the sensation not as intimidation, but gravitation — as if being pulled gently into her field of order. In combat, she does not chase. The Vector extends her will across distance — a sphere of calm authority. Each motion dictates tempo, shaping the battlefield around her center like celestial mechanics.

Distinguishing Traits:

 • Extended Reach: Blade length and staff balance give advantage in control and spacing.

 • Golden Resonance: Emits harmonic undertones that stabilize nearby Force signatures.

 • Ceremonial Authority: Recognized among certain Jedi enclaves as a symbol of serene command.

 • Luminous Veins: Star-crystal inlays glow brighter with Force concentration, marking combat rhythm in constellations.

Additional Gear

 • Navigant Gauntlets: Built-in gravimetric stabilizers allow micro-adjustments mid-strike, giving her perfect control of kinetic flow even in zero-G.

 • Starflare Beacon: A compact projection device mounted on her belt, capable of casting temporary astral illusions — false trajectories, decoy silhouettes, or dazzling bursts of starlight to disorient foes.

 • Holocron Compass: A personal artifact attuned to her Force signature; when held, it projects a faint map of living Force currents across the galaxy — a spiritual navigation device as much as a technological one.

Combat Philosophy — The Orbit of Clarity

Hera’s dueling style is the embodiment of her creed: everything moves, but nothing is lost. She never meets power with power — she becomes the invisible pull that redirects it, turning chaos into order with patient inevitability. To those who fight her, it feels as if time itself slows — each motion deliberate, impossible to predict, yet perfectly placed. To those who follow her, she is the compass that never fails. When the Horizon Edge flares beside the Null Star, she becomes the living constellation: serenity and storm, motion and stillness — the embodiment of the Navigant Way.

Arc Across the War:

The Navigator — Keeper of the Line

When the war ignites, Hera Syndulla is already a prodigy of astral command — her understanding of stellar currents and spatial harmonics allows her to read battles like constellations. But unlike the old Jedi, she does not command from detachment. She believes that control is not separation, but awareness in motion. Under Y/N’s early mentorship, she becomes the Order’s tactical conscience — the one who reminds even the fiercest generals that every star system holds life worth preserving.

 • Relationship to Y/N: She studies him not as a warrior, but as a variable in her equations — unpredictable, gravitational, necessary. He embodies chaos; she charts its rhythm. In him she sees not rebellion, but potential — the possibility that war can birth renewal if its architects learn humility.

 • Symbolism: She is Order without Rigidity, a living map of balance: stillness in motion, structure within change.

The Wayfinder — Voice of The Reforged

As the Senate’s corruption grows, Hera becomes one of the earliest voices to support Y/N’s separation from Republic command. To her, the schism is not betrayal — it’s course correction. The Jedi were never meant to orbit politics; they were meant to chart destiny through the Force itself. Her fleet becomes the prototype of the Grand Army of the Jedi Order — operating independently of the Senate, guided solely by moral calculus and the Force’s flow.

 • Relationship to Y/N: Their connection matures from analysis to resonance. On the field, she mirrors his foresight; off it, she tempers his conviction with perspective. She becomes his “stellar anchor” — the one who reminds him that even visionaries need direction.

 • Transformation: Her once-blue blade evolves into silver-white with faint azure motes — not a color of light, but of reflection. It symbolizes her attunement to the Living Force’s geometry, the quiet structure beneath chaos.

 • Relationship to the Order: She becomes the first to publicly call the Jedi not peacekeepers nor warriors — but navigators of destiny. Her influence leads to the creation of the Division of Astral Warfare, where Force sensitivity and fleet coordination merge into one discipline.

 • Symbolism: Guidance through Renewal. She walks the star-lanes not to conquer, but to connect — a bridge between old Jedi restraint and Y/N’s pragmatic balance.

The Starborn Matron — Axis of the Reforged Order

When the galaxy fractures, Hera does not fall. She becomes the Axis — the central point of calm around which the Reforged Jedi Order finds orientation. To soldiers and young Jedi alike, she is no longer just a commander — she is the living compass of the Force. She transforms her fleet into a network of waystations, refugee corridors, and escort routes for displaced systems. Through her, the Reforged Jedi prove that power can protect without domination — that fleets can become beacons, not weapons.

 • Relationship to Y/N: Their bond now transcends romance or partnership. He is the flame that forges the Order; she is the starlight that keeps it from burning itself away. Together, they represent motion and direction, the eternal duality of the Living Force made manifest.

 • Final Form: Her presence takes on an ethereal gravity. Her skin faintly reflects the light of nearby stars, and her voice resonates with a calm that bends even storms. Those who hear her speak of hyperspace say her words seem to curve around time itself.

 • Legacy: To history, Hera Syndulla is not remembered as a general nor a lover, but as the Starborn Matron — the one who gave the Reforged Jedi their map when the galaxy was lost.

Her Journey, Summarized in Three Words:

Course. Calibration. Continuum.

She is not the fire, nor the wind — she is the celestial compass by which both find purpose. Where Y/N embodies the Force’s will, Hera embodies its trajectory — the reminder that even destiny must know where it’s going.

Relationship Dynamics:

With Y/N — The Axis and the Flame: Their bond is not born of chance, nor of passion’s recklessness. It is a slow, gravitational pull — inevitable once set in motion. Where Y/N embodies change, Hera embodies continuity. His power bends the battlefield, but hers bends the outcome. From the first moment they fight side by side, there is dissonance: his fury burns bright, hers is buried deep beneath calm precision. Yet the more they clash, the more they synchronize. His instincts sharpen under her measured gaze; her restraint gains new purpose in his presence. To Y/N, Hera becomes something he cannot fully name — a mirror, a map, and a mystery. To Hera, he is both danger and destiny: a living equation of the Force she cannot solve but cannot ignore. Their intimacy is subtle but profound. She doesn’t challenge his fire with dominance — she tempers it with gravity. Her touch is deliberate, her words slow and weighted, the kind of tone that can silence a battlefield or still his pulse mid-fury. Where Ahsoka teases and provokes, Hera grounds and commands. When Y/N loses himself, it is Hera’s voice — calm, firm, steady — that calls him back. Yet, for all her serenity, there are moments when he unbalances her. When his vulnerability surfaces — the trembling hand, the quiet breath before violence — something breaks within her discipline. She loves him not despite his chaos, but because it reminds her that even constellations shift. In his arms, she finds not passion’s thrill, but the rarest kind of peace — the kind that terrifies her, because she has never trusted herself to rest.

 • Emotional Dynamic: Hera is the axis of Y/N’s storm. Their connection is mutual reliance — his chaos gives her purpose, her composure gives him direction. Together, they are not lovers of convenience, but inevitability made flesh.

 • Spiritual Dynamic: He reaches toward transcendence; she ensures he returns to the living. Where Ahsoka embodies the fire that tests him, Hera is the gravity that defines his orbit — the center he cannot drift too far from without losing shape.

 • Symbolism: Their love mirrors the Force itself: motion and stillness intertwined, infinite and cyclical. They are not meant to burn together… yet neither can exist as they were before the other.

With the Jedi Order — The Celestial Rationalist: Hera’s relationship with the Jedi is not defiance — it is reinterpretation. Where the old Order sought stillness through obedience, she finds it through comprehension. To her, the Force is not law, but geometry — a living constellation of motion, consequence, and balance. The Council once called her “difficult to categorize.” They were correct. Hera does not break their code; she expands its syntax. She believes the Force was never meant to be worshipped as doctrine, but understood as movement — its truth shifting with the needs of the moment, like a vessel adjusting course through solar tides. Under Y/N’s guidance, she learns that clarity comes not from denial of darkness, but from learning its trajectory. Morality, she teaches, is navigation: to chart the stars of intention, consequence, and choice — and to sail them without fear. By the end of the war, she no longer stands as a subordinate of the Council, nor a rebel against it — but as its evolution. The Reforged Jedi see in her a template: serenity with agency, order with motion, faith with flexibility. Her loyalty remains to the Jedi, but only as long as the Jedi remain loyal to truth.

 • Symbolism: The Order once called her “the calm before the storm.” They never understood — she was the axis of it. The eye through which chaos learns direction, and peace remembers to move.

With the Clones — The Matron of the Navigant Way: To her soldiers, Hera is not merely a commander — she is the map come to life. Where others lead through orders, she leads through presence. Her voice steadies hands mid-combat; her composure becomes ritual. They speak of her in reverent tones: “The General doesn’t just fight beside you — she finds you.” Every fallen trooper is recorded in her personal charts, their designations replaced with constellations in her private codex. She remembers them all. When morale falters, she speaks of stars — not in metaphor, but in promise: that each lost soul adds another light to the sky that guides the living. To the clones, she is not myth or messiah, but something rarer — a leader who remembers their names.

 • Symbolism: If Y/N’s presence is fire and shadow, Hera’s is navigation and light — the promise that even in the dark, there remains a point of return.

Summary — The Constant and the Catalyst

Y/N’s storm makes Hera feel alive. Hera’s stillness makes Y/N feel human. Between them lies the impossible balance the Force itself strives for — a convergence not of opposites, but of absolutes. She is not his shadow, nor his savior. She is the axis around which his universe learns to move.

Bio: There are leaders who command by rank, others by fear — and then there is Hera Syndulla, who commands by inevitability. Born under Ryloth’s twin suns but tempered in the cold expanse between stars, she became something rarer than a warrior or a saint — a woman the galaxy orbits without realizing it does. In her youth, she charted hyperspace lanes and dreamed of distant horizons. But war redefined navigation for her — no longer maps and routes, but hearts, choices, and fates. She learned that true leadership isn’t control; it’s alignment. The ability to make others move without being pushed. Hera doesn’t speak often, yet when she does, the galaxy listens. Her voice carries quiet authority — not raised, never pleading, but absolute. There’s no anger in her restraint, only a certainty that bends will without breaking it. She is beautiful not because she glows, but because she holds still while others burn. To the Council she was “Master Syndulla, Matron of the Navigant Way.” To those who served under her, she was simply the Admiral: the calm that turned panic into purpose. Hera’s power has never been in spectacle. Her mastery lies in poise — a gaze that steadies, a silence that demands truth. Where others use the Force as storm or blade, she uses it as tide — folding reality gently until it yields. In her presence, even Y/N — who has stood unshaken before gods — feels his pulse slow, his certainty falter. He knows she will not obey him, nor follow him; she will simply be, and he will adjust his orbit accordingly. Their bond is a paradox: he is the Force made flesh, and she, its quiet compass. He burns with creation and collapse; she endures, luminous and unmovable, until even his chaos finds rhythm. When his power threatens to unmake him, she does not plead restraint — she commands stillness. Her touch is not comfort but correction, her voice not soft but sovereign: “Breathe. The galaxy already kneels. You don’t need to.” In her eyes, Y/N finds not submission, but judgment — and through judgment, balance. She knows his strength, but more importantly, his limits. And when he reaches for her in defiance, it is she who decides when to let him fall, and when to catch him. Her dominance is not loud, nor cruel; it is the serenity of inevitability — the quiet truth that even the brightest stars must follow an orbit. The Jedi call her Starborn, a title she never claims. Y/N calls her something rarer: the horizon he cannot cross. For in every life, there is one presence that defines direction — not through chains, but through certainty. Hera Syndulla is that presence. The constant. The map. She is not fire, nor shadow, nor storm. She is the silence that commands them all to move.

Bo-Katan Kryze - Mand’alor

Bo-Katan’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are just a little more bigger than showed here, while her true tits and ass are just a bit more bigger than Hera's ones. Her legs are also much more muscular and thick Hera’s. Her lips are more plumper than showed here and she has a more dark red lipstick.

Age: 35 years old (Attack of The Clones) 35-38 years old (Clone Wars Season 1 - 7 - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 8’4

Bio: Bo-Katan doesn’t flirt like others. She invades. She looms above Y/N with a wry smirk, whispering sharp compliments that sound like orders. She traces a finger down the side of his face without asking, stares into his eyes until he has to look away, and enjoys how his voice falters when she calls him mesh’la in that deep, smoky Mandalorian lilt. With most, she is distant and cold. With Y/N, she is heat incarnate. She treats him not like a toy, but a prize. Something she’s claimed through battle and loyalty. Her affections are physical, commanding, and unapologetically intense. She grabs his collar when she wants him close. She lifts him into her lap when he needs “disciplining.” And when he speaks boldly, when his power shows through, she smiles in a way that suggests he just earned a reward. Still, this is not hollow dominance. Bo-Katan doesn’t simply want to rule Y/N… she wants to own his heart, as he owns hers. She falls for him slowly, almost reluctantly. But once she does, she’s relentless. Fiercely loyal. Intimately protective. She would slaughter moons for him, not because he’s weak, but because she refuses to let the galaxy touch what’s hers. And while she teases his bashfulness, she craves those moments when he surprises her, when he turns her dominance on its head with a well-timed word, or a rare flicker of aggression that leaves her knees weak and her voice caught in her throat. Y/N is the only one who ever made her feel wanted instead of used, who touched the parts of her soul even she had armored. Their relationship is a war of heat and affection. Bo-Katan pushes. Y/N pulls. She dominates with strength, but melts under his tenderness. Their nights are not just physical, but emotionally charged, filled with whispered promises and slow, powerful touches. She doesn’t always say “I love you.” She shows it… with every possessive embrace, every battle-scar she lets him kiss, every moment she lowers her guard only for him. Bo-Katan does not love like a woman. She loves like a Mand’alor. And Y/N? He is her most sacred creed.

Koska Reeves

Koska’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are a bit more bigger than shown here in the pictures, while her true tits and ass are the same as the ones of Bo-Katan. Her legs are also identical, speaking of muscularity and thickness, to the ones of Bo-Katan. Her voice is obviously the one from The Mandalorian show and her lips are slightly more plumper.

Age: 33 years old (Attack of the Clones) 33-37 old (Clone Wars Season 1 - 7 - Revenge of the Sith)

Height: 8’2

Bio: Koska is a blade that knows when to become velvet. On the battlefield, she’s brutal, unapologetically efficient, even cold to those who deserve no mercy. But the moment her eyes land on Y/N, everything changes. Not in her strength, but in her intention. He awakens something in her she never expected to feel, something that quietly terrifies her at first: a bond. One so deeply intimate, she can feel his presence like a second heartbeat. Where Bo-Katan dominates like a queen, Koska’s dominance is quieter, but no less powerful. She takes command not just with words, but with physical closeness, long stares, and touches that linger too long. When she teases Y/N, it’s not for fun, it’s to claim. She leans close with a voice like smoke, whispers Mandalorian in his ear, and traces her fingers along his jaw just to watch him squirm beneath her heat. She doesn’t flirt for attention. She flirts because he belongs to her. But Koska’s real power lies in the fact that… despite her assertiveness, her towering figure, and her flawless combat record… she loves with honesty. With care. She’s gentle with Y/N when no one else is looking. She wraps her arms around him during quiet hours, buries her face in his shoulder, and tells him without shame that she’s not letting him go. She doesn’t fall into love like others do. She dives. Full force. Full soul. And when Y/N surprises her with his strength, whether emotionally or in battle, she doesn’t deny the way her heart races. She wants his power. Needs his gentleness. And every time he blushes under her gaze, it only cements her desire to protect him… with her body, her blades, and her heart. Koska doesn’t share easily. Not with her past. Not with her emotions. But Y/N? He never pried. He just stood beside her… quietly, unwavering. That’s what broke her walls. That’s what made her trust. Their bond is more than physical, it’s spiritual. She senses his mood shifts even before he speaks. She knows when to challenge him, when to smother him in affection, and when to simply hold him tight. She doesn’t hesitate to sit him down, press her lips to his, and tell him that no matter what power he wields, she’s the one who chose him. And in the heat of battle or the silence of a shared room, she reminds him of that again and again… through action, through closeness, through love that burns like fire but never scars. Koska Reeves doesn’t need to conquer planets to prove her strength. She conquered a god instead… and she calls him hers.

Trilla Suduri - Jedi Knight

Trilla’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits are much more bigger than shown in the first five pictures, her restrained ass is just a little bit bigger than Ahsoka’s. Her true tits and ass are way more bigger than shown from the sixth to the last picture. Her legs are also way more muscular and thick than shown in those images. Her voice is the one from Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order.

Age: 30-33 years old (Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 7’11

Role in the Jedi Order:

Trilla Suduri embodies the Reforged Jedi’s most dangerous principle — that even the shadow has its place in the light. Once a prodigy too intense for the Old Council’s comfort, Trilla’s emotions were branded as liabilities. But in Y/N’s Order, they became assets — the fire that tempers compassion with conviction. She is both weapon and warning: a reminder that suppression breeds darkness, but balance breeds mastery. Among the Reforged Council, Trilla serves as Sentinel of the Veil, an operative who navigates moral grey zones the old Jedi would never touch. Her missions often involve psychological warfare, infiltration, and the dismantling of Sith influence from within — but always guided by restraint and purpose. To the younger Jedi, she is both terrifying and magnetic: proof that redemption is not earned by denial, but by discipline.

Visual Identity — The Umbral Sentinel:

Her armor is a study in controlled fury — restrained elegance wrapped around volcanic intent.

 • Chest & Plating: Matte black phrik armor with faint crimson veins that pulse when she channels the Force. The design mirrors cracked volcanic stone, symbolizing strength born from inner tension.

 • Pauldrons: Angular, asymmetrical, engraved with ancient Togrutan script of protection — a quiet nod to Shaak Ti’s influence in her training.

 • Cape: Short and torn, dyed in deep violet-gray. It moves like smoke, vanishing into her silhouette mid-combat.

 • Vambraces: Reinforced with subtle energy emitters that deflect blaster fire in bursts rather than constant fields — tactical and precise.

 • Greaves & Boots: Reinforced phrik mesh with light repulsor-assist for acrobatic leaps and sudden directional shifts.

When she walks, her armor barely makes a sound. Silence is her aura — not peace, but predation mastered.

Visual Identity — The Silent Flame:

When unarmored, Trilla is haunting — serenity carved from shadow.

 • Outer Robes: Deep gray layered over muted wine-red undercloth, the color of cooled ember.

 • Hood & Cowl: Draped high, shadowing her eyes but never her intent; she wears secrecy as ceremony.

 • Sash: Midnight crimson, embroidered with the Reforged Order’s sigil — balance split by flame.

 • Accessories: A simple wrist charm of obsidian and kyber crystal, gifted by Y/N, grounding her during meditation and temptation alike.

Her robes project calm — not to soothe others, but to cage the storm within.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Wound’s Kiss:

 • Design: A double-bladed saberstaff, slender and balanced like a dancer’s weapon — yet forged for war. Crafted from blackened phrik alloy scarred by heat-forging, the hilt bears faint crimson inscriptions that pulse with life when ignited. Each emitter is capped with a subtle vent, releasing threads of steam when the blades clash — a visual echo of control restraining fury. The weapon was born during her self-imposed exile after the Siege of Rhen Var — a synthesis of rage and reflection.

 • Blade Color: Deep crimson-violet, neither Sith red nor Jedi amethyst — a hybrid hue born from a kyber she once bled and later purified. The blade hums with a strange dual frequency: one resonant, one whispering. To attuned ears, it sounds like two halves of one soul in conversation.

 • Technique: Her combat style fuses Djem So’s grounded counterattacks with the unpredictable grace of Jar’Kai, adapted for a saberstaff. Her strikes are tight, not showy — every rotation a test of control. In combat, she seems to orbit her enemies, flowing between offense and defense with terrifying composure. Each movement is deliberate, every spin an act of meditation through motion.

 • Symbolism: “The Wound’s Kiss” is not a weapon of penance, but of acceptance. The twin blades represent the reconciliation of her divided self — light and shadow in perpetual, harmonious tension. It remembers the wound… and honors the scar.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Broken Mirror: At the dawn of the Clone Wars, Trilla wrestles with mistrust from the Old Council, her emotions branded dangerous. Y/N’s acceptance shatters that exile, and for the first time, she finds belonging without suppression.

 • The Shadow’s Edge: During the War’s height, Trilla leads infiltration units deep behind Separatist lines, dismantling Sith cults and psychological warfare divisions. Her methods — surgical, silent, devastating — become legend.

 • The Flame Tempered: By the end of the war, Trilla stands transformed — neither Sith nor Jedi of the old ways, but something forged between. She becomes the Reforged’s emblem of emotional mastery through honesty, not denial.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Their connection runs deeper than a dyad — more like two scars healing together. Y/N never tried to change her; he simply saw her. Around him, she learns to wield love without fear. She teases him sometimes, but every word is a probe — testing the limits of his understanding, his patience, his conviction. And when he meets her edge with calm certainty, she falls a little further.

 • With Ahsoka: Mutual respect grounded in discipline. Ahsoka challenges Trilla’s cynicism; Trilla tempers Ahsoka’s idealism. Together, they define what the new generation of Jedi could become.

 • With Shaak Ti: The quiet mentorship between them is profound. Shaak Ti teaches her control through stillness, Trilla teaches Shaak Ti passion through honesty. Their training duels are rituals of mutual recognition.

 • With Revan: A strange mirror. Revan sees his past in her volatility; she sees her future in his mastery. They debate philosophy endlessly — she in fire, he in frost.

Bio: Trilla is a paradox in motion… serene yet seething, composed yet volatile. Her inner darkness has always been at odds with the Jedi teachings, a constant battle the Council has monitored with thinly veiled unease. They often saw her potential for danger, but rarely her capacity for love. Y/N, however, saw everything. Not just her skill. Not just her volatility. But the sorrow buried deep beneath the surface. He never judged her for the anger she carried, he understood it. And for Trilla, that understanding was more powerful than any lightsaber. It was the first time someone didn’t try to “fix” her, but chose her as she was. They met during a joint operation, a tense mission that pushed both of them to their limits. Trilla watched him in awe… not because of raw strength, but because of the way he led with empathy and silent wisdom, even when under fire. It unsettled her… and intrigued her. In private, Trilla is fiercely protective of Y/N, even possessive. She doesn’t take kindly to threats near him, and her quiet stoicism often masks deep jealousy when others draw too close. Around him, though, her guard softens in subtle but meaningful ways: a hand on his shoulder a second longer than necessary, a look that holds too much meaning in too little time, or a whispered truth shared only in the dark. She can be sultry and teasing, but it’s calculated, like a test she’s daring him to pass. And when he does, when he surprises her with emotional boldness or unexpected tenderness, it catches her off-guard in a way no blade ever could. He makes her feel, deeply, and it scares her almost as much as it empowers her. Their bond eventually transcends Jedi tradition, deeper than a Force Dyad, more dangerous than attachment. Trilla doesn’t fall in love like others. She anchors herself in it. Her devotion is intense, unwavering, and eternal. When she touches Y/N through the Force, it’s not just emotion… it’s fusion. Her power increases alongside his, her intuition sharpened, her purpose clearer. And though her edges remain sharp, with Y/N she learns not just to wield her darkness… but to balance it.

Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura & Shaak Ti - Jedi Masters

Luminara‘s appearance changes: Her restrained tits are just a little bit bigger than the ones in the first picture, her restrained ass is just a bit bigger than Bo-Katan’s. Her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones of Barriss. Her legs are much more muscular and thick than shown in the picture, a bit more than Trilla’s. Her lips are slightly more plumper.

Aayla’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are just a bit more bigger than the ones shown in the pictures, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than Hera’s. Her legs are also a bit more muscular and thick than Hera’s. Her lips are slightly more plumper than shown in the picture.

Shaak-Ti’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass while clothed are like the ones shown in the last picture, her ass is just a bit more bigger than Ahsoka’s. Her restrained tits and ass while not clothed are like the ones shown in the pictures above the last one, just a bit bigger. Her true tits and ass are way more bigger than Ahsoka’s, her legs are also much more muscular and thick than Ahsoka’s. Her voice is the form the Clone Wars show 2008-2020.

Age of Shaak-Ti: 47 years old (Phantom Menace) 57-60 years old (Attack of The Clones, Clone Wars and Revenge of The Sith)

Age of Luminara: 42 years old (Phantom Menace). 52-55 years old (Attack of The Clones, Clone Wars and Revenge of The Sith)

Age of Aayla: 30 years old (Phantom Menace) 40-43 years old (Attack of The Clones, Clone Wars and Revenge of the Sith)

Height of the three: 8’4

Aayla Secura — The Sultry Enforcer

Role in the Jedi Order:

Aayla Secura embodied contradiction — discipline clothed in allure, serenity cloaked in command. Known by soldiers as the Velvet Fang, she did not demand obedience, she inspired it. Her confidence silenced war rooms, her presence steadied legions. Both dancer and duelist, scholar and storm, Aayla was proof that elegance itself could be a weapon.

Visual Identity — The Enforcer’s Regalia

 • Cropped armored corset of obsidian leather, daring yet practical.

 • High-waisted combat leggings reinforced with armor, designed for acrobatics.

 • A sheer, slit half-skirt flowing from the hip — a reimagined Twi’lek heritage into battlefield flourish.

 • Long vambraces, thigh-high armored boots, and crisscrossing holsters framing her form in strength.

 • A circlet along her lekku — heritage redefined into sovereignty.

Her silhouette in battle was unmistakable: flowing silk at the edges, steel at the core.

Lightsaber — The Velvet Fang

 • Hilt: Compact, curved obsidian alloy with midnight leather grip threaded with faint sapphire shimmer.

 • Emitter: Flared, sensual, lekku-inspired curves; vent ridges release heat shimmer like an exhale.

 • Blade: Deep violet-blue, hovering between Jedi serenity and mysterious allure. Its ripple shimmer was famed — like moonlight across velvet.

 • Presence: Its hum was softer, elongated — a whisper before the storm.

Symbolic Aura:

To see Aayla fight was to witness inevitability. She made hesitation fatal. She became not only a Jedi Master but an archetype: the paradox embodied. Grace lethal. Allure commanding. Inevitability personified.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Clones: Revered, feared, adored — they followed her like a storm they wished to survive.

 • With the Council: Admired, though unsettling — she commanded respect by existing beyond the expected.

 • With Y/N: She recognized in him gravity others mistook for danger. Her challenges were not temptations, but revelations: helping him discover the force of his own presence.

Luminara Unduli — The Emerald Sentinel

Role in the Jedi Order:

Luminara was the embodiment of control: serene, exact, and unwavering. Where Aayla brought allure and Shaak Ti mysticism, Luminara stood as the quiet bastion of order. Soldiers described her not as fiery nor flamboyant, but as inevitability carved in stone. To her Padawan and peers, she was the teacher of discipline. To her enemies, she was the glacier — silent, measured, and unstoppable.

Visual Identity — The Sentinel’s Vestments

 • Flowing black robes trimmed with emerald green, ceremonial yet practical.

 • Close-fitted tailored top with subtle ribbing, lending regal but ready form.

 • Silver inlays running as geometric Mirialan patterns across seams, anchoring heritage and devotion.

 • Broad leather belt with silver-green clasp; saber hilt etched in elegant geometry.

 • Traditional veil reimagined — layered black-and-green with faint embroidery, framing her with ceremonial grace.

She moved like a monolith draped in order, a living emblem of measured serenity.

Lightsaber — The Emerald Fang

 • Hilt: Slim, polished silver with black inlays engraved in Mirialan geometry.

 • Emitter: Angular, crown-like shroud, emerald filigree catching her blade’s glow.

 • Activation: Inset green crystal stud, refined like her presence.

 • Blade: Pure green, but deepened into rich emerald — less brightness, more depth.

Symbolic Aura:

Luminara’s presence was not loud; it was inevitable. She commanded not through allure or mysticism, but through the quiet authority of stillness. Her power lay in being unshakable. Where others burned, she endured.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Barriss Offee: Patient, guiding, a model of discipline and responsibility.

 • With the Council: The archetype of control — she set the standard others were judged against.

 • With Y/N: She recognized in him not danger, but kinship. Her guidance was slow, deliberate — an invitation to stillness. She was less fire than stone: offering him foundation rather than flame.

Shaak Ti — The Silent Flame

Role in the Jedi Order:

Shaak Ti was the Council’s mystic — priestess and general, teacher and warrior. Known as the Silent Flame, she commanded with composure, her calm presence revered by clones and peers alike. To stand in her presence was to feel devotion; to hear her speak was to feel purpose.

Visual Identity — The Flame’s Mantle

 • Streamlined robes of obsidian black, layered with ashen-gray coat.

 • Mantle-style collar framing her montrals and lekku, giving her statuesque silhouette.

 • Crimson accents hidden in inner folds — visible only in motion, echoing her Togruta heritage.

 • Plated vambraces etched with flowing geometry; broad belt with silver starburst clasp.

 • Shoulder ridges suggesting strength without losing grace.

She appeared less warrior than priestess, but her presence in battle radiated inexorable authority.

Lightsaber — The Silent Flame

 • Hilt: Elongated, fluted design with ivory-like curves; silver etchings catching the light.

 • Blade: Canonical blue — but deepened by aura, glowing like sacred fire.

 • Presence: A regal hum, steady and unwavering, heard as much as felt.

Symbolic Aura:

Shaak Ti was reverence in motion. She was not fire unbound, but flame contained: steady, controlled, eternal. To soldiers, she was prayer embodied — guiding, unshaken, and sacred.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With the Clones: They revered her as priestess and protector — her battalion more congregation than army.

 • With the Council: The embodiment of restraint, wisdom, and spiritual guidance.

 • With Y/N: Where he burned with youth, she steadied him with timeless gravity. Their bond felt less like rebellion than prophecy: teacher and student drawn into alignment, flame guided by silence.

Bio of Aayla: Aayla Secura was the kind of Jedi the galaxy couldn’t look away from. Not just because of her combat brilliance, though she was devastating in battle, a flowing storm of blue and light… but because of the quiet power she carried in every movement. Graceful. Lethal. Irresistibly present. She never needed to raise her voice to command a legion. One look, and even the most stubborn generals would fall silent, straightening under her gaze. She radiated an authority that wasn’t loud… it was inevitable. She was the galaxy’s paradox: a Jedi who fought with pure discipline… and moved with devastating allure. But beneath the calm, behind the smiles and tactical brilliance, there was a hunger she kept hidden. A part of her that longed, not for indulgence, but for connection. For a bond she could let consume her. For a partner strong enough to see her, touch her, and not fear what burned behind her eyes. And then she saw Y/N. It began in silence. A meeting. A glance. A stillness in the Force that tugged at her, low and deep in her chest. He was young, then. Rough-edged. Power barely harnessed. But Aayla saw what the others didn’t: not just potential or danger, but gravity. Destiny. And she wanted to orbit him, to test him, to see if the fire he carried could burn with hers. At first, she was gentle. Protective, even. She teased him with warm glances, half-smiles, brushes of her fingers that could be explained away as nothing. But Y/N wasn’t oblivious. He felt her. And she knew he felt her. So, she pushed. She leaned in closer than she needed to. She spoke low, her voice a caress wrapped in velvet heat. She trained with him in private, lightsabers clashing in rhythm, breath meeting breath, watching him falter under her proximity, arousal mixed with awe. Aayla wasn’t just seductive… she was in control. Every word, every touch, every subtle smirk was precise. She made wanting her feel like gravity. Inevitable. Inescapable. Not because she forced it, but because he craved her. Craved her understanding. Her authority. Her softness wrapped in steel. She claimed him slowly. Her hands never rushed. Her kisses were earned, whispered into the crook of his neck when the lights dimmed, when only the Force and their breathing filled the air. And when she did take him? It wasn’t frantic. It was ritual, dominance wrapped in sensual grace. She made him beg without words. She made him worship without command. And Y/N, powerful as he was, loved it. Because Aayla was never cruel. She didn’t dominate to control, she dominated to reveal. To strip away the layers until he stood before her bare, not in body, but in soul. And in return, he gave her something no Jedi, no soldier, no living being had ever dared offer her: Total emotional surrender. With Y/N, Aayla felt safe enough to unravel. He saw the woman behind the general… the longing, the vulnerability, the parts of her no one dared touch. And when she let him in? He didn’t flinch. He held her. Worshipped her. Made her laugh in the dark. They weren’t loud about their bond. They didn’t need to be. It lived in stolen looks across the battlefield. In the way she brushed his jaw with the back of her knuckle when no one was looking. In the way he instinctively stepped behind her when she fought… not to protect her, but because he knew she’d always be at the front. Now, she belongs to no one but him, and everyone knows it. Clones step aside when she walks by. Jedi hesitate before speaking to her when Y/N is near. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to. Because when Aayla Secura wants something? She claims it with elegance. She owns it with silence. She keeps it with devotion that borders on obsession. And when she loves, she becomes something more dangerous than any Sith could ever dream of: A woman with nothing to prove… and everything to protect. And Y/N? He is hers. Utterly. Unapologetically. Eternally.

Bio of Shaak Ti: Shaak Ti moved through the galaxy like a whispered prayer… graceful, revered, and untouchable. Her discipline was unmatched, her composure legendary. Clones revered her, Jedi respected her, and even the Force itself seemed to bend gently around her calm. She was elegance defined… a teacher, a warrior, and in her silence, a mystery. But beneath the stillness… was heat. There was always something hidden in her gaze… something ancient, something hungry. She had mastered the art of restraint, but never stopped feeling. Never stopped yearning. Not for power, not for control… but for connection. The kind that comes with understanding. With surrender. With touch. And then Y/N entered her life. He was young then, raw and restless, fire barely harnessed beneath a calm exterior. When she first saw him, there was no lust. Just a pull. A sense. As though the Force had marked him as hers long before he was born. She watched him grow, not just in skill, but in presence. He filled every room he entered. Not with noise, but gravity. Her affection evolved with him. What began as a protective warmth became fascination. Admiration. Desire. And with time… she allowed herself to feel it. Shaak Ti didn’t flirt. She invoked. Her touch was minimal, a hand on his shoulder, a brush of fingers during training, but each moment was charged. Intentionally slow. Studied. The way her lips curved as she looked at him. The way her voice dropped ever so slightly when she spoke his name. She didn’t need to say what she wanted… he felt it. Around him, she became more than a Jedi Master. She became a living seduction. Not crude, not overt… but spiritual. A high priestess of intimacy. Her dominance was not loud; it was devotional. Her every command laced with warmth and inevitability. She didn’t just want his body, she wanted his trust, his mind, his soul. And when they were alone… she took her time. She explored him not with haste, but with reverence, as if learning him. Worshipping every reaction. Every breath. She spoke in soft whispers… sometimes Togruti, sometimes Basic… but always laced with heat. Her voice was like velvet across his skin, her hands like silk and starlight. She knew when to be tender. And when to claim. And Y/N? He melted for her. Because with Shaak Ti, there was no fear. No shame. Only the beautiful ache of being seen, wanted, and guided. She unlocked the parts of him even he didn’t understand… the longing to submit to someone who cherished him, not because he was powerful… but because he was hers. Their bond became sacred. Not loud, not public… but cosmic. A quiet temple built between glances, whispers, and nights spent tangled in sheets and breath and soul-deep trust. In her arms, he found peace. In his surrender, she found freedom. And in their love, they broke the Jedi Code not as rebels… but as believers in something far older and far more true. When Shaak Ti gave herself to Y/N, it wasn’t just physical. It was ritual. A woman of silence who finally let herself burn. And she burns only for him.

Bio of Luminara: Luminara Unduli was a force unlike any other. She didn’t shout. She didn’t demand. She simply existed, and the galaxy adjusted. In war, she was a monolith of focus… her blade moved like water, her steps deliberate, her emotions sealed behind layers of discipline. To most, she was cold. Reserved. Intimidating in the way a glacier is: beautiful, vast… untouchable. But few ever saw beneath that surface. Fewer still knew what burned inside. She gave her trust like one might offer a sacred relic… rarely, and only to those who proved themselves with patience, conviction, and clarity of soul. Her padawan, Barriss Offee, was one of those few. And then… there was Y/N. The moment she saw him, the man he would become, walking into the Council chambers with that quiet storm in his eyes… something inside her shifted. It wasn’t lust. Not at first. It was recognition. A feeling in the Force. A pull as old as the stars. She felt a kind of kinship, almost maternal at first… watching him from a distance, gently guiding him with rare words of wisdom, always careful to maintain her distance. She saw in him a purity of intent… a struggle for control she understood all too well. But as Y/N grew… his voice deepening, his presence sharpening, his mastery of power blossoming… Luminara’s feelings began to evolve. What once was protectiveness… became longing. And what once was calm detachment… became desire, slow and searing. Unlike others, Luminara never flirted. She invited. A look. A tilt of her head. A hand on his shoulder that lingered just long enough. She would step just slightly into his space, speak to him just a little lower than necessary, her gaze unwavering… and every time, Y/N shivered beneath her calm intensity. She didn’t chase him. She waited for him to come to her. Because she knew he would. He always did. Behind closed doors, Luminara was no less disciplined… but now her precision had another purpose. Her touches were slow, controlled. Her voice was still soft, but edged with something darker… something commanding. She didn’t need to raise her tone. Not when she whispered in his ear, “Kneel.” Not when she gently undressed him with hands steadier than any blade she’d ever held. Not when she straddled his lap with that same serene gaze, and watched his restraint crumble. Her dominance wasn’t wild or fiery. It was measured. Ceremonial. Intimate. Unyielding. She studied Y/N the way one might study a sacred text… reverent, but never afraid to trace every hidden meaning. He was hers. Not through seduction. But through devotion earned. Obedience inspired. Desire commanded by presence alone. And in return, Y/N gave her what no Jedi ever dared offer: A place to feel. A reason to break her own silence. With him, Luminara allowed herself to exhale. To let her mask slip. To feel pleasure, vulnerability, and love with no shame. Their bond was an unspoken vow. Not loud. Not flamboyant. Just… unchangeable. She touched his face like it was holy. She kissed him like meditation. She claimed him like prophecy. Now, she belongs to him… and yet somehow, he belongs even more to her. In battle, she defends him without hesitation. In private, she worships him through stillness and dominance when she pulls him beneath her with unmatched authority. To the galaxy, she is the image of control. But only Y/N sees the truth: Beneath the robes, beneath the layers of discipline… Luminara Unduli is not cold. She is fire… silent, slow, eternal. And she burns for him alone.

Padmé Amidala - Queen of Naboo & Senator of Naboo

Padmé's appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are more bigger than shown here in the pictures, and they are even bigger than the ones of Leia, way bigger. Her true tits, ass and legs are way more bigger, muscular and thick than the ones shown in the last three pictures. This in the images are the maximum amount she can restrain in her Senator outfit and civilian clothes, although they are even bigger than it's showed here. Her lips are more plumper than showed here, and she will have a dark red lipstick. The outfits she has in the pictures are just the outfits for when she has to tease and being intimate with Y/n.

Age: 15 years old (Phantom Menace) 25-28 years old (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of the Sith)

Height: 5’2 (Phantom Menace) 7’10 (Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Bio: Padmé Naberrie Amidala is a woman of soul-bound conviction. She has ruled as a queen, led in the Senate, and faced countless assassination attempts without ever losing her grace. Even as a teenager, her clarity of thought, unshakable will, and natural leadership stunned the Republic’s highest powers. She is deeply empathetic, politically brilliant, and often more courageous than the Jedi sent to protect her. But beneath the dignity and diplomacy lies a heart capable of deep, ferocious love, a side she hides from most of the galaxy. When Padmé loves, it is not delicate. It is not fleeting. It consumes her. And that brings us to Y/N. Padmé first met Y/N as a young queen, a quiet, humble boy whose eyes carried the storm of something ancient… something she couldn’t name. Where others overlooked him, Padmé sensed a weight to his soul. Even as a child, he spoke with purpose. Acted with honor. Moved with an intuition that rivaled Jedi Knights. He didn’t beg for her attention, he was simply kind without asking anything in return. That’s what drew her in. Years passed, and their paths diverged… until he returned, grown, cloaked in silence, battle-worn, and now a Jedi Knight, one of the most disciplined and powerful Jedi Knights. But he was no boy. He stood in front of her with a gaze so intense it seemed to peel away every mask she wore. And when she learned he was to be her protector… something stirred. No longer restrained by politics or age, Padmé could feel the force between them, deeper than attraction, older than logic. But she didn’t just stand still. No. She pressed forward. Subtly, carefully… but undeniably. She would wear her finest silks in his presence. Speak in lowered tones. Smirk and wink at him only when he was looking. Let her fingers brush along his arm or his hand just a bit longer when looking to a beautiful sunset. Sometimes, her eyes would linger. And when he looked away first… she smiled. It wasn’t a game. It was destiny, slow, smoldering, and impossible to ignore. She is not ashamed to use her sensuality with him, not as a weapon, but as a truth. She knows what she wants. And even if he doesn’t admit it yet… she knows he wants her too. Her love for Y/N is not born of lust, but of reverence. He is the one man who does not treat her as a queen, a senator, or an ideal, but as a woman. He sees her burdens, not just her beauty. He protects her, not because she is fragile, but because he refuses to let her fall. And in return, she is fiercely protective of him. Possessive, even. Padmé Amidala will cross galaxies for her people… but she will tear down empires for him.

Satele Shan - Grandmaster of the Jedi Order in The Old Republic

(Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than shown in the pictures, while her true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Farah’s, while her legs are slightly more muscular and thick than Padme’s. Her face is the one in the fourth picture with her lips slightly more plumper and her voice is the one from SWTOR.)

Age: 57-60 years old (Clone Wars Season 4 - 7 - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 7’11

Bio: Satele Shan was not just a Jedi, she was history given form. Heir to Revan and Bastila, she carried their bloodline and their burdens into an age of fire. She led with clarity, fought with ferocity, and bore titles like others bore scars: Grandmaster, warrior, negotiator, living symbol of the Jedi Order’s endurance. Entire armies measured their hope against her presence. Entire generations whispered her name like a shield against the dark. When the Republic reeled against the Empire, when Darth Malgus rose unchained, it was Satele who answered. With her legion of Jedi and soldiers at her back, she set course through hyperspace to Alderaan, to meet Malgus in the clash that history swore would define her. But history is not immutable. The Force is not bound by the charts of men. Somewhere between stars, the anomaly found her. It was not violence, not destruction, it was calling. The ship’s instruments faltered, reality stretched, and in an instant longer than eternity, the current of the Force bent around her. Not to erase her destiny… but to carry her to where she was truly needed. The ship emerged from hyperspace above Alderaan. But not her Alderaan. This was another war, another time, another Republic in crisis. And at its heart stood Y/N, not just a commander, not just a prodigy of the Force, but something far greater: her blood. Her descendant. She felt it before she saw him. The Shan line singing back to itself, generations apart. Her spirit answered his like an echo finally finding its origin. And when she laid eyes on him, leading armies with the fire of Revan and the resolve of Bastila, she understood. She had not been stolen from her age, she had been summoned to his. The galaxy spoke of Y/N as if fate bent to him, as if time itself yielded at his presence. And now even Satele, the Grandmaster who had seen everything, had proof: the Force had folded centuries so they could stand together. Ancestor and heir, shoulder to shoulder, their sabers blazing in tandem against the tide. Their bond was not forged in romance, but in blood and destiny. She fought with discipline honed by decades, he with raw power and vision sharpened in the crucible of his wars. Where she was precision, he was momentum. Where he was flame, she was stone. Yet together they moved as though they had trained side by side their whole lives, as if the blood of the Shan family wrote its own forms into their bones. And in the moments between battle, when silence pressed heavier than blasterfire, their connection deepened. Y/N did not bow to her as a legend; he spoke to her as kin. She, who had never permitted herself the softness of family, found in him what she had long denied: proof that her sacrifices endured beyond her time. Proof that the Shan name had not withered, but flourished. In his eyes she saw the living future of everything she had fought for, everything she had bled to protect. On the shattered fields of Alderaan, two Shans fought as one. The past and the future intertwined, carried together by a Force that refused to see them divided. When soldiers whispered of that battle afterward, they did not speak of armies or strategies. They spoke of emerald and silver light carving the sky together. Of a Grandmaster out of time, and her descendant who was destiny made flesh. Satele Shan had always been a symbol. But with Y/N, she became something greater… not just a figure of the past, but a living link in a chain unbroken. She was not there to change her story. She was there to strengthen his. To remind him that he was not alone, that he carried not just the weight of destiny, but the pride of every Shan who came before. And for the first time in her long, burdened life, Satele did not feel the crushing solitude of command. She felt the quiet, unshakable pride of being an ancestor.

Lady Qi’ra - Leader of Crimson Dawn

(Her restrained tits and ass are just a little more bigger than shown in the images. Her true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Farah’s. The clothes shown in the pictures, besides the first four, are just for teasing and being intimate with Y/N.)

Age: 42 - 45 years old (Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 7’8

Bio: Qi’ra was a woman born in shadows. Corellia’s streets had carved her into something hard, something sharp, long before the galaxy ever whispered her name. She learned early that survival meant compromise, that power meant masks, and that trust was a currency far more dangerous than credits. Crimson Dawn did not make her cunning… it simply gave her the stage to reveal it. Under Maul’s gaze, she became steel cloaked in silk: a strategist, a manipulator, a queen rising from the gutters to stand eye to eye with warlords. But even steel has limits. Even shadows long for light. When Death Watch fell upon Crimson Dawn, Maul and Savage leading their storm of blades and fire, Qi’ra expected to die. Her empire, her ambitions, even her survival all seemed to collapse in an instant. And then he appeared. Y/N. Not as an assassin or a rival, but as the impossible: a Jedi, stepping into the underworld’s heart not with disdain, but with purpose. His blade cut through chaos, his presence bent the tide, and in one battle he shattered Maul’s designs and saved not just Crimson Dawn… but Qi’ra herself. That was the moment she knew. Not just gratitude. Not just awe. Something rarer. Something she had never allowed herself to feel. She fell for him, not with girlish whimsy, but with the slow, terrifying weight of inevitability. The woman who had learned to never need anyone, needed him. Qi’ra had always known how to play the game. She could charm, seduce, disarm with a smile or a whispered promise. Men had killed for less than the curve of her lips, women had bowed beneath her poise. But Y/N was different. His strength was not corrupted by greed, his loyalty not poisoned by ambition. And when she leaned close, when her voice turned low and velvet, when she let her hand linger just slightly too long… he didn’t crumble. He saw her. Not the mask. Not the role. Her. And that was when she surrendered. Not her power, not her empire. Herself. With Y/N, Qi’ra became something the galaxy would never believe if it saw it: protective, soft, loyal to the point of obsession. She teased him mercilessly, yes, slipping her flirtation into every sentence like silk wrapping around steel, but beneath it was tenderness. She delighted in his shy nature, in the way he tried to mask his blushes, in how easily she could unravel the composed Jedi with nothing but her voice. She made a game of it, yet it was never cruel. Because for her, every glance, every laugh, every brush of her hand against his was not manipulation. It was worship. In public, she was still Crimson Dawn’s queen: ruthless, calculating, feared. But at Y/N’s side? She was warmth. She was care. She was a shield. Anyone who threatened him, anyone who even thought to wound what she loved, found themselves staring into the eyes of a woman who had commanded syndicates, crossed Sith, and survived Corellia’s hell. And she made one thing clear: Y/N was untouchable. Their marriage was not one of convenience, not a political alliance, not an arrangement built on power. It was love, raw and undeniable, forged in fire and chosen again each day. For all her masks, all her subtle games, Qi’ra gave Y/N something she had never given another soul: the unmasked truth of herself. And he gave her something in return that no empire, no throne, no galactic power ever could: a home. Not a place. A person. The galaxy may remember Qi’ra as the woman who ruled Crimson Dawn, who rose from the slums to carve her name into legend. But the truth, whispered only in the Force, is this: Qi’ra’s greatest conquest was not a throne or a syndicate. It was her own heart. And she gave it freely, completely, eternally… to him.

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Kitana - Supreme Commander

Kitana’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are the ones shown in the first five images and the RF images, just slightly more bigger. While her true titsand ass are the ones from the other pictures, just way more bigger than shown there. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are way slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the other images. Her eyes are sapphire blue and her lips are slightly more plumper and full.

Age: 10.000 years old

Height: 8’4

Bio: Kitana was born into power, sculpted by expectation, and crowned by design. Daughter of Queen Sindel, Sister of Princess Mileena, and heir to the restored Outworld throne, she had learned to walk in silence, to smile without vulnerability, and to kill with both grace and honor. But beneath her calm exterior lies a sovereign whose will is forged not just by duty, but by desire. And when she sets her sights on something… or someone… she never misses. Kitana commands without raising her voice. She doesn’t demand obedience, she simply assumes it.  Because why would anyone refuse her? She is every inch a queen, or more accurately a Goddess… poised, deadly, sensual. But her power doesn’t rest on lineage alone. It flows from the way she moves, the cut of her voice, and the deep Edenian pride that radiates from her skin like perfume. Her fan blades sing in battle, and her smile can wither or seduce with a single glance. She is Edenia’s mercy when she chooses it, and its vengeance when she doesn’t. Y/N came from nowhere the court could place. Not Edenian. Not Outworld. Not Earthrealm. But chosen by Earthrealm’s protector Liu Kang, to compete in Mortal Kombat. Powerful. Controlled. And unimpressed by thrones. He did not kneel. He did not boast. He fought like fire with a frozen core, and he did not look away when she entered the room. That alone intrigued her. And when he spoke to her, not as a subject, but as a man unafraid, she didn’t feel insulted. She felt… alive. Kitana does not play games. She doesn’t flirt, she commands attention. She tests men without touching them. And when they fail, she forgets their names. But Y/N did not fail. He met her gaze. Matched her wit. Held his blade firm when others faltered. He stood in front of her mother, Sindel, without flinching. He faced Mileena without any single sign of doubt or fear. And when she stood before him, veiled in midnight silk, her fans lowered, her lips curved, she whispered not with hope, but with certainty and absolute dominance: “I don’t beg. I command. If I take you to my bed, understand: it is a favor… not a surrender.”In her chambers, Kitana is no different than on the battlefield; methodical, intense, regal. She caresses with purpose. She kisses like a promise you’ll never forget. She doesn’t rush, she studies her lover’s body like a scholar reading a sacred text. Y/N becomes hers not through seduction… but through inevitability. She whispers instructions as she undresses him. She marks him without violence. And when she finally lets herself tremble in his arms, it is not weakness, but voluntary surrender. Kitana is not threatened by Jade’s calm dominance nor Mileena’s unrestrained hunger, she is the force that gives them purpose. Her bond with Jade is deeper than loyalty, it is shared understanding, now touched with shared desire. With Mileena, she transforms their deep sisterhood into a deadly partnership, and their playful rivalry into passion and protection, a shift nurtured by Y/N’s presence. Together, the three Edenian titans stand united… not just as queens, blades, Goddesses, and warriors… but as women who chose to claim what the realms feared most: each other.

Mileena

Mileena’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and legs are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the first five images and the RF images. Her clothes are also switching between the ones in the pictures, so her MK9 clothes, the ones she has in Mortal Kombat X, the ones of UMK3 and the ones she has in Mortal Kombat 1. While her true tits and ass are the ones from the other pictures, just way more bigger. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than shown in the RF images, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper with, sometimes, a dark red lipstick on. Like the one she has in the pictures. Her eyes are normal but the ones shown are her Tarkat eyes. Because after she was infected by the Tarkat, during a night Y/N invented a special serum that didn't cure the disease but instead made it a part of her DNA, so she didn't suffer from any of the effects of it but could change at will her appearance and strength from normal to her Tarkat one. Her Tarkat mouth is the one she has in Mortal Kombat 9.

Age: 10.000 years old

Height: 8’4

Bio: She was born first. The true heir. The daughter of Sindel. The Empress-in-waiting. Mileena grew up with golden robes, palace gardens, and velvet praise, but always with shadows whispering behind her. Whispers of her twin sister Kitana, and of the curse that boiled beneath her skin. The Tarkat. A disease feared across Outworld and Edenia… it twisted flesh, broke minds, turned beauty into madness. And it lived inside her. But where others expected a monster, Mileena showed them something else: a Queen who would not break. A woman who would not kneel. Mileena’s control is legendary. When the disease clawed at her, she dug her heels into her throne. When it split her lips into monstrous fangs… she learned to shift at will, mastering the ability to toggle between her Tarkatan form and her regal visage. She walks among the court with velvet skin and a daggered smile. But when battle calls, the fangs come out. And she makes no apologies. Y/N was not one of her subjects. He was not trained in Edenian courts. He was raw, powerful, and unafraid to meet her golden gaze, even when her Tarkat flared. He didn’t recoil when her lips split open. He didn’t flinch when her voice rasped with hunger. He looked at her not with fear, but love and desire. And Mileena, for all her power, found something she’d never known: a man who saw all of her… and still stepped closer. Mileena doesn’t play coy. She’s not restrained like Kitana. Not calculated like Jade. She is dominance laced in lust, a storm wrapped in silk. She grabs what she wants. She climbs on top. She commands with a growl and a wicked smile. Her touch is hot. Her lips are fierce. Her fangs? Optional. But never forgotten. When she takes Y/N to her chambers, it’s not about proving her worth… it’s about proving his. And when she lets him touch her human form, or her Tarkatan one, it is the highest form of trust she knows how to give. “Kiss me. And don’t stop when the fangs come out. You wanted the Empress. Now see what she becomes when she’s hungry.” Mileena can now transform at will. Her “Tarkatan form” is monstrous; with wild fangs, sharpened claws, veiny skin. But her “human form” is pure Edenian beauty; lips full, curves commanding, gaze intoxicating. And when she lets Y/N see both sides in one night, he understands her better than anyone ever has. Because he doesn’t see two Mileenas. He sees all of her. And loves her deeper because of it.

Jade - Bodyguard of Kitana

Jade’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the first image and the RF images. While her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones in the other images. Her restrained legs are way more muscular and slightly more thick than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the other pictures. Her lips slightly more plumper and full with, sometimes, a jade green or ruby red or dark red lipstick on. Her eyes are emerald green. Her clothes will change between the ones of Mortal Kombat 9, the ones of Mortal Kombat 11, and the ones of UMK3.

Age: 10.000 years old

Height: 8’5

Bio: Jade was never born to royalty. She rose beside it, and above nearly all of it. From the moment she entered the Edenian court, Jade was surrounded by decadence, deception, and desire. But she did not succumb to any of it. Instead, she refined herself: into a weapon, into a symbol, into a woman who would never bow unless she chose to. By blade, by staff, by stare… Jade climbed through Edenia’s ranks until she stood not behind the throne, but beside it. Trusted by Kitana, respected by Sindel, and feared by Outworld’senemies. But what most failed to see… was the part of Jade that enjoyed control. In combat. In court. In intimacy. And she never let anyone close enough to experience that truth… Until him. When Y/N arrived, a warrior not born of Earthrealm nor Outworld or Edenia, chosen by the gods and the Fire God Liu Kang to enter Mortal Kombat’s stage, Jade didn’t notice him first. She felt him. He stood with an aura of silent power, unbothered by politics, indifferent to royalty. He didn’t flinch under her stare. He didn’t worship her… and that, ironically, is what made her look twice. “You’re either brave or foolish to hold my gaze like that. Good. I’m bored of men who break the moment I whisper. I like to taunt them a little before I break them.” She watched him train. She watched him bleed. She watched how the others sought his attention. And then, one night, after a lightsaber fight with thousands of Sith Acolytes and his wounds were still raw, she stepped into his refuge on Dantooine. Not to heal. Not to flirt. To claim. Jade does not demand. She expects. When she speaks low, warriors obey. When she lifts her staff, soldiers clear a path. When she slides a finger beneath a man’s chin… he knows he will be ruined softly, slowly, and with deliberate care. She has no need to raise her voice. Her discipline is intoxicating. Her control is a gift, and a punishment. She has trained her body into a deadly temple, her voice into a velvet leash. Y/N didn’t submit immediately. That was what aroused her. He challenged her in sparring matches. Danced with her staff, pushed her with questions, refused to kneel. And that defiance, wrapped in raw power and restrained yearning? It ignited her. “You think you’re hard to read. You’re not. You’re hard to control. That’s better. Strip your pride. I’ll take care of the rest.” Jade’s bond with Kitana is forged in decades of discipline and trust. They are not equals by birth, but by will. In this timeline, Jade is no longer a shadow to the crown, but a flame that walks beside it. She advises Kitana with unflinching loyalty… and sometimes, necessary truth. With Mileena, things are different. Tense. Sharp. Jade does not fear Mileena, but she does temper her. In time, through shared battles and Y/N’s influence, that wariness cools into something unexpected: respect… and perhaps even desire. When Jade chooses to love… she does so without softness. She teaches Y/N what it means to be claimed not by cruelty, but by willful surrender. She wraps her hand around his throat not to hurt him, but to remind him: “I only touch what’s mine.” She takes her time. She sets the pace. She whispers his name like a commandment between silk sheets. And when he finally touches her, truly touches her, she teaches him just how far a disciplined heart can fall… when it trusts the right hands.

Sindel - Empress of Outworld

Sindel’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones in the other pictures. Her restrained legs are slightly way more muscular and slightly more thick than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and way more thick than the ones in the other pictures. Her face is whatever you want to choose between the RF images or the others. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full than shown.

Age: 20.000 years old

Height: 8’8

Bio: Sindel was never a victim. In this new timeline, she is no longer the tragic puppet of sorcerers and tyrants… she is the architect of Edenia’s survival. When big evils threatened to crush her realm beneath its heel, she did not crumble or plead. She preserved Outworld’s people through brilliance, strength, and sacrifice. As Queen of Outworld, Sindel forged a new dynasty not through fear, but through impossible grace and terrifying resolve. Her daughters, Kitana and Mileena, are reflections of her duality… poise and ferocity, light and shadow. Sindel governs not as a tyrant, but as a warrior queen whose loyalty to her realm is absolute… and whose fury, once awakened, is legend. But behind the violet eyes and silver hair lies a woman scarred by endless responsibility. Few see the quiet grief she carries… for lost years, for compromises made, for power that isolates as much as it protects. Until Y/N. He came to her not as a suitor or soldier but as an equal. A being of balance who saw not only the Queen… but the woman beneath the crown. He did not flinch from her strength, nor try to tame it. He honored it. Matched it. Stirred in her a passion long buried beneath duty and diplomacy. With Y/N, Sindel becomes more than sovereign… she becomes alive again. She teases, she battles, she loves — not in secret, but with bold elegance. Her wit is sharp, her desire commanding, her affection fierce. In the Eternal Harem, she is the Silver Flame,  regal, sensual, untouchable to all… except to him. When she lounges with him in silken robes, bare legs crossed, her feet delicately brushing his lap as she dictates her preferences with a knowing smirk. She is not just Edenian royalty. She is power in repose. To the world, Sindel is a queen. To Y/N? She’s the throne itself.

Li-Mei - First Constable

Li Mei’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full than shown in the images.

Age: 15.000 years old

Height: 8’8

Bio: Li Mei is the embodiment of honor forged in fire. She moves with the calm precision of a blade master, every step measured, every word deliberate. She is the sentinel who never falters, the warrior who protects even when no one is watching. Duty has defined her for millennia. Loyalty has kept her standing long after grief and failure tried to break her. But beneath the stoic surface lies something most never suspect: a woman who revels in control not just on the battlefield… but in the heart she’s claimed. Once, she was the proud leader of the Umgadi. Her failure to protect the royal family left her scarred, stripped of honor, her soul hardened into silence. For ages, she carried that burden, never seeking affection, never allowing herself to be vulnerable. But Y/N saw past her armor. He saw the storm hidden beneath the stone. And when Li Mei allowed herself to reach for him, she did not do so timidly. She took him boldly, as if daring him to resist. With the Order, Li Mei is a mentor, unyielding and disciplined, a guide for those burdened by guilt or doubt. But with Y/N, her restraint becomes something far more dangerous: sultry dominance wrapped in velvet daring. She doesn’t simply ask for his attention; she takes it. She’ll pin him with her eyes across a council chamber, lips curving into a faint smirk that promises more than words ever could. She teases him with deliberate touches, a hand on his wrist held a second too long, a whisper at his ear sharp enough to make him shiver. And when they’re alone, the calm Constable becomes the temptress who doesn’t beg, she commands, she plays, she conquers. Li Mei doesn’t compete with Mileena’s brazenness or Sindel’s regality. She doesn’t need to. Her dominance is quieter, sharper, and absolute. The others know it: when she wants Y/N, the air itself bends around her presence. And though she rarely laughs, when she lets a sultry chuckle slip against his lips, it undoes him more than any kiss. In battle, she is devastatingly precise. Every strike of her staff, every arc of energy is perfection in motion, graceful as a Jedi, lethal as a Sith. Her calm is unshakable… until Y/N is threatened. Then, her composure burns away, revealing a storm of fury so relentless it terrifies even her allies. At her core, Li Mei has always stood alone. But in the Eternal Harem, she has found something new, not just sisterhood with Kitana, Jade, Mileena, and Sindel, but the freedom to wield her heart as boldly as her blade. With Y/N, she is not merely a lover. She is his dominion: daring, sultry, unbreakable. She doesn’t ask for his surrender. She teases it from him, commands it from him, makes him crave it. And when he finally yields, Li Mei doesn’t simply take him… she keeps him, body and soul, as her greatest victory.

Tanya

Tanya’s appearance changes: Her eyes are like in the images. The tits and ass showing in the pictures are just her restrained ones, while her true tits and ass are way bigger than shown here, just a bit smaller than Mileena's. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the images, just a bit less than Skarlet’s, while her true legs are just slightly less muscular and thick than Jade’s. Her clothes will switch between the ones she has in Mortal Kombat 1 and the ones she has in Mortal Kombat X. The outfit she has in the first two pictures is just for teasing and being intimate with Y/N.

Age: 5.000 years old

Height: 7’10

Bio: Tanya is a creature of loyalty, but that loyalty is never blind. In MK1, her love and duty toward Mileena define her — and in here, that same devotion becomes both her greatest strength and deepest vulnerability. She watches the room constantly… always calculating danger, allies, power dynamics. She doesn’t trust easily, not even the other wives at first. But once her loyalty is earned, it is unyielding. “You don’t have to like me. You just have to understand: I’ll burn for the ones I love.” Tanya feels things deeply but doesn’t show it openly unless she’s pushed. Her love is possessive, even a little jealous especially where Mileena is involved. She’s not unhinged, but she is intense. With Y/N, she’s initially suspicious. She assumes he’ll either break Mileena’s heart or become another man seeking to use her. But when she sees Y/N protect Mileena, embrace her true self, and love her with no fear… Tanya’s icy wall cracks hard and fast. Eventually, her protectiveness extends to Y/N too in her own guarded, fire-eyed way. Tanya’s not just a fighter or bodyguard, she’s a tactician, a schemer, and a survivor. In this universe, she thrives in the political chaos of Outworld and the wider galactic powers. She knows how to move pieces behind the scenes. She often understands the game before it’s even started. Unlike Sindel, who commands through presence, Tanya works from the shadows — manipulating conversations, tracking whispers, and preparing for betrayal even during peace. “I don’t trust peace. I trust leverage.” Tanya has made hard, morally grey choices in the name of love, duty, or survival. She’s lied, spied, even killed without hesitation. But these decisions weigh on her, even if she pretends otherwise. She’s not evil — just someone who’s lived in a cruel world and decided she wouldn’t be weak in it. The teachings of the Reforged Jedi Order attract her deeply, even if she’s slow to admit it. She resonates with their message: strength with restraint, loyalty without dogma, passion without corruption. “I was never evil. I just stopped pretending the world was fair.” Tanya doesn’t often show warmth directly, but she will show it through sarcasm, teasing, and dark humor. Her insults are quick and dry, and her observations often cut a little too close to the truth. She enjoys teasing Y/N especially when he’s flustered by Mileena, Sindel, or others. But her teasing always comes with a smirk… she’s not cruel, just keeping him humble. And when Tanya does show you genuine affection or softness? You know she means it. Because she never wastes it. In battle, Tanya is efficient, acrobatic, and vicious. She uses her agility and mystic fire arts with elegant control, often overwhelming enemies through unpredictable movement and precise, punishing strikes. She often fights beside Mileena, and their coordination is flawless… a blend of chaos and order, fangs and fire. Tanya also makes a formidable duelist, especially when emotions are high she channels her passions into lethal precision. She trains harder than most, and she expects others to match her or get out of her way. Tanya is starved for genuine connection, though she hides it well. Her identity has long been shaped by what she can do for others: protect, fight, manipulate. Rarely has anyone asked her what she wants. Y/N changes that. When he looks at her, really looks, not as Mileena’s shadow or Sindel’s subordinate, but as herself, she struggles to respond. But deep down, she wants to be loved — not just by Mileena, but fully, without condition. She will never beg for affection but once it’s given, she’ll fight to the death to protect it. Tanya eventually takes on a role similar to Jade a Je’daii of shadows, using stealth, information, and sabotage instead of direct confrontation. Her Force abilities manifest more subtly: deception, misdirection, enhancement of her speed and agility, and controlled flame. But unlike Jade, Tanya doesn’t seek balance, she seeks control. It’s a hard path, but one Y/N helps guide her through, teaching her that control isn’t about domination it’s about choosing who you are, no matter your past.

Nitara

Nitara’s appearance changes: She can retract her wings at will and still has fangs and has blood manipulation powers, but she is an hybrid between Veternian and Edenian. So she doesn't need blood to placate her hunger. Her restrained tits are the ones shown in the RF pictures, just a bit more bigger, her ass is slightly more bigger than Jade’s. Her true tits and ass are the ones shown in the other pictures, just way more bigger. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than showed in the RF pictures while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her clothes are the exact same as the ones of Kitana, just instead of blue they are red. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full  with a very dark red lipstick on. Her voice is the one she has in the Chai Tea video of AI long intros, season 1 episode 4.

Age: 30.000 years old

Height: 8’10

Bio: Nitara is unbound. She does not kneel to Outworld royalty, Jedi dogma, or Sith hunger. She answers only to herself and her people and in this case, that becomes both her greatest strength and the root of her isolation. She doesn’t care for titles, pomp, or protocol. She’s blunt, direct, and often startlingly honest, even to those in power. She makes Y/N nervous at times — not because she’s cruel, but because she’s so completely, chaotically free . “Rules are for those who still hope the world is fair. I gave up that hope long ago.” Nitara grew up in a world that hated her for what she was. A traitor to her people. A vampire. A scavenger. A nomad. She’s learned to survive not just through strength, but through sharp instincts and a mistrustful eye. She is quick to pick up on lies, power plays, or manipulation. She’s no politician, but she can sniff out deception faster than any noble ever could . She’s used to being underestimated and she weaponises it. She’s not above stealing, spying, or lying if it means protecting her people or herself. “You don’t live long in Vaeternus by being kind. You live by being quicker, meaner, and harder to kill.” Nitara is undeniably seductive, but in a very different way than Sindel or Jade. She’s not refined or elegant… she’s raw, wild, earthy. She knows her beauty, and she’s unashamed of it. In fact, she enjoys making others uncomfortable, especially those too rigid to admit their desire. Her humor is dark. Her teasing is bold. She might get behind Y/N and whisper in his ear just to make him flinch. But there’s no cruelty in it, it’s her way of connecting, testing boundaries, and seeing who’s brave enough to stand their ground. “Relax, Chosen One. If I wanted to drink you, I’d do it slowly.” (smirking) Nitara doesn’t love easily. Her loyalty lies first with Vaeternus, her new realm and vampire kin when she was turned. She feels the constant weight of being their representative, their protector, their weapon. She’s seen too much betrayal to offer her heart quickly. But she does feel… deeply. When she finally opens up perhaps to Y/N, or to others in the Harem… it’s like watching a storm part to reveal the stars. She rarely says “I love you” outright, but she’ll risk her life, fly through fire, and tear down empires for those she chooses. “I don’t always do ‘soft.’ But if I’m standing between you and the abyss… you’re mine.” As a vampire, Nitara has been called monster, predator, abomination. But ever since she met Y/N, she’s more complex, she questions everything . She’s not evil. She’s just tired of being told what good is supposed to look like. The message of balance of Y/N’s Order draws her in. It echoes what she’s always believed: Light and dark are just names. The real truth lives in the space between. She’s curious about the Force, though she refuses to meditate or chant like a monk. Her connection to it is raw and instinctive, tied to blood, emotion, and flight, something ancient and primal. Nitara in combat is aerial fury. Her wings make her untouchable. She strikes from above, from shadows, with a blend of martial skill and vampiric power. Her style is chaotic, unpredictable, and terrifyingly fast. She doesn’t duel honourably… she wins , by any means. Her Force powers are expressed through enhanced flight, sonar-like perception, blood-vision, and even short-range teleportation in bursts of shadow. She doesn’t fight for glory. She fights for survival and for the thrill. “You think the sky means safety? I am the sky.” Nitara pretends she doesn’t need connection but it’s a lie she tells herself as much as anyone else. She secretly longs for a place to belong, a lover who sees past her fangs and wings and recognizes the lonely soul beneath. Y/N’s compassion toward her — especially if it’s unafraid, unflinching… leaves her shaken. She may lash out, test him, or vanish without warning… but in time, she returns. Always. Drawn to someone who doesn’t treat her like a monster or a prize. “Careful, Eternal Prince. Keep looking at me like that and I might not leave tonight.” Nitara eventually carves a niche among the members of Y/N’s Order as their “Nightblade.”  A scout, assassin, and airborne protector of the shadows. She doesn’t do ceremonies or lectures. She protects the weak her way from above, fangs bared, and claws ready . The young of Y/N’s Order fear her. The older ones respect her. And Y/N? He trusts her, even when others don’t. That trust becomes the only thing she values more than her own freedom.

Sonya Blade

Sonya’s appearance changes: She will wear her MK9, MKX, MK11 clothes. Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images. While her true tits and ass are way more bigger than shown in the other pictures. Her restrained legs are also slightly more muscular and thick than shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images . Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her voice is the one of Mortal Kombat 11.

Age: 50 years old (when she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’2

Bio: Sonya Blade was the first. The first woman to break into the boys’ club of Special Forces. The first to bleed for Earthrealm before it even knew it needed saving. The first to stare down gods, sorcerers, and monsters without flinching. But being first meant being alone. For years, she buried her heart beneath steel and strategy. Duty came first. Vulnerability was weakness. Love was a distraction, a possibility of pain in her experience with Johnny Cage when he cheated on her and left her raising their daughter alone. She became a mother, a general, a global defender… but the woman beneath the uniform never truly exhaled. Her victories were silent. Her pain, private. She never let herself fall… because she feared she’d never get back up. Then came Y/N… not as a subordinate, not as a soldier but as something much rarer: An equal. He didn’t try to save her. He didn’t flinch at her temper or salute her rank. He listened. He challenged her. He flirted without fear and without disrespect. He made her laugh when she thought she’d forgotten how. And somehow, without asking for her walls to come down… he walked right through them. Now, in the Eternal Harem, Sonya stands as the Titansteel Flame fierce, commanding, and breathtaking in her prime. She brings battlefield wisdom, tactical precision, and a slow-burning sensuality that could melt concrete. Younger members of the harem may tease her, but they also fear her not for her rank, but for the sheer presence she carries when she enters a room. Yet with Y/N… she’s soft in ways she never knew possible. She lets her hair down. She lets him kiss the scars. She lets herself be held. Sometimes, she’ll stretch her legs across his lap during mission debriefs, her boots discarded, eyes closed… a silent trust she gives to no one else. She won’t admit how much she loves the way he massages the aches out of her battle-hardened feet… but her low, pleased sighs tell the truth. To the world, Sonya Blade is a living legend. To her enemies, a nightmare. But to Y/N? She’s the woman who finally learned that being vulnerable… doesn’t mean being weak. It means being loved.

Cassie Cage

Cassie’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, her restrained legs are also slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the RF images. Her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images, her true legs are also way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her face and voice are the ones she has in MK11.

Age: 30 years old (when she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’0

Bio: Cassie Cage was born into legacy, the child of legends, trained from birth to be both shield and sword. Her mother was a general. Her father, a global icon. Their expectations, or rather her mother’s expectations, were the forge; their shadows, her proving ground. Cassie laughed through pressure, smirked through grief, and fought through fear, all while pretending she didn’t need anything from anyone. She became a soldier. A commander. A saviour. But the armor she wore wasn’t just tactical… it was emotional. The quips? A deflection. The bravado? A barrier. Deep down, Cassie wasn’t afraid of losing. She was afraid of being known. Then Y/N showed up. He didn’t just see through her act, he admired it. Not because she was perfect, but because she had the guts to keep smiling when everything hurt. He matched her wit, met her intensity, and when no one else could, calmed her pulse. He let her be strong without being alone. And when the jokes faded and the masks dropped, he didn’t walk away … he kissed her,  forehead first, like he meant it. Now, in the Eternal Harem, Cassie is the Crimson Vanguard, brash, bold, and unbreakably loyal. She’s still sarcastic, still the first to throw a punch or fire a blaster but she’s also learned how to be tender. She shares drinks with Mileena, spars with Jade, and trades snarky comments with Sindel (and wins). But with Y/N, she’s different. She’s raw. Playful. Devoted. She still calls him “Hotshot.” Still makes him blush in public. But in private? She melts. She nuzzles her face into his chestplate and lets him hold her like no war is coming. Her feet find his lap without asking. Her hand is always in his, even when she’s asleep. Cassie Cage doesn’t need to be anyone’s hero anymore. Because with Y/N… She finally gets to be someone’s girl.

Skarlet - Blood Mage

Skarlet’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than shown in the RF pictures, while her true tits and ass are way, way more bigger than shown in the other pictures. Just a bit more bigger than Mileena’s and Kitana’s. Her restrained legs are also way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full than in the images. Her clothes will change between the ones in MK11, UMK3, MK9 and some custom ones.

Age: 8.000 years old

Height:  7’10

Bio: Skarlet was not born, she was crafted. Forged in the arcane laboratories of Shao Kahn, she was blood given form, loyalty given a blade. A living weapon. A sorceress of hemomancy, bound to her master’s will, taught to kill before she could question why. For most of her life, Skarlet existed without identity, without love, without self. She didn’t live. She obeyed. But blood remembers. Somewhere beneath the crimson magic and endless death, something stirred… a hunger not for carnage, but for truth. For meaning. For a name that wasn’t spoken with fear or contempt. Her rebellion wasn’t loud. It was a quiet fracture. A step taken without orders. A glance held a moment too long. And then she met him . Y/N didn’t treat her like a tool. He didn’t fear her blood rites or flinch at the rivers of death behind her eyes. He spoke to her like a person — like someone worth saving. Someone worth knowing. He took her hand, bloodstained and trembling, and said the one thing no one ever dared: “You’re more than what they made you.” With Y/N, Skarlet is no longer a blade awaiting orders… she is a Blood Phoenix, reborn in fire, vengeance, and grace. She still carries darkness in her still craves the edge of control but now it is hers to master. Her power, once grotesque and feared, has become ritual, beauty, even intimacy. Blood bends for her not out of terror… but reverence. Among the group, she is the most dangerous in silence. Observant. Calculated. Unnervingly sensual. She watches Y/N with predator eyes and kisses him like she’s starving but in her quiet moments, when her hands are bare and her voice soft, she reveals something precious: peace . Skarlet has learned to be touched without drawing blood. To be kissed without tasting fear. To be held  not as a weapon… but as a woman. To the world, Skarlet is a myth soaked in red. To her enemies, a death sentence in human form. But to Y/N? She’s the living proof that even the blood-born can be loved.

Ashrah & Sareena - Demon Sisters

The Sister’s appearance changes: Ahsrah’s restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than shown in the RF images, Sareena equals her. Their true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the other images, just slightly more than Nitara’s. Their restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones in the RF images, while their true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. They can also change their shape to human form as they reached Absolution and their souls have been purified. Their lips are slightly more plumper and full.

Age of both: 12.000 years old

Height of both:  8’4

Bio of Ashrah: Ashrah was once a demon. Not in metaphor — but in truth. Born of the Netherrealm, she was a sister to sin, a warrior of shadow, an enforcer of hell’s will. She bathed in blood, whispered curses, wore damnation like silk. But deep within her, there pulsed a light too stubborn to die — a distant, sacred ember untouched by the flames of her birthright. One day, she refused. She turned her blade, the Kriss, against her kin — and with every demon slain, her soul shed a layer of its corruption. She became something rare. Something holy. A being clawing her way toward the Light not through faith… but through deed. Her transformation wasn’t perfect. She still felt anger. Still bore guilt. She sought purity with desperation, sometimes mistaking penance for worth. Until she met Y/N. He didn’t see her as a fallen soul or a charity case. He didn’t demand perfection or purity. He saw the wholeof her — the grace and the grief, the power and the past. And when he touched her, not even the Light recoiled. In his arms, Ashrah realized she didn’t need to be cleansed to be loved. She needed to be accepted. With Y/N, she is reborn not as an exile… but as a Celestial Blade — a warrior-monk of serene wrath and quiet affection. Her demon roots now blend with divine Force harmonics, allowing her to walk between realms, banish corruption, and bless allies. In battle, she is luminous fury. In love, she is patient, nurturing, almost sacred. In the Eternal Harem, Ashrah is a paradox made flesh — demon and angel, vengeance and virtue. She meditates with Kitana, spars gracefully with Skarlet, and whispers old prayers while resting her head in Y/N’s lap, her soft silver hair draped over his arm like a silken veil. To the world, Ashrah is a mystery — an angel with a sinner’s scars. To Y/N? She is proof that even the darkest origin can birth divine light.

Bio of Sareena: Sareena was born from the pit. A demon of the Netherrealm, forged in pain, raised in the shadow of Quan Chi’s cruelty. For years, she served the sorcerer as an enforcer, a spy, a tool — not because she lacked will, but because no one had ever shown her she had a choice. She wore human beauty like a mask, but inside she was shackled — by fear, by loyalty, by survival. And yet, she dreamed. Dreamed of Earthrealm skies. Of peace. Of love. When her chance came, she took it. Turned on her master. Chose mercy over malice. And the price was steep — betrayal, exile, endless suspicion. Even when she stood with Earthrealm’s defenders, she was always the outsider. The one with devil’s blood and angel’s regret. But Y/N… didn’t fear her. He welcomed her. Spoke to her like she wasn’t a weapon or a danger, but a woman. He touched her without flinching, trusted her without pause. He didn’t try to redeem her. He believed she’d already done that herself. With Y/N, Sareena isn’t a half-step away from relapse. She is free. She smiles more. Sleeps peacefully. Loves deeply. And when the old doubts return, he holds her close — and reminds her that she is not her past. She is her choice. In the Eternal Harem, Sareena is the Duskwalker — the soul between shadows, gliding with quiet strength. She is swift, subtle, lethal when needed… but never cruel. She trains with Ashrah in shadowed silence, dances with Mileena under starlight, and in the softest hours, lays her head on Y/N’s chest as if anchoring herself to the only heaven she’s ever known. To the realms, Sareena is a fallen demon seeking light. To Y/N? She’s already made of it.

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Ada Wong & Sheva Alomar

Ada Wong’s appearance: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her voice is the one in RE4 remake, along with her looks. Her hairstyle and outfit will be the one shown in RE4 remake, though it will change with some coming from the mods.

Sheva Alomar’s appearance: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are the slightly more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her voice is the one of Karen Dyer.

Age of Ada Wong: 35 years old (When she arrives in Star Wars) 36-40 (Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Age of Sheva Alomar: 33 years old (When she arrives during Clone Wars Season 7 - Revenge of The Sith)

Height of the two: 8’4

Bio of Ada: Ada was a ghost in the machine… always one step ahead, never fully revealing her loyalties. But even in this new universe, where the Force pulses and power flows through the air like a second breath, she remained distant... until she met Y/N. He didn't try to control her. He saw her choices, her autonomy, and invited her into something deeper: connection without compromise. She tests him constantly - vanishing for weeks, teasing him with cryptic transmissions, appearing mid-battle only to save him with a sniper shot and disappear again. But when she's close, her presence is intoxicating. Ada specialises in Force Illusion and Shadow Step, blending stealth ops with elegant combat. She joins the reforged Jedi Order as a master of infiltration and information control. In private, Ada lets Y/N touch the parts of her no one else ever has - not just her body, but her walls, her fears, her heart. She'll never say "I love you" outright…. but she shows it in a dozen deadly ways.

Bio of Sheva: Sheva is a force of nature - athletic, fierce, and never backs down from a fight. She carries her trauma not as baggage, but as weight she has trained under until it became strength. In the galaxy of Force and war, Sheva becomes one of the most trusted Jedi Vanguards. She specialises in anti-Sith operations, rapid Force-assisted strikes, and field command. She flirts openly, fights with elegance, and holds nothing back. Her romance with Y/N is high-energy, passionate, and occasionally explosive. She challenges him in combat, flusters him with confidence, and supports him when the burdens are too much. Sheva also becomes close friends with Aayla, Farah, and Shaak Ti - sharing war stories, tactics, and sisterhood forged through blood and fire.

Jill Valentine

Jill’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than shown in the other pictures. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her voice is the one of Nicole Tompkins.

Age: 60 years old (Right after Attack of the Clones)

Height: 7’11

Bio: Jill has seen horrors: viral outbreaks, betrayal, body horror, and the collapse of worlds. But none of it broke her. In the Force-rich galaxy she’s pulled into, she finds purpose once again: defending the innocent, this time as a Warden of the Reforged Jedi Order. She becomes a bulwark, a guardian of balance, standing between chaos and order, emotion and restraint. Y/N recognises her strength immediately… not flashy or seductive, but calm, enduring, powerful. She doesn’t fall in love easily. It’s a slow burn with Jill. But when she does fall, it’s forever. She respects Y/N’s command, but pushes back with tactical wisdom. He loves her for it. Their connection is rooted in mutual respect, long strategy sessions, and combat training that turns into slow, silent kisses afterward. Jill becomes one of Y/N’s most trusted military advisors, a quiet force of discipline and love within the Reforged Jedi Order, embodying its creed of clarity through control and strength through compassion. Her presence anchors those around her. To the younger initiates, she’s a living reminder that courage isn’t loud… it’s steady. That balance isn’t found in stillness, but in standing firm when the galaxy fractures.

Claire Redfield & Sadie Adler

Claire and Sadie’s appearance changes: Their restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while their true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Their restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the RF images, while their true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Their lips are slightly more plumper and full.

Age of Claire: 38 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Age of Sadie: 48 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height of both: 7’11

Bio of Claire: Claire was always the one who fought for others. Her journey through virus-infected cities and collapsing conspiracies left her marked, but not bitter. When she’s brought into Y/N’s galaxy, she takes quickly to the teachings of the Reforged Jedi Order. She gravitates toward the Light, yet refuses to shun the Dark. To her, healing isn’t about denying pain… it’s about embracing it, integrating it, and using it to mend what others can’t. She becomes the Warden of Restoration, working with young initiates, rebuilding war-torn worlds, and teaching compassion as strength rather than weakness. Where others wield sabers, she wields empathy; sharp, unwavering, and fearless. Claire embodies one of Y/N’s greatest tenets: that peace is not the absence of conflict, but the mastery of it within oneself. With Y/N, Claire is affectionate, emotionally open, and endlessly supportive. She gets flustered easily, but when she loves, she loves deeply and without walls. She’s also stubborn, especially when Y/N pushes himself too far. She’ll scold him, heal him, and then hold him close, the gentle defiance of a woman who refuses to lose another person she loves to their own burdens.

Bio of Sadie: Sadie Adler was forged not in fire, but in blood and grief. Once a widow standing in the ashes of her life, a homestead burned, love buried beneath the dirt, she rose unbroken. Loss did not end her. It reforged her. From that day, she swore no one would ever chain her again. Not law. Not man. Not death. A gunslinger carved from the bones of the frontier, Sadie is wild as the wind and twice as dangerous. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t miss. Yet when Y/N entered her world, equal parts legend and storm, she didn’t bow. She stood her ground, met his gaze, and smiled. He saw not just the warrior, but the woman beneath the grit. And in him, Sadie found what she thought she’d buried with her past: someone who didn’t try to tame her, but rode the storm beside her. In Y/N’s Reforged Jedi Order, she becomes the Warden of Resolve, teaching initiates that freedom is not the rejection of law, but the strength to choose one’s own path and live by it. To the galaxy, Sadie Adler remains an outlaw, a living testament that balance does not mean obedience. To Y/N and the Eternal Harem, she is the chaos that clears the way, the protector with a steady hand and a heart that burns brighter than any flame. And when the galaxy grows dark, she stands beside her Grandmaster, blaster drawn and voice steady: “Let them come. The storm’s already ours.”

Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy

Ivy’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits are slightly more bigger than the ones in the first image, her restrained ass is slightly more bigger than Bo-Katan’s. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and way more muscular than the ones in the first image. Her true tits are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images besides the last, her true ass is slightly more bigger than Sindel’s. Her true legs are way, WAY more thicker and muscular than the ones in the other images besides the last. The last is her appearance beside her tits and the abs, which will be more visible and defined. Her face is that and her skin colour is that, her lips are more plumper and full, with her hair being way more red. Her voice is the one of Tasia Valenza.

Age: 70 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’4

Bio: Dr. Pamela Isley was once human — brilliant, passionate, fragile. A xenobotanist obsessed with restoring dying worlds, she was betrayed by the very systems she sought to heal. Used as an experiment, her body was broken, rewritten at the cellular level with alien spores, toxins, and DNA grafts. It should have killed her. Instead, the Force answered. But not the cold discipline of the Jedi. Not the seething hunger of the Sith. The Living Force itself rose within her veins like wildfire, fusing with the primal Green — the infinite weave of life that sings in every root, every seed, every breath of air. Pamela Isley died. Ivy was born. Her body became a temple of lush, terrifying perfection. She no longer needed food or sleep. Her blood flowed like sap, her heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of forests and oceans. Her voice could seduce beasts, her breath could bloom jungles, her skin dripped with pheromones that reduced kings to kneeling worshippers. She was no longer woman, no longer scientist — she was the embodiment of life unchained. Planets burned, empires rose and fell — Ivy withdrew. She claimed a hidden moon in the Outer Rim, reshaping it into an emerald paradise where vines grew like cathedrals and every living thing bowed to her will. To trespass there was to suffocate in pollen, to drown in vines, to kneel before the goddess who ruled in red hair and green skin. Her cult rose naturally: pilgrims, zealots, lovers, slaves. They called her the Mother of Verdant Harmony, the Goddess of Lust and Roots, the Queen of Blooming Chains. But worship is not intimacy. Rapture is not love. For all her dominance, Ivy remained alone — a goddess adored, yet untouched in truth. Until Y/N walked into her garden. He did not burn it. He did not fear it. He did not even kneel. He simply stood before her, breathing her pollen, facing her emerald glare, and spoke to her as an equal. The vines hesitated. The roots did not pierce him. And for the first time in seventy years, Pamela Isley felt something she thought she had buried beneath vines and worshippers: curiosity. And then… surrender. Now, Ivy is more than goddess, more than ruler of her cult. She is his suffocating consort, his living cathedral, his Verdant Mistress. To Y/N, she is overwhelming — physically and emotionally dominant, intoxicating in her embrace, crushing in her lust, her love as suffocating as a jungle canopy that blocks out the sun. She drowns him in vines, marks him with her thorns, whispers that he is hers with every breath of living pollen. To her cult, she remains a goddess to be worshipped. To the galaxy, she is a myth whispered in reverence and fear. But to Y/N, Ivy is a suffocating tide of life and desire that no one else could endure. She does not simply love him. She claims him “Every breath you take is mine. Every root, every leaf, every kiss — mine. Struggle if you wish… but even your resistance will bloom into worship.”

Diana Prince - Wonder Woman

(Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the GhostlessM images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are also slightly more thick and way more muscular than shown in the GhostlessM images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her face and voice are the ones of Injustice 2)

Age: Ageless

Height: 9’7

Bio: There are moments when the Force itself shivers. When the veil between worlds thins, and myth steps through the wound. Diana’s arrival was such a moment. It began on Themyscira… or what was left of it. A paradise unmoored in time, already drifting between dimensions after centuries of divine neglect. When the Exegol rift tore open, it dragged the island’s guardian across the stars, through oceans of forgotten prayers and dying gods. She did not fall. She arrived, standing upon the sands of a barren moon, armor cracked, shield burning, eyes reflecting constellations that had never belonged to her sky. For days she wandered the ruins of an Outer Rim battlefield, searching for reason in this new galaxy’s chaos. Then she heard the Force, not as words, but as music: a steady rhythm pulsing beneath war, sorrow, and greed. It was not light. Not dark. It was balance. And it was calling her by name. She found him where the call was strongest: a lone figure meditating amidst the wreckage of a fallen stronghold. Y/N. He did not reach for his saber when she approached. She did not raise her sword. The silence between them was not fear… it was recognition. Two warriors forged in paradox: compassion that kills when it must, mercy that bleeds without breaking. When she spoke, her voice trembled the dust. “You are no god.” She said. “And you are no mortal,” he replied. That was how it began, not with conquest, not with awe, but with understanding. In the months that followed, the galaxy learned of her as rumor: A being of impossible beauty and impossible power who walked beside the Shadow Knight. Where Y/N’s step brought silence, hers brought song. Where his armor drank light, hers gave it. Yet make no mistake, her compassion was not frailty. When separatist warlords enslaved children on Ryloth, she descended like divine vengeance, deflecting blasterfire with her bare hands. When Sith zealots desecrated temples of peace, her lasso became a sunflare that revealed their lies until they screamed for truth. She fought not for dominance, nor victory, but for the sanctity of truth itself. And every battle sang the same refrain: “The light is not gentle. The light endures.” Her bond with Y/N was inevitable, two storms orbiting the same stillness. But unlike Ivy’s suffocation or Inque’s possession, Diana’s love was a sanctuary. She did not drown him in worship; she steadied him in reverence. She would tease him — gods, how she teased him — with that knowing smirk that dared him to defy her poise. But beneath the playfulness was devotion carved in marble. When he bore the Shadow Mantle, she would brush her hand against his armor’s surface and murmur: “Even darkness kneels when you will it.” When he donned the Dawn Regalia, she would smile and add: “And yet it’s the dawn that carries your name.” They sparred as much in philosophy as in combat; blades flashing, words striking deeper than metal. She challenged him to see strength not as burden, but as grace. He reminded her that divinity without restraint becomes tyranny. In the heat of those duels; sweat, laughter, proximity, the line between combat and courtship blurred until there was no difference. When they finally yielded, it wasn’t to defeat. It was to truth. There exists a gravity between them that no scholar of the Force nor philosopher of Olympus has ever named. It is not desire, though desire flows through it. It is not reverence, though reverence crowns it. It is pull, ancient and instinctive, as if the sun itself leaned closer to the earth that once bore it. Where others orbit his calm, Diana draws him in. The galaxy calls her goddess, warrior, immortal… but to him she is something older still, a center of gravity that commands him without word or gesture. He stands among titans, yet finds stillness only in her shadow. When she speaks, even the Force seems to pause to listen. In the rare moments between wars, their union sheds its grandeur and becomes something startlingly human. On quiet evenings in the Temple or on Y/N’s home on Dantooine, he will rest against her as if gravity itself has chosen its anchor. Her laughter — low, golden, inexhaustibly alive — rolls through his chest as his arms tighten around her waist, refusing to let go. She calls him little star in those moments, tracing circles over his shoulders as one might soothe a restless flame. The morning after such peace tells another story. When dawn breaks over the marble spires, he rises first, always trying to move without waking her, always failing. She appears behind him with the warmth of sunlight, hands sliding around his waist as he prepares breakfast. Her voice dips close to his ear, soft and teasing, her breath carrying the scent of honey and bronze. “You forget, my heart, dawn answers to me.” And though he towers over enemies, beside her he seems content to be smaller, the storm quieted by the calm of Olympus. In her presence, the warrior becomes the boy who once looked up at stars he could not name, the boy who wanted only to protect what was good. She reminds him that strength need not always be a weapon, sometimes it is a home. For all his myth, she remains his grounding: the divine hand that steadies the chosen, the laughter that breaks his silence, the gaze that reminds the galaxy’s most powerful being that he is still human… still hers. Her weapon changed with her passage between worlds. The old Lasso of Truth, blessed by gods long dead, became something far more profound. It responded not to lies, but to denial. When wrapped around a being, it didn’t compel confession; it revealed the truth they hid from themselves. The power was as beautiful as it was merciless… and she used it sparingly, for few could bear to see their own hearts so naked. Y/N was the first she used it on willingly. He didn’t resist. The lasso shimmered gold between them, and in its reflection, she saw every wound he carried, every child he had been forced to become, every kindness he still offered despite it all. When the light faded, she knelt; not in submission, but in reverence. “You are not my god,” she whispered. “You are my equal.” Together, they were poetry in motion. When he strode into battle wearing the Dawn Regalia, she would descend beside him like the incarnate sun. Her laughter — yes, laughter — would echo through the chaos, fierce and alive. And when Y/N’s temper flared, when his control trembled and the galaxy whispered that the Shadow was returning, she would step forward, place her hand upon his chest, and the fury would still. Not because she overpowered him… but because she reminded him he didn’t need to. The galaxy called her a goddess. She refused the title. She preferred the one he gave her: “My Dawn.” To Ivy, she is rival and reflection, life’s chaos tempered by purpose. To Inque, she is the unreachable light that the shadows still crave. To Y/N, she is balance manifest; not the absence of darkness, but the courage to meet it with unshaken eyes. They say when the war ends, when silence returns, and all his wives and consorts sleep, Diana is the last to rest. She keeps vigil at his side, her lasso glowing faintly, her hand on his chest, listening for the heartbeat that holds the galaxy together. “When gods forgot their oaths, she remembered. When warriors lost their honor, she taught them again. And when the Shadow sought to devour the Dawn, she kissed him — and both were reborn.”

Chun-Li

Chun-Li’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thicker and more muscular than shown in the RF images, while her true legs are way more thicker and muscular than the ones shown in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full.

Age: 50 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’0

Bio: Chun-Li was born in a fractured Earth colony, an Outer Rim world torn apart by warlords and syndicates, where justice was just a word on broken walls. Trained from childhood in martial arts by her father, an Interworld Peacekeeper, Chun-Li became an elite enforcer of justice. When her father was murdered by a Sith-backed cartel, her path became one of vengeance… until Y/N found her. She had tracked a Sith assassin across six systems, arriving at the same time Y/N did on a barren moon. Their goals aligned. Their fists moved in harmony. And though she fought like thunder incarnate, Y/N’s presence calmed the storm within her. Chun-Li was no Jedi. She wasn’t a Sith. But Y/N saw in her what few did: an avatar of balance, a perfect weapon of justice, capable of love and wrath in equal measure. Now, she stands as the First Guardian of the Reforged Jedi Order, a warrior-monk of immense power who teaches apprentices how to fight without hatred, how to strike with purpose, and how to live without fear. Her philosophy mirrors Y/N’s own: that mastery of the body is mastery of the spirit, and that strength without compassion is just another form of tyranny. When she trains others, she doesn’t just teach combat; she teaches restraint, discipline, and the courage to face one’s inner war without letting it consume you. To the galaxy, Chun-Li is legend. To the Reforged Jedi, she is living proof that justice can be merciful… and mercy can strike harder than any blade.

Juri Han

Juri’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thicker and more muscular than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more thicker and muscular than the ones shown in the other images. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full.

Age: 45 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’0

Bio: Juri was once a gifted martial artist born in the Outer Rim. Her father, a Force-sensitive rebel leader, was captured and killed by Sith Acolytes when she was a child. She was taken and experimented on: infused with Sith poison, alchemy, and kinetic-Force converters, specifically through her left eye, turning her into a walking weapon of chaos. She escaped by butchering her captors and vanishing into the galaxy. For years, Juri acted as a lone assassin, mercenary, and “pleasure-killer,” accepting contracts for warlords, Sith Lords, and corrupt governments… only to betray and slaughter them for fun. She lived only for the next kill, the next thrill, the next moment of feeling alive. Until she met him. Y/N. He didn’t fight her. He tamed her: not by force, but by soul. He touched the shattered creature inside her and whispered, “You were never chaos. You were pain dressed as power.” Now, she walks the path of the Reforged Jedi Order, not as a saint or savior, but as a testament to its deepest truth: that even those born in darkness can learn to command it, rather than be consumed by it. Y/N did not cage her fury — he gave it direction. She remains wild, unpredictable, and unfiltered, but her power now flows with purpose. Juri teaches the adepts of the Order’s Shadow Wing, those who walk the line between calm and chaos, how to harness emotion without letting it rule them. To many, she is terrifying. To Y/N, she is beautiful: a storm given will, a broken flame that learned not to burn herself.

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Cammy White

Cammy’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other pictures. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are way more thick and muscular than the ones shown in the other images.

Age: 55 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’5

Bio: Cammy was engineered to be a weapon. Grown in a lab by a secret Sith-affiliated cabal known as The Red Fang, she was trained from childhood to kill without remorse. Her Force sensitivity was artificially unlocked, and then suppressed, through a brutal regimen of trauma, memory wipes, and emotional deprivation. She was never meant to be. Only to serve. But the Force had other plans. During a failed assassination on the Outer Rim, she encountered Y/N Skywalker-Shan. Not just encountered… fought him. She was faster than any assassin he had ever faced… but not faster than his soul. He didn’t kill her. He saw her. And in that moment of recognition, she broke, not in defeat, but in awakening. Now, Cammy fights for herself. Not as a servant, not as a creation, but as a free woman, a Knight of the Reforged Jedi Order, forged in choice rather than control. Under Y/N’s guidance, she learned that emotion is not a weakness but a compass, that power without will is slavery, and that freedom is the truest form of mastery. She moves like lightning; silent, precise, unstoppable, yet every strike now carries purpose rather than programming. Among the Reforged Jedi, Cammy teaches those born from darkness that liberation begins not with vengeance, but with the courage to feel. To the galaxy, she is the assassin who turned on her makers. To Y/N, she is the living proof that even weapons can choose to love.

Mai Shiranui

Mai’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her face is the one in the other images, with her lisp slightly more plumper and full.

Age: 40 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’2

Bio: Mai is the last living heir to the ancient Shiranui ninja clan, long believed extinct. They were spiritual warriors who wielded the inner flame, a fusion of body, emotion, and nature’s essence, as a form of living Force channeling. After centuries of hiding, Mai emerged as both protector and remnant of that legacy. But she carried a curse, not of darkness, but of loneliness. Of being too powerful, too alive, too human for any single path. The Jedi once rejected her: too emotional, too provocative, too dangerous. But Y/N saw what they couldn’t. He saw the fire not as corruption, but as sacred. After saving her during a raid on her hidden temple, he did not try to tame her, he bowed to her strength. And she, for the first time, chose someone worthy of her devotion. Now, Mai serves within the Reforged Jedi Order as the Keeper of the Living Flame, teaching the art of movement, dance, and fire combat… but more than that, teaching passion as a discipline. To her students, she shows that love, desire, and spirit are not enemies of the Force… they arethe Force when understood in balance. She is fiercely romantic, endlessly playful, yet her loyalty burns hotter than her flames. In Y/N’s arms, the fire finds peace; in hers, he finds warmth that no temple light could rival. To the galaxy, she is a legend reborn. To the Reforged Jedi, she is the heart that reminds them why they fight.

Valeria Garza - Jedi Master

Valeria’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other images. Her face is the one in the RF images, with her lips being slightly more plumper and full. She has a saberstaff, with crimson-purple blades with black static cores.

Age: 45 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’3

Role in the Jedi Order:

Valeria was never the front-line general — she was the Council’s dagger in the dark. Raised in the Corulag Intelligence Temple, she specialized in subterfuge, infiltration, and political manipulation. To the public, she was a Master of calm authority. To the Senate, she was a whisper in the shadows, dismantling corruption before it could bloom. By the time of the Clone Wars, her disillusionment with Jedi orthodoxy was complete. She abandoned the brittle dogma of the old Code and helped lay the groundwork for the Reforged Jedi Order, becoming one of its first Shadow Architects — those who shape truth through silence and survival. Within Y/N’s circle, she is not the flame nor the banner — she is the shadow that ensures enemies never rise unseen.

Visual Identity —  The Serpent’s Fang:

Valeria’s battlefield armor is as much intimidation as protection:

 • Chest & Pauldrons: Sleek phrik-alloy, lacquered in obsidian black with faint violet undertones. Angular pauldrons are shaped like layered scales, reflecting her serpent motif.

 • Waist & Skirt Guard: High-waisted segmented plating with asymmetrical scale patterns, layered over a flowing half-cloak of midnight fabric. The cloak is split, allowing precise freedom of motion while trailing behind her like a serpent’s body.

 • Arms & Vambraces: Silver-black vambraces with hidden compartments for infiltration tools. When her saberstaff ignites, faint veins of crimson light glow along the metalwork like blood in arteries.

 • Greaves & Boots: Tall armored greaves, sharpened at the knees into fang-like projections. Subtle purple sigils inscribed down the shins mark her as a Shadow of the Reforged, not a relic of the fallen Jedi.

 • Mask/Circlet Option: In battle, she sometimes wears a half-mask of obsidian phrik with glowing crimson tracer lines — not for concealment, but to heighten her mythic, serpent-like aura.

Visual Identity — The Veiled Oracle:


Off the battlefield, Valeria favors flowing robes that weaponize mystery:

 • Deep violet and black layered silks, high-collared, with sleeves that taper like serpent tongues.

 • A long hooded cloak embroidered with silver geometric serpent coils, shimmering faintly in low light.

 • A waist sash in blood-crimson, tied with deliberate asymmetry — a subtle rejection of Jedi symmetry and rigidity.

 • Jewelry-like accents — a silver circlet crown with serpent etchings, gold and black armlets — projecting her noble upbringing and aristocratic poise.
In this attire, Valeria becomes less warrior and more high priestess of shadow, commanding by presence alone.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Serpent’s Fang:


Valeria wields a saberstaff, built as both weapon and symbol.

 • Design: The hilt is long, elegant, and segmented, built from a hybrid of phrik and blackened cortosis weave. Its body is wrapped in scaled engravings, like the length of a serpent. The emitter ends flare slightly outward, like fangs bared before striking.

 • Blades:

 • Crimson-Purple Plasma: A haunting hue of deep violet tinted with crimson fire, each blade emanating menace and allure.

 • Black Static Core: The blades are threaded with unstable black energy currents, flickering like lightning within the plasma. The effect is mesmerizing — less chaotic than Kylo Ren’s saber, more serpentine and deliberate, as though the darkness in the crystal coils but never escapes.

 • Symbolism: The serpent staff reflects Valeria herself — balance between elegance and terror, light and shadow, control and release. Its duality embodies her creed: truth lies not in purity, but in wielding both sides of the Force.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Architect of Shadows: She begins as the unseen strategist, coordinating intelligence networks, manipulating Senate currents, and dismantling Separatist plots before they manifest.

 • The Temptress of Truth: With Y/N, she becomes a mirror — exposing hypocrisies, questioning his convictions, and forcing him to see the dangers of his own dogma. Her blade is not always her weapon; often it is her words.

 • The Serpent Ascendant: By the war’s climax, Valeria is no longer hiding behind robes of shadow — she emerges openly as one of the Founding Masters of the Reforged Jedi Order, her saberstaff ignited on the front lines as both banner and warning: balance has its fangs.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Valeria is not flame (like Farah) nor storm (like Ahsoka). She is venom — subtle, alluring, and sharp. Where others comfort him, she dissects him. Where others soften, she hardens. Their bond is not one of teasing or gentleness, but of mutual recognition: two predators who understand the cost of control. With her, Y/N is forced to acknowledge truths he would rather ignore — and he respects her for it.

 • With Farah: Valeria admires Farah’s honor but mocks her idealism. They argue often, but their strategies complement one another like shield and dagger.

 • With Ahsoka: Ahsoka distrusts Valeria’s serpent ways at first, but grows to see the wisdom in her venom. Their debates become legendary among the wives.

 • With the Clones: Unlike Farah or Ahsoka, Valeria is not adored — she is feared and obeyed. Yet her reputation is unmatched: when the Serpent commands, survival follows.

Bio: Valeria Garza was born into an aristocratic family of deep military and political ties on Corulag, a Core World renowned for producing both senators and generals. But her bloodline ran even deeper… her grandmother, a secretive former Jedi Shadow, detected young Valeria’s latent Force sensitivity and quietly arranged for her to be trained under the Corulag Intelligence Temple, a now-defunct Jedi satellite focused on espionage, subterfuge, and infiltration techniques. While most Jedi sought peace, Valeria sought truth through control. Her training was covert, intensive, and brutal… part Jedi, part spy, part assassin. By the age of sixteen, she could dismantle a regime with only a whisper. She rose quickly within the Order’s intelligence network, and by twenty-five, was already being assigned to watch over suspect senators, planetary governors, and even Jedi Council members. She was always loyal… until she saw the cracks in the Order. Valeria never hated the Jedi Code… she outgrew it. By the time she was thirty, she had already realized that the dogma of detachment didn’t stop Jedi from lying to themselves. She began pulling away from the Order’s rigid morality and aligning herself with an older, more complete interpretation of the Force, one that would later evolve into the Reforged Jedi philosophy under Grandmaster Y/N Skywalker-Shan. When the Reforged Jedi Order was established, Valeria became one of its founding architects, the mastermind behind its Black Archive and the designer of its vast intelligence network. She was the quiet hand behind information warfare across the galaxy: uncovering corruption, preventing coups, and erasing threats before they could touch the new Order. She is calm. She is cold. And she is terrifyingly seductive, not through lust, but through dominance of mind and presence. Valeria fights like a serpent in the dark: her saberstaff dances in tight, ruthless arcs, precise rather than flashy. Her style blends Makashi and Tràkata, disarming opponents both physically and psychologically. She often disables rather than kills, but only when it suits her goals. To the galaxy, she is a myth: the Serpent of the Reforged Council, the whisper behind the throne of balance. To Y/N, she is the blade that cuts lies from truth, and the only shadow he never tries to banish.

Mara Rodriguez - Jedi Master

Mara’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other pictures. Her face is the one in the RF images, with her lips slightly more plumper and full. Her lightsaber is deep cobalt blue with silver edge. The lightsaber is single bladed.

Age: 44 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 7’8

Role in the Jedi Order:

Mara began in the Jedi Reconnaissance and Shadow Corps, not as a battlefield commander but as the strike that ended wars before they began. She was the Jedi’s scalpel, not their hammer — dispatched to dismantle Separatist strongholds, assassinate Sith warlords, and disable droid command chains. Unlike Valeria, her shadow work wasn’t manipulation. It was action — clean, silent, and final. When the Reforged Jedi Order emerged under Grandmaster Y/N Skywalker-Shan, Mara was among the first to side with him, drawn to his creed of balance through understanding, peace through strength, and light through acceptance of shadow. She never sought power or position; she simply believed in a way to bring truepeace — not the fragile illusion the old Order preached, but one grounded in reality and resolve.

Visual Identity — The Silent Fang:


Mara’s armor reflects her philosophy: lean, functional, quiet — yet regal in its simplicity.

 • Chest & Plating: Streamlined phrik-alloy cuirass in muted cobalt tones, designed for mobility over bulk. Its edges are trimmed in silver, echoing the glow of her saber’s blade.

 • Pauldrons: Low-profile, angular, etched with minimalist sigils of the Reforged Jedi Order. Not decorative — symbolic, understated.

 • Cloak & Skirt Guard: A split half-cloak in shadow-grey fabric flows behind her knees, hemmed in silver threads. It catches light only in fleeting flashes, like a whisper of presence.

 • Vambraces & Gloves: Matte black, with embedded sensor-disruptors, built for infiltration as much as protection.

 • Greaves & Boots: Polished silver-cobalt, sturdy but narrow, producing almost no sound when she moves.
Her armor gives her the appearance of a phantom knight: silent, reserved, yet impossible to mistake on the battlefield.

Visual Identity —The Silent Oracle:


Outside of combat, Mara wears robes that carry the same balance of simplicity and dignity.

 • Indigo-black layered robes, bound with a thin silver sash.

 • A high collar framing her face, sharp in silhouette, yet softened by flowing lower fabric.

 • A long cloak that pools like a shadow at her feet, embroidered with minimalistic silver strokes resembling lightning bolts.

 • A circlet of brushed silver, unadorned save for a single cobalt gem at the center — a mark of clarity and focus.
Her presence in robes is less warrior, more ascetic — like a wandering monk whose silence speaks louder than speeches.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Cobalt Fang:

 • Design: Single-blade hilt, long and elegant but unembellished. Crafted from durasteel alloy plated in brushed silver, with cobalt inlays running along its spine like veins of ice.

 • Blade Color: Deep cobalt blue edged in silver, resembling lightning frozen in a blade’s form. The edge glow is razor-sharp, highlighting her precision strikes.

 • Symbolism: The cobalt core reflects her clarity, her unwavering compass, her refusal to act from passion. The silver edge represents restraint — every kill is measured, never wasted, never cruel.

 • Technique: A weapon of pure precision — not intimidation, not flair, not deception. It is inevitability given form.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Phantom in the Field: Mara appears in critical battles not as the first to strike, but as the last — the one who ends the fight when no one else can. Her legend grows as soldiers whisper of the “one-strike Master.”

 • The Bridge of Silence: She becomes Y/N’s quiet confidante, someone who doesn’t challenge him with venom or flame, but with silence, simplicity, and focus. She listens, she observes, and when she speaks, her words cut deeper than long speeches.

 • The Cobalt Oracle: By the war’s end, Mara evolves into a living parable of balance — the monk who kills without cruelty, the warrior who brings peace through stillness, the shadow who carries light. She becomes the embodiment of the Reforged Code itself.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: She provides what the others cannot — a stillness. She tempers his chaos not with fire (Farah) or venom (Valeria) but with silence. He comes to her when he needs clarity, not counsel. Their relationship is marked by unspoken understanding.

 • With Farah: Mara respects Farah’s passion and compassion but finds it reckless. Their friendship is built on contrast: flame and water.

 • With Valeria: She is the only one who can stare down Valeria’s serpent gaze without flinching. Valeria resents her stillness, yet also respects her for it.

 • With Ahsoka: Ahsoka learns much from Mara’s discipline, adopting parts of her “one-strike precision” into her own combat style.

Bio: Mara Rodriguez was born to a family of Republic tacticians and naval officers on Anaxes, raised inside a fortress, taught to march before she could read. But her quiet nature set her apart… not cold, not distant… just aware. When Jedi recruiters came to the Core for aptitude testing, they found a five-year-old girl who could sense their movements before they made them. Mara was accepted into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and quickly slotted into the Reconnaissance and Shadow Corps. She wasn’t interested in politics. She preferred results. She became one of the Order’s most lethal silent operators — rarely seen, often underestimated, always remembered… if you lived. Mara is not driven by revenge, pride, or ambition. She seeks quiet peace, even if the path toward it is violent and merciless. She believes in the Force not as a saviour, but as a compass — cold, exact, unwavering. Her Jedi Masters feared she might turn to the dark side due to her capacity for violence, but it was never cruelty — it was necessity. She never killed with hate. She killed for peace. The Reforged Jedi philosophy of balance appealed to her deeply, allowing her to move between light and shadow as needed… not for power, but for precision. She was one of the first Jedi Masters to formally join Y/N’s Reforged Jedi Order after the schism during the Clone Wars — finding in his creed a home for those who refused to blind themselves to the whole of the Force. Mara is a one-strike assassin. Her single cobalt lightsaber flickers like lightning. Her stance is always grounded, spine straight, movements surgical. She doesn’t waste energy, doesn’t gloat, doesn’t show emotion in combat. But when she moves… it’s already too late. She uses: Form IV (Ataru) - Modified for sudden, high-impact bursts of speed. Form V (Djem So) - Only when she needs to counter heavy attacks. Echo Kill - A custom technique using silent footwork and Force-assisted strikes to neutralise before alarms can sound.

Nicky Minaj - Jedi Master

Nicky’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the RF images ones, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the other pictures. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. She has two curved lightsabers, both with deep amethyst cored, framed by pinkish-black plasma blade.

Age: 50 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’5

Role in the Jedi Order:

Nicky’s rise through the Order was always controversial. Too loud. Too flamboyant. Too unorthodox. But every mission proved her effectiveness. She could duel with the best, negotiate with the cleverest, and lead with charisma alone. The Jedi never quite knew what to do with her — a maverick whose results couldn’t be ignored. By the time of the Clone Wars, she was less a “Council candidate” and more a myth whispered in barracks: the Jedi who fought like dance, who bent the Force into rhythm. When Y/N’s New Reforged Jedi Order was formed, she didn’t hesitate. For her, it wasn’t rebellion — it was truth.

Visual Identity — The Rhythm Crown:

Her armor radiates flamboyant strength:

 • Chest & Plating: Deep obsidian phrik cuirass, shaped to her towering frame, trimmed with neon-pink edges that pulse faintly like a heartbeat.

 • Pauldrons: Curved, regal, etched with abstract sigils resembling sound waves.

 • Skirt & Sash: Flowing armored battle-skirt, slit at both thighs for movement, with a shimmering magenta sash trailing like fire when she spins.

 • Vambraces: Black phrik with embedded pulse-emitters, releasing shockwave bursts that punctuate her strikes like bass drops.

 • Boots & Greaves: Silver-black with crimson undertones, tall and commanding, giving her silhouette goddess-like dominance.

The armor’s energy makes her look like a living performance — every move both devastating and captivating.

Visual Identity — The Veiled Siren:


In her robes, she’s less warrior, more queen-priestess:

 • Layers of deep plum and shimmering black, trimmed in silver threads that gleam like starlight.

 • A high ceremonial collar and flowing sleeves that swirl dramatically as she walks.

 • A long hooded cloak, lined with soft crimson, often draped open to reveal her towering form.

 • A circlet crown of platinum, encrusted with faint pink kyber shards that glow to her rhythm.

Her robes make her less a Jedi and more an oracle of rhythm, a symbol of unbound individuality elevated to sacred form.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Siren’s Fangs:

 • Design: Twin curved hilts, sleek and predatory, carved from obsidian alloy with pinkish undertones. Each hilt is subtly asymmetrical, designed for dance-like spins and flowing momentum.

 • Blade Color: Deep amethyst cores surrounded by pink-black plasma edges. The blades thrum with an almost musical resonance, low and vibrating, like a bassline that unsettles opponents before the first strike.

 • Symbolism: The amethyst core represents wisdom through chaos, experience through fire. The pink-black plasma edge embodies her refusal to fit into binaries — neither Jedi serenity nor Sith fury, but a fusion of both.

 • Technique: Her sabers strike like choreography — curved sweeps, sudden reversals, dazzling spins that overwhelm foes physically and mentally. Combat as dance. Victory as performance.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Storm Arrives: Nicky enters the Reforged Jedi as an elder stateswoman — but one that terrifies and inspires equally. Clones talk of her as a goddess of rhythm and destruction, cutting swaths through droid battalions in fluid motion.

 • The Siren of Balance: She becomes the “voice” of the Reforged Jedi in negotiations, blending charisma, wit, and overwhelming presence. Senators melt under her words, rivals break under her stare.

 • The Eternal Rhythm: By the war’s end, she stands as living proof that balance doesn’t mean silence. It means harmony. She is the melody of the Reforged Jedi — their most visible icon of freedom and defiance.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Their dynamic is electric. She teases, pushes, overwhelms, but also grounds him with bold, sisterly wisdom. Where others comfort, she challenges — daring him to embrace his rhythm as she has hers.

 • With Ahsoka: She adores Ahsoka like a younger sister. Their banter is legendary, often sparring in both words and blades, yet with deep affection beneath.

 • With Farah & Mara: Nicky is the loud counterpoint to their silence and precision, but she respects them deeply. She often insists that they keep her from burning too hot.

 • With Valeria: Their rivalry is iconic. Valeria plays serpent; Nicky plays siren. Neither bows, both dominate. Yet their battles always end in laughter… or silence that means more.

Bio: Before the Clone Wars… before Anakin Skywalker or Y/N L/N ever ignited a blade… she arrived. Nicky Minaj wasn’t born in this galaxy — she was reborn into it. Her essence, torn from a collapsing parallel dimension, emerged on a remote Outer Rim world decades ago. A Force nexus planet, rich in echoes of destiny, housed her arrival like a prophecy written in rhythm. The Jedi who found her expected a confused refugee. What they discovered instead was a child of sound and fire, commanding the Force with a fierce, instinctive, primal beauty they could not fully explain. She entered the Jedi Temple as an anomaly… powerful, chaotic, and utterly unapologetic. She challenged instructors. She rewrote meditation practices into movements of rhythm and breath. But when tested in combat, she delivered results even Jedi Masters couldn’t deny. As she rose through the ranks, she became a legend — not for her obedience, but for her results. She led campaigns against warlords in the Outer Rim with style and swagger. Negotiated peace between rival planetary systems using charisma, rhythm, and the subtle grip of the Force. And when lightsabers ignited? Hers moved like dance — fluid, dominant, seductive, and final. Nicky Minaj is not quiet. She is not subtle. She is powerful, elegant chaos given form. Confident without arrogance, because she earned every scar. Teasing and flirtatious, but never without depth. Protective of those she claims as family, especially her fellow Wives — acting as a bold, wise older sister with wisdom learned the hard way. She respected the Jedi, but never worshipped them. Their rules were boxes she refused to be contained in. And when she heard about Y/N’s New Reforged Jedi Order, it wasn’t rebellion — it was recognition. The Order offered what she always knew the Force truly was: Freedom. Fire. Balance through Self. Nicky Minaj’s lightsaber style blends elements of Makashi and Juyo, but she moves like no one else — fluid, rhythmic, like a melody forged from war. She treats battle like performance: flawless, brutal, beautiful. Her curved sabers are designed for rapid engagements, controlled aggression, and psychological domination. Her strength and height grant her a natural advantage — but it’s her mastery of pressure, mental and physical, that crushes opponents. Even Y/N sometimes.

Inque 

Inque’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Nicky’s restrained ones, while her true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Kitana’s true ones. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than Jade’s restrained ones, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and thick than Farah’s true ones. She can change her sizes (tits, ass and legs) at will, so she can make them even more bigger or reduce them when needed. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full, same here.

Age: 50 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height; 7’10 (Normally. She can change it at will, but when she’s with Y/N, she is 9’0)

Bio: Born in the chemical slums of Gotham’s broken future, Inque was never meant to be human. She was sculpted by corporate tyrants as a living weapon — a liquid shadow designed to infiltrate, seduce, and kill. Their experiments burned her body into fluid darkness, her voice into velvet suffocation, her touch into intoxication. They thought they owned her. They thought she was a tool. They forgot that shadows always spread. Inque didn’t escape her creators. She drowned them. She poured herself down their throats, seeped into their lungs, smothered their screams until her name was whispered in terror. And then in reverence. In the fractured husk of Gotham, the broken and the damned began to kneel. First in fear. Then in worship. Soon, the whispers grew into a cult — a congregation of the lost who proclaimed her the Goddess of Shadow and Lust. To them, she was salvation through suffocation, love through domination. To resist her was agony. To submit was bliss. She became their religion. But beneath the worship, Inque herself remained hollow. Power without intimacy. Fear without connection. A goddess adored yet utterly alone. Then came the rift. A wound in the Force, torn open by Sidious’s forbidden rites on Exegol, dragging her into another galaxy. A galaxy where power still had meaning. A galaxy where she found him. Y/N. She tried to consume him like all the rest. To drown him in her liquid form, to coil around his throat until he begged for air. But he didn’t beg. He didn’t break. He just looked at her. Not with fear, not with lust, but with knowing. And for the first time, the goddess of shadows trembled. Inque is not just dominant with Y/N — she is suffocatingly, relentlessly so. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Every embrace is a chokehold, every kiss a drowning, every touch a reminder that his body is hers to melt, reshape, and claim. She towers over him, overwhelms him, consumes him, until surrender isn’t an option but a law of nature. Yet the paradox is this: for all her control, for all her power, Inque has bound herself to him more tightly than any cultist ever did to her. She does not merely rule him — she worships him in return. In Y/N she found the only being who could master her hunger without being devoured by it. To the galaxy, she is still the Goddess of Shadow and Lust. Her cult still kneels in worship, her presence still suffocates like ink flooding the lungs. But only Y/N knows the truth: behind the domination, behind the worship, Inque is his shadow, his goddess, his smothering tide of love and possession that will never, ever let him go. “You are mine. My light, my breath, my chains. Struggle if you want… but you’ll drown in me all the same.”

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Farah Karim - Jedi Master

Farah's appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones in the other images. Her face is the one shown in the RF images, with her lips slightly more plumper and full. She has two lightsabers, one is shorter, and they're yellow and orange.

Age: 30 years old (Phantom Menace) 40-43 years old (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 8’0

Role in the Jedi Order:

Farah Karim is known throughout the Order as the Phoenix Master — a Jedi who embodies resilience, rebirth, and fire harnessed through discipline. One of the youngest ever to reach the rank of Master, she became a legend among both Jedi and soldiers. Her leadership was marked not only by brilliance in battle, but by her insistence that victory meant nothing if innocents were left in ruin. She became a paragon of what a Jedi General could be: sharp-minded, feared by enemies, yet beloved by those under her command. Within the New Reforged Jedi Order, she stands as one of its brightest pillars — the flame that does not devour, but renews.

Visual Identity — Phoenix Regalia:


Farah’s Phoenix Regalia is a synthesis of battlefield pragmatism and divine symbolism, designed to embody both the general and the guardian. Every piece radiates balance between protection and elegance, fire and restraint:

 • Chestplate: Forged from phrik-alloy overlaid with bronze-gold inlays, the plate is sculpted to her powerful frame but kept sleek for agile motion. Its centerpiece is a phoenix sigil, etched across the sternum in rising arcs that shimmer like molten lines when light catches the metal.

 • Pauldrons: Wide but not cumbersome, curved to deflect strikes. Embossed with feathered patterns that taper outward, symbolizing flame-wings poised to ignite. At their edges, faint tracer-light filigree glows when her sabers activate, casting the illusion of fire spreading across her shoulders.

 • Waist & Skirt-Guard: Layered armored plating descends in segmented arcs, trimmed in crimson enamel. Beneath lies flexible fabric armor woven with fire-resistant fibers. A long phoenix-feather patterned sash, crimson and gold, falls at her hip — a commanding accent that moves like trailing embers.

 • Arms & Vambraces: Reinforced vambraces of burnished bronze, engraved with sigils of protection from Jedha’s temple scripts. Their inner mechanisms can emit short kinetic bursts to repel close attacks or shield her forearms against heavy strikes.

 • Greaves & Boots: Tall greaves of layered bronze phrik, accented in luminous gold. Their design flares slightly at the knee, echoing phoenix wings mid-flight. Each step leaves the impression of authority and inevitability, the march of flame given form.

 • Helmet / Circlet Option: Instead of a full helm, Farah wears a circlet crown of bronze and crimson crystal. When activated in battle, it projects a faint, protective visor of shimmering gold light — an ethereal mask that enhances her mythic, phoenix-like visage without obscuring her humanity.

Symbolic Aura:

When Farah ignites her sabers — Solflare (yellow) and Cinderfang (orange shoto) — the armor comes alive. The golden trim reflects the plasma glow, and the phoenix motifs blaze as if aflame, making her silhouette a literal embodiment of fire and rebirth. On the battlefield, she is not merely a general; she is a vision, a standard, a living myth to inspire her men.

Visual Identity — Veiled Phoenix:


Farah wears an ensemble that fuses regal presence with battlefield practicality:

 • Robes of Deep Amber and Ash Black: Flowing layered robes with flame-hued accents along the hems, meant to recall the fire she controls within herself.

 • Phoenix Sash: A long crimson-gold sash at her waist, trailing with her every step — both a warrior’s flourish and her personal sigil.

 • Bracers of Polished Alloy: Designed to endure the intensity of her Jar’Kai combat style, engraved with faint Whills’ script.

 • Boots reinforced in burnished bronze tones: Durable enough for the Outer Rim campaigns, elegant enough to mark her as more than a soldier.

 • Circlet of Jedha Origin: A minimal band resting across her forehead — not ornamental, but symbolic of her roots as a child prophesied on a sacred world.

Her silhouette is both commanding and graceful: she looks less like a soldier, more like a living standard — a warrior-queen whose every motion rallies hearts.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Phoenix Blades:

Primary Saber (Solflare): 


Design:

 • Hilt: Crafted of brushed silver phrik alloy, smooth and elegant, with flowing lines that evoke wings in mid-flight. Subtle orange inlays run along the grip, catching the light like faint embers. The emitter is flared, like the rising sun’s corona, capped with a precision guard to balance weight.

 • Blade: A luminous amber-yellow plasma blade, steady and brilliant. Its glow isn’t harsh — it’s warm, like the dawn breaking across a battlefield, carrying connotations of hope and illumination.

 • Personality: This is her diplomat’s blade, her weapon of inspiration. When Solflare ignites, it’s not just combat — it’s declaration. Troops fight harder when they see it lit.

 • Combat Role: Defensive anchor. She uses Solflare to hold lines, redirect heavy strikes, and stabilize duels. In Jar’Kai sequences, it’s the “shield hand,” steadying her form as the shoto delivers the storm.

Secondary Saber (Cinderfang): 


Design:

 • Hilt: Shorter and more streamlined, with a burnished bronze finish overlaid with dark carbon grips. Subtle engravings inspired by Jedha’s temple iconography spiral around the hilt, as though it were inscribed in fire. Its emitter is reinforced with dual rings for withstanding repeated, rapid parries.

 • Blade: A deep, fiery orange plasma blade, vibrant and aggressive, the color of molten steel or a smoldering forge. Its glow pulses hotter than her primary saber, like flame waiting to surge.

 • Personality: This is her warrior’s blade, the one she keeps closest to her body in battle. It embodies her relentless energy and precision in motion.

 • Combat Role: Offensive dagger. The shoto is built for relentless Jar’Kai strikes, close-quarters slicing arcs, disarms, and sudden bursts of overwhelming speed. It transforms her style into a living inferno when paired with Solflare.

Together: The Phoenix Duality

When both sabers ignite, the amber and orange blades burn in harmony — one radiant, one molten. It’s a visual metaphor for her philosophy: fire as both light and destruction, warmth and judgment.

Her Jar’Kai style flows with dancer’s grace, her body a whirlwind of flame-colored light. Where Y/N wields the shadow and Ahsoka the storm, Farah is the fire that both illuminates and consumes. Troops have nicknamed the sight of her in full combat “The Phoenix Ascendant” — a figure wreathed in twin flames, unstoppable and untouchable.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Flame Contained: Introduced as one of the Order’s most respected tacticians, her authority and grace make her untouchable. She is the Jedi many wish they could be.

 • The Flame Unbound: Fighting beside Y/N, she learns the limits of pure discipline, and how passion — when controlled — can become a greater strength.

 • The Phoenix Risen: By the war’s end, she redefines what a Jedi Master means, rising not only as a general but as a matriarchal figure within the Reforged Order’s new pantheon of leaders.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: She tests him constantly, not through combat alone but through philosophy and strategy. Where he rages, she tempers. Where he doubts, she challenges. Their relationship is forged on mutual respect, sharpened by fire — she admires his raw power, but loves the man who hesitates before wielding it.

 • With Ahsoka: They operate almost like co-generals — the Valkyrie and the Phoenix. Ahsoka is the strike, Farah is the anchor. Together, they embody the Order’s future.

 • With the Clones: To her battalion, the Twilight Phoenix Division, she is legend. They paint phoenix motifs on their armor not as a command, but as devotion. Their fiercest pride isn’t their victories — it’s that they followed Farah Karim, and survived.

Bio: Born to a devout guardian family on Jedha, a moon steeped in ancient Force tradition, Farah Karim showed raw affinity before she could walk. A seer from the Temple of the Whills foresaw a child “with fire in her veins and calm in her breath” and sent word to Coruscant. Taken at age three to the Jedi Temple, she outpaced her peers — not through arrogance, but a balance of precision, humility, and purpose. She trained under martial masters like Plo Koon and philosophers like Luminara Unduli, becoming a bridge between the saber and the scripture. Her connection to the Force burned bright — not as wildfire, but as a forge. Contained. Focused. Alive. By her mid-twenties, she was already one of the youngest Jedi Masters to command full divisions across the Outer Rim, earning renown for surgical victories against pirates and rogue Sith cults. Her dual-blade style, tactical acumen, and unyielding compassion won her respect across every rank — from clones to senators. Despite the chaos of war, she remained grounded. Respected. Unshaken. Desired. And then… Y/N arrived. Farah is the embodiment of a refined flame: Disciplined - She trains every day. Even in peace, she prepares for war. Compassionate - To her troops, she is more than a general — she is their protector. Witty - In private, her humor glows through — her smirk is the calm before victory. Authoritative - She never raises her voice — her presence does it for her. Alluring - Not just in body, but in command. She carries herself like a queen who needs no crown. She walks like a Jedi. She fights like a storm. And when she loves? It is fiercely earned — and utterly unbreakable. Her lightsaber technique is a fluid blend of Ataru and Jar’Kai, fusing dancer’s grace with military precision. Her orange-yellow blades cut arcs of motion like living banners of dawn — swift, radiant, relentless. Among the Jedi and clone commanders, her name stands beside Kenobi, Windu, Anakin, and Y/N — not as an imitator, but as an equal. Her Twilight Phoenix Division became a mythic unit, famed for battles that ended with zero civilian casualties. In the Reforged Council chambers, she is more than a general: She is the Voice of Renewal — the steady flame guiding the new generation of Jedi to remember that power without empathy is ash. Even the Grandmaster himself, Y/N Skywalker-Shan, trusts her counsel above all others in times of doubt. And when she speaks — calm, deliberate, unwavering — the Council listens.

Maya - Jedi Master

Maya’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the images, while her true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Mara’s true ones. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than shown here, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and thick than Valeria’s true ones. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her lightsaber is deep silver with an electric teal core, symbolising clarity, fluidity and adaptive judgment.

Age: 48 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’2

Role in the Jedi Order:

Maya was the Council’s shadow — their scalpel in the dark, their answer to threats too subtle for the battlefield and too dangerous for politics. When corruption needed to be confirmed, when rogue Jedi whispered secrets in the night, it was Maya they sent. Never the loudest, never the most decorated, but always the most effective. Among her peers she was legend cloaked in silence. With the New Reforged Jedi Order, she found not rebellion, but resonance: a philosophy where her precision and clarity were not seen as cold detachment, but as the highest form of balance.

Visual Identity — The Ghost’s Mantle:


 • Chestplate: Slim silver phrik with matte finish, shaped for mobility rather than intimidation. Its surface scatters light, making her appear to vanish when cloaked in shadow.

 • Pauldron & Cloak: A single asymmetrical pauldron over the left shoulder, anchoring a long cloak in storm-grey, its edges frayed deliberately — whispering like smoke when she moves.

 • Gauntlets: Lightweight phrik, with subtle engravings of spiral lines resembling shifting currents, echoing her Jensaarai-inspired motion.

 • Leg Plating: Minimal, contoured to the body, lacquered black with teal accents at the joints. Built to vanish in shadow but flash with sudden brilliance under sabers’ glow.

 • Boots: Silent-step phrik boots, engineered to dull impact, letting her move as if sound itself bends around her.

Her silhouette is spectral, more phantom than warrior. On the battlefield she does not charge. She appears.

Visual Identity — The Seer’s Shroud:


Her robes speak of mystery, not dominance:

 • Deep black layered over silver-grey undergarments, flowing and weightless.

 • A hood that drapes low over her head, concealing her gaze until she chooses otherwise.

 • Teal-thread embroidery along the hems, forming geometric spirals reminiscent of ripples in still water.

 • Long sleeves slit at the wrist for saber draw, the motion itself fluid and uninterrupted.

 • A wide sash in muted silver binds the waist, trailing in strips that resemble flowing water when caught by wind.

These robes cast her less as general, more as oracle — calm, enigmatic, yet undeniably dangerous.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Blade of Stillness:

 • Design: A single, straight hilt of brushed silver phrik, unadorned but elegant. Its grip is leather-wrapped in storm-grey, worn but cared for, marked only by a faint spiral etching near the emitter.

 • Blade Color: Deep silver plasma, pierced by an electric teal core. In motion, the blade looks like liquid light — both fluid and crackling.

 • Symbolism: The silver represents clarity, the discipline of restraint, the refusal of indulgence. The teal core is adaptability and judgment — the spark of intuition and foresight she embodies.

 • Presence: The hum of her blade is unusually quiet, steady, almost meditative. But its strikes? Always decisive, never wasted. A weapon of inevitability.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Phantom General: Her battalion rarely saw her fight directly. Instead, she orchestrated battles through silence and foresight, moving like a shadow among them, striking only where decisive.

 • The Edge of Trust: With Y/N and the Reforged Jedi, she reveals more of herself. Not warmth exactly, but vulnerability — a reminder that silence is not absence, but choice.

 • The Ghost Unveiled: By the war’s end, she embodies inevitability: every whisper, every calculation, every flowing motion culminating in victories that feel preordained. She is less warrior, more executioner of fate.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: She is his quiet anchor, the one who doesn’t overwhelm him with fire or tease, but cuts directly to what matters. To him, she is the most dangerous and the most grounding: a blade hidden in velvet.

 • With Ahsoka: Ahsoka’s fire and Maya’s water clash at times, but Maya respects her defiance. Ahsoka sees Maya as the embodiment of stillness she herself cannot attain.

 • With Farah: Sisters-in-discipline. They train together often, their synergy frightening in its precision.

 • With Valeria: A quiet rivalry. Where Valeria plays serpent, Maya is smoke. They often find themselves testing each other’s patience.

 • With Nicky: Nicky teases her endlessly for being “too serious.” Yet Nicky admits Maya scares her in ways even she can’t explain.

 • With Mara: Mutual recognition. Both are predators of silence. Mara strikes like lightning; Maya flows like water. Together, they’re lethal.

Bio: Maya was born into the pressure-cooker of Carida’s militarized culture — a world where brilliance in combat was expected and mercy was a weakness. She rose not through bravado but through precision. She trained under Jedi Watchmen stationed in the system during the last days of the Stark Hyperspace War and was later inducted fully into the Order after tracking and capturing a rogue Sith cult without drawing a single weapon. She was chosen for shadow missions. Covert takedowns. Deep insertion. If a temple needed to be silenced, if a warlord vanished overnight, Maya had walked the corridors unseen. She earned her rank not through glory… but through results. And when the Jedi Council whispered of betrayal within their own Order, it was Maya they sent to confirm it. Silent. Calm. Inescapably observant. She walks like the edge of a blade — balanced, still, and always a step ahead. Speaks rarely, but always memorably. Keeps to herself but watches everything. Every twitch. Every breath. Does not smile easily, except when you’re not expecting it. To the Jedi Order, she was their best kept secret. To the New Reforged Jedi, she is the unseen hand of foresight. To Y/N, she is the edge between peace and wrath — soft only for him. Maya is not a duelist in the traditional sense… she is a ghost that uses the Force like breath, always flowing, never wasted. She utilizes an unorthodox lightsaber form, combining elements of: Form II (Makashi) - Efficiency and precise strikes. Form VI (Niman) - Balanced integration of Force and saber. Jensaarai Fluid Motion - Spiral and evasive counters, rarely seen by traditional Jedi.

Karla Rivas - Jedi Master

Karla’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in here, while her true ones are just slightly more bigger than Farah’s true ones. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than shown here, while her true legs are slightly more muscular and thick than Valeria’s true ones. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her lightsaber is molten Amber with copper veins, an homage to blood, resilience and rebirth from pain.

Age: 56 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 7’11

Role in the Jedi Order:

Karla Rivas was never the Council’s favorite, but she was always their necessary blade. A battlefield commander, Shadow enforcer, and protector of the forgotten. She spoke little, but when she did, people listened. Her time in the Order was defined by her refusal to compromise civilians for doctrine — if orders endangered innocents, she disobeyed. Not because she sought rebellion, but because she lived what the Code pretended to preach: protection first. The Jedi tolerated her grit because they couldn’t deny her results. When the New Reforged Jedi Order emerged, she didn’t hesitate. For the first time, philosophy met practice: a code that embraced her conviction without demanding compromise.

Visual Identity — The Ember Bastion:


 • Chestplate: Angular, volcanic contours. Shaped like interlocking stone plates, but slimmer, almost like a breastplate carved from obsidian cracked with glowing magma veins. Central vertical fissure glow (like a molten scar) running down the sternum, giving her presence without adding bulk.

 • Pauldrons: Layered, volcanic “shards” — jagged edges that flare outward slightly. They look like erupted rock strata, broken but controlled. When she channels the Force, the glowing runes pulse down the layers, like lava coursing through cracks.

• Bracers: Not slabs, but volcanic gauntlets; fractured phrik plates with glowing underlayers, giving them a molten-core feel. Their taper keeps them sleek, but the fractures signal power waiting to erupt.

• Lower Armor: Segmented phrik combat skirt, angled to give coverage without weight. Imagine obsidian shards arranged for mobility — defensive but not massive. Dark combat leathers beneath, visible only at the joints, so the armor still reads solid but never clunky.

• Boots: Heavy but shaped with pillar-like vertical lines, glowing faintly at the seams, so every step is seismic yet sharp. Instead of blockiness, the cut emphasizes upright volcanic power — like standing stones cracked with fire.

Silhouette & Aura:

 • From afar: tall, angular, volcanic — like a fortress with fire inside.

 • Up close: segmented armor, fissures of molten light, the sense of contained pressure, like a volcano restrained by its crust.

 • She is not “bulky brute force,” but seismic inevitability: fire contained within disciplined stone.

Visual Identity — The Ashen Shroud:

Her robes echo resilience more than mysticism:

 • Dark charcoal-grey fabric, layered heavy like armor but flexible for combat.

 • A cloak of scorched umber, weathered and battle-worn, trailing with tears that resemble ash carried by the wind.

 • Amber-thread embroidery along the hem — stylized flame motifs climbing upward, representing her rebirth from suffering.

 • Wide belt of hardened leather, clasped with a sigil forged in copper, resembling a cracked shield reforged.

 • Hood optional, but when drawn, frames her in shadow and firelight, an oracle of endurance.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Molten Fang:

 • Design: A broad, heavy hilt forged of dark phrik with inlaid copper channels. Its surface is rough-textured, built more for grip than elegance, with faint burn-scarring like a tool used endlessly.

 • Blade Color: Molten amber plasma shot through with copper veins, resembling liquid fire breaking through cracks of stone.

 • Symbolism: The blade is pain, tempered into resilience. It embodies her survival and her defiance — that suffering can become strength without consuming identity.

 • Presence: Its hum is deep and guttural, like stone cracking under heat. When swung, it howls, a sound both primal and commanding.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Immovable Wall: Early in the war, Karla becomes the shield of her troops and allies — unyielding in defense, brutal in counterattack.

 • The Ember General: As battles grow bloodier, she emerges as the voice of harsh wisdom. She doesn’t give hope through pretty words but through absolute certainty: “You’ll live, because I’ll make sure of it.”

 • The Last Fire: In the war’s climax, her role becomes mythic: the juggernaut who stands between annihilation and survival, burning brighter as the galaxy darkens.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: She is his wall of fire, the protector who challenges him not with temptation, but with blunt honesty. She respects him deeply because he carries his scars without running.

 • With Ahsoka: Sees in Ahsoka the fire of rebellion she once carried herself. Often acts as her grounding force, reminding her that fire burns brightest when contained, not uncontrolled.

 • With Valeria: They argue often; Valeria is serpent’s subtlety, Karla is volcanic bluntness. Yet both respect the other as women who refuse to bend.

 • With Nicky: Karla rolls her eyes at Nicky’s dramatics, but secretly admires her vibrancy. Nicky teases Karla endlessly to crack her stern exterior.

 • With Mara: Mutual understanding. Both operate without unnecessary flourish. Mara strikes like lightning; Karla endures like stone.

 • With Maya: Sees Maya as too ghostly, too elusive. Yet she respects Maya’s stillness, balancing her own fiery weight.

 • With Farah: Protective. Karla sees Farah’s spark and wants to ensure it’s never crushed the way hers almost was.

Bio: Born into the smog-choked undercities of Ord Mantell, Karla never knew peace. Her family ran security in the lawless zones, where syndicates controlled every breath and “justice” was whoever pulled the trigger first. She survived gang wars, starvation riots, black-market purges, and the casual cruelty of a Republic that didn’t care to look. At age 10, she broke a slaver’s wrist with a vibro-pipe to protect a younger child. At age 14, she orchestrated a strike against a mid-tier weapons syndicate. At 18, she was recruited as an informant by a Jedi Shadow tracking Sith relics being smuggled through the region. The Force had always whispered to her… not like a gentle wind, but like a storm beneath the skin. A raging volcano wrapped in discipline, just waiting to be refined. The Jedi offered her something she never expected: not salvation, but a chance to weaponize her trauma into clarity. And she accepted. Karla fights with grounded brutality, every motion efficient, deliberate, and honed from decades of real combat. She’s a master of: Form V (Shien / Djem So) - Counteroffensive might and aggressive defense. Jar’Kai Variant - Deep familiarity with dual forms (though she primarily uses one saber). Unarmed Combat - Techniques enhanced by Force-fused strikes. She is a Force juggernaut with a tactician’s mind — not flashy, but unrelentingly effective. Blunt. Stern. Grit-forged. Karla is not here to comfort or to inspire. She’s here to protect. Commands with presence, voice low, firm, and unforgettable. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t bend. But for those who earn her respect? She’s a wall between them and oblivion. Among the Jedi, she was respected but feared — a master who questioned orders when they endangered lives. She was not exiled, but walked into the New Reforged Jedi Order by choice, where philosophy and freedom finally aligned with her convictions.

Megan Thee Stallion - Jedi Master

Megan’s appearance changes: Her  restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than shown in here, while her true tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Nicky’s true ones. Her restrained legs are slightly more muscular and thick than shown in here, while her true legs are slightly more thick and muscular than the true ones of Nicky’s. Her lips are slightly more plumper and full. Her lightsaber is double bladed and has two deep magma orange blades with glowing ember cores.

Age: 45 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’4

Role in the Jedi Order:

Megan was the Jedi Order’s anomaly: a force of nature they couldn’t tame, but also couldn’t deny. Unlike most Jedi, she didn’t meditate in silence — she moved. Her lessons to initiates often scandalized the Temple: dance in place of stillness, rhythm instead of stoicism, laughter instead of solemnity. But her results were undeniable. She calmed panicked troops with nothing but her voice, rallied entire cities by walking into them, and turned despair into fire. While not trusted by the Council for her “unorthodox” methods, she became a myth among clones and young Jedi alike — the Master who could make even fear itself move to her tempo. When the New Reforged Jedi Order rose under Y/N, Megan embraced it instantly — finally, a philosophy as unbound yet disciplined as she was: one that saw rhythm not as rebellion, but as harmony in motion.

 Visual Identity — The Emberstorm Regalia:


 • Chest & Torso: Glowing phrik-weave corset-plate, obsidian black with molten orange seams, pulsing faintly like a beating heart. Flexible but radiant, meant to channel heat rather than deflect it.

 • Shoulders: Wide, arched pauldrons edged with copper trim, shaped like rising flames frozen in steel.

 • Bracers & Gloves: Copper-gilded vambraces etched with flowing flame motifs. When she strikes, their glow intensifies, making her fists burn like embers.

 • Leg Armor: Flowing segmented plating, designed with deliberate curves that emphasize motion. Each panel shimmers like cooled magma cracked with hidden fire.

 • Boots: Heavy phrik combat boots, their soles etched with resonance symbols, leaving faint glowing steps in her wake when the Force courses through her.

Her silhouette is that of a flame dancer and a juggernaut fused into one — unstoppable momentum with volcanic flair.

Visual Identity — The Rhythmcloak:


Her robes reject austerity, embracing passion and movement:

 • Flowing crimson-and-ember layered robes, high-slit for agility, glowing embroidery spiraling like rhythmic waves.

 • A long trailing cloak lined with ember-threading, shimmering in motion as though alive with firelight.

 • Wide sleeves designed to flare dramatically during combat, blending elegance with intimidation.

 • A copper-gold belt clasp in the shape of twin crossed sabers, representing harmony between duality.

 • Hood optional, but when lowered, her presence burns bright, radiant and commanding — like an oracle of fire and sound.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Twin Emberfangs:


 • Design: Twin-ended hilt of volcanic steel and obsidian phrik, shaped with flowing curves. Carved resonance glyphs run its length, glowing faintly as though alive when ignited.

 • Blade Color: Deep magma orange with glowing ember cores, resembling volcanic vents in constant eruption.

 • Presence: The blades roar with a rhythm like percussion — a low, pulsing hum punctuated by sizzling overtones, as if the plasma itself vibrates in tempo.

 • Symbolism: Her sabers embody eruption and rebirth, rhythm and fire. They burn not just to kill, but to command attention — to turn combat into both warning and performance.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Rhythm Unchained: Early battles show her transforming despair into fury, rallying entire divisions with her voice and presence alone.

 • The Flame in the Storm: In the mid-war, Megan becomes both destroyer and savior, dancing through armies with blazing saber arcs that feel like choreography writ in flame.

 • The Emberstorm Oracle: In the climax, her role crystallizes: a prophet of survival who shows soldiers, civilians, and allies that fire is not only destruction — it is also life, heat, and rebirth.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Megan respects him not just as a warrior, but as someone who carries rhythm and restraint in equal measure. She teases him often, but also supports him with fierce loyalty.

 • With Ahsoka: She treats Ahsoka as a sister-in-flame, encouraging her to embrace fire as expression, not just duty.

 • With Nicky: The two together are a storm of charisma — bold, brash, unstoppable. Their banter is legendary, their duets on the battlefield overwhelming.

 • With Farah: Megan’s fire softens Farah’s discipline, encouraging her to loosen her rigid edge and embrace joy.

 • With Valeria: Valeria’s cold, serpent-like demeanor clashes with Megan’s raw openness, but they balance each other — dominance from two opposite angles.

 • With Mara: Megan calls her “the Lightning,” and admires her silent ferocity. Where Mara is silence, Megan is thunder.

 • With Maya: Respects Maya’s ghostlike subtlety, but often insists on pulling her into the “dance,” reminding her that presence can be power.

 • With Karla: Sees Karla as a wall of fire turned inward, and constantly pushes her to laugh — even if it’s rare.

Bio: Megan was not born to silence. She came screaming into the galaxy within the underground pulse-temples of Skako Prime, where rhythm controlled every machine and movement — where Force-sensitive children were trained to feel before they were taught to think. These catacombs pulsed with seismic beats… living, breathing harmonies of pressure and flame. From an early age, Megan could shift ambient resonance, altering the mood and morale of entire rooms with a single motion, laugh, or battle cry. Her Force sensitivity manifested through motion, rhythm, and emotional gravity — she didn’t bend the Force with stillness, but danced with it. She didn’t meditate. She moved. By age 9, she broke a corrupt overseer’s bones using nothing but momentum and a fallen vibro-drum. By 14, she had already built her own double-bladed saber from molten corestones and ember-crystals mined from active vents. By 17, the Jedi High Council took notice — not to tame her, but to understand her. She wasn’t a prodigy. She was a phenomenon. Charismatic. Thunderous. Unapologetically dominant. Megan is a walking gravity well of self-respect, raw joy, and intense passion. She will cut down a dark acolyte with one hand while hyping up a Padawan with the other. She doesn’t beg for respect — she pulls it out of people, like breath from lungs. She won’t let your fear stop you, but she will call it out. She teaches strength in softness, laughter in trauma, rhythm in rage. To younglings and learners, she’s a mythic teacher of body wisdom. To her enemies, she’s a storm they didn’t know they summoned. Megan thrives within the New Reforged Jedi Order, where freedom and focus coexist. She believes in power through honesty, trauma through rhythm, and healing without silence. Megan doesn’t “fight.” She performs. Her fighting style blends Form VI: Niman (the diplomat’s form) with a self-created, rhythm-fueled variation of Jar’Kai and Juyo, turning combat into a primal display of tempo, emotion, and precision. Every strike is theatrical, brutal, and elegant — a symphony of flame and freedom.

Lara Croft - Jedi Master

Lara’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones shown in the RF pictures, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than the ones in the other pictures. Her face is the one in the other images with her lips slightly more plumper and full. Her lightsaber is single bladed with a radiant deep cerulean blue core wrapped in white light.

Age: 46 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’5

Role in the Jedi Order:

Master Lara Croft is a bridge between the living Force and its forgotten echoes. She serves as one of the Order’s foremost experts on ancient civilizations, Force nexuses, and artifacts of both Jedi and Sith. While not traditionally raised in the Temple from youth, her unique initiation as a late-teen gave her an outsider’s clarity and a respect for knowledge beyond doctrine. She is often deployed as a diplomat or investigator when the past resurfaces in ways that shape the present. Within the Jedi hierarchy, she is revered not for martial dominance but for her irreplaceable scholarship, intuition, and deep serenity. On the battlefield, she acts less as a general and more as a stabilizing guardian and strategist — a voice of wisdom who can still cut through droid battalions with unshakable precision when forced to act.

Visual Identity — The Relicguard Regalia:


 • Chest & Torso: A phrik-alloy cuirass designed with overlapping plates, each etched with fragments of runic inscriptions from Jedi ruins she’s uncovered. Its surface is polished bronze-steel, blending utility and scholarship into a knightly aesthetic.

 • Shoulders: Rounded pauldrons embossed with glyphs representing balance, resilience, and preservation, their faint glow tied to her attunement with the Force.

 • Bracers & Gloves: Flexible leather-wrapped vambraces inscribed with archival sigils. They conceal compact tool compartments — a fusion of archaeologist’s gear and Jedi defense.

 • Leg Armor: Streamlined armored greaves paired with climbing straps and harness clips, reflecting her dual role as seeker and protector.

 • Boots: Heavy-tread boots suited for traversal across ruins and rough terrain, built to endure as much as to defend.

Her armored silhouette is that of a guardian-scholar, a Jedi who protects knowledge as fiercely as she wields it.

Visual Identity — The Seeker’s Shroud:

 • Layered earth-toned and slate-grey robes, practical and flowing, designed for fieldwork in harsh climates.

 • A long hooded cloak drapes across her shoulders, embroidered subtly with gold-and-silver threadwork that forms ancient Je’daii spirals.

 • Wide sleeves taper at the wrists, concealing climbing hooks and datapads, symbolic of her life straddling battlefield and digsite.

 • A leathered utility belt adorned with relic-case compartments, fragments of kyber shards, and scroll capsules, giving her an aura of scholar-adventurer.

 • The hood, when raised, frames her face in shadows like a desert wanderer or temple guardian, enhancing her enigmatic aura.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Cerulean Torch:

 • Design: A single, elongated hilt of tempered phrik-bronze, its grip wrapped in aged bantha leather taken from a recovered Je’daii reliquary. Faint geometric carvings run along its spine.

 • Blade Color: Radiant deep cerulean core wrapped in white light, like the clarity of sky refracted through ancient crystal.

 • Symbolism: The blade represents knowledge as illumination — not fire to destroy, but light to guide through darkness. It is both a scholar’s torch and a warrior’s sword.

 • Combat Signature: Her movements blend Soresu’s defensive elegance with bursts of Ataru’s agile acrobatics, reflecting her life in collapsing temples and shifting ruins. Her strikes are measured, precise, conserving energy until a decisive end is necessary.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Silent Guardian: Early in the Clone Wars, Lara focuses on recovering lost Force nexuses and preventing Sith artifacts from falling into Separatist hands.

 • The Scholar at War: As the conflict escalates, she takes command reluctantly, using strategy, wisdom, and her unshakable calm to guide troops through chaos.

 • The Echo of Balance: By the war’s climax, Lara embodies a rare blend of sage and knight — a living reminder that knowledge is not passive, but a weapon of survival.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: She treats him with profound respect, seeing in him echoes of Revan and the Je’daii philosophy she has long studied. Their bond is not just personal but philosophical — two seekers drawn by the Force’s deepest currents.

 • With Ahsoka: Acts as mentor-sister, showing her how to interpret the Force not just as power, but as living history.

 • With Farah: Respects her as a disciplined flame, grounding her fire with quiet reminders of patience.

 • With Valeria: Their philosophies clash at times; Valeria pursues dominance, Lara seeks understanding. Yet their mutual brilliance creates begrudging respect.

 • With Mara & Maya: Shared shadows — all three have histories in covert missions. She understands their silence and adds her voice as balance.

 • With Karla: Both hardened by survival, Lara softens Karla’s bluntness with wisdom, while Karla reminds Lara not to overthink in the heat of battle.

 • With Megan & Nicky: She is the quiet counterpoint to their stormy energy, the stillness that tempers rhythm and fire.

Bio: Master Lara Croft is not a warrior in the traditional sense. She is a seeker — of truth, of balance, of the Force’s oldest whispers. Discovered as a Force-sensitive during an archaeological expedition on the Outer Rim, she was brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant as a teenager — far later than most initiates. Yet her bond with the Force was natural, fluid, instinctive. She didn’t just hear the Force — she listened to it in stone, wind, and silence. As she matured, Lara became one of the Order’s foremost experts in ancient Jedi and Sith lore. She ventured into forgotten temples, collapsed nexuses, and haunted tombs not to fight, but to understand. She wielded her saber sparingly, but with deadly skill. She resolved conflicts through knowledge and presence, not violence. Yet when war came… she fought. And no one could deny her precision or resolve. Lara embodies the ideal of Jedi serenity — calm, poised, deeply wise, and utterly composed in both battlefield and council chambers. She believes the Force is not just energy, but history, memory, and choice. Quiet, but never timid. Firm in her principles, yet open to learning. Patient with the young, uncompromising with the corrupt. She does not chase power or influence. Her authority is earned by respect, not fear. Even the High Council once deferred to her on matters of ancient truth and Force anomalies. But when the Council fell — when the Jedi Order broke under the weight of its own blindness — Lara did not despair. She understood. The galaxy’s destruction was merely another layer of the same ancient cycle she had studied all her life: creation, stagnation, collapse, renewal. So when Y/N Skywalker-Shan founded the New Reforged Jedi Order, Lara was among the first to stand beside him. To her, it was not rebellion. It was restoration — the Force remembering itself. Now, she serves as the Order’s High Archivist and Keeper of Echoes, guiding its scholars and young knights through the ruins of the past and into the clarity of a reborn philosophy. She often advises Grandmaster Y/N directly, grounding his vision in millennia of perspective while preserving her independence as a seeker of truth. Despite her reserved nature, Lara can be witty, warm, and playfully sharp-tongued — but only around those she trusts. Her relationships are few, but deeply cherished. Her lightsaber technique remains a graceful blend of Soresu and Ataru — defense, misdirection, and environment-based adaptation. She fights to protect knowledge, not to display it; to contain violence, not glorify it. To the New Reforged Jedi, she is The Echo of Balance — a scholar-sentinel who walks between history and destiny, ensuring that this time, the Order remembers what it once forgot.

Panam Palmer - Jedi Master

Panam’s appearance changes: Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than the ones shown in the RF images, while her true tits and ass are way more bigger than the ones shown in the other images. Her restrained legs are slightly more thick and more muscular than the ones in the RF images, while her true legs are way more muscular and thick than shown in the other images. Her!lips are slightly more plumper and full than shown in the images. Her lightsaber is single bladed and has a bronze blade with an amber core.

Age: 45 years old (When she meets Y/N)

Height: 8’5

Role in the Jedi Order:

Panam is a battle-hardened Sentinel with the soul of a nomad. Raised in tribal wastelands, she embodies survivalist pragmatism fused with raw Force intuition. Unlike most Jedi, she doesn’t draw strength from quiet meditation — she draws it from motion, from trust, from the tangible bonds of loyalty and oath. She is the frontline spirit of the New Reforged Jedi Order, never asking others to risk what she herself would not. When the rigid doctrines of the old High Council suffocated her honesty, she walked into Y/N Skywalker-Shan’s reformation without hesitation, finding there the freedom to wield her fire unapologetically.

Visual Identity — The Nomad’s Forge:

 • Chestplate: Bronze-etched beskar alloy reinforced with salvaged starfighter plating, burnished and scarred with desert storms.

 • Pauldrons: Broad, layered, almost tribal in motif, engraved with the sigils of her convoy. Each mark a reminder of fallen kin.

 • Bracers & Gloves: Mechanical-tech hybrids; vambraces integrate spanner tools and concealed blaster ports, reflecting her engineer’s touch.

 • Leg Armor: Heavy greaves reinforced for desert marches, polished to a bronze sheen, practical but imposing.

 • Utility Harness: A belt loaded with parts, modular tools, scrap-charms, and memory tokens from her nomadic tribe.

 • Cloak: A tattered sand-cloak, fringed with copper threading that glints in light, giving her the look of a desert guardian.

She wears her survival like armor — utilitarian, scarred, and utterly personal.

Visual Identity — The Convoy Mantle:

 • Deep earthen robes layered beneath a sleeveless, open-front desert coat.

 • Worn leathers and fabrics patched together from nomadic salvage, blending function and rugged elegance.

 • Accents of bronze and amber embroidery, recalling both her saber’s blade and her tribal heritage.

 • Hood broad and practical, designed to shield from sandstorms but also giving her a mysterious, sentinel-like silhouette.

Her robes project unpretentious strength — a woman of the dust and fire, not of polished marble halls.

Lightsaber Arsenal — The Bronze Ember:

 • Design: A single broad-grip hilt of reforged scavenged parts, wrapped in worn nerf-hide leather. Copper veins run down the emitter like molten cracks.

 • Blade Color: Bronze blade with an amber core — a symbol of resilience, rebirth, and fierce loyalty.

 • Combat Style: Her strikes mix Form V (Shien / Djem So) with improvised brutalist counters and unarmed grappling. She fights like an outlaw warrior: direct, adaptive, overwhelming.

 • Philosophy: To Panam, the saber isn’t ceremony. It’s a promise — protection of her kin and vengeance against betrayal.

Arc Across the War:

 • The Reluctant Recruit: Taken from her tribe, she mistrusted the Order but excelled in piloting, mechanics, and tactics.

 • The Outer Rim Firebrand: Became a battlefield legend, revered among troopers and Sentinels for her refusal to hide behind rank.

 • The Grey Flame: When the Council’s hypocrisy outweighed its wisdom, she followed Y/N’s break from the old ways, her loyalty absolute.

Relationship Dynamics:

 • With Y/N: Fierce loyalty. Challenges him openly when she disagrees, but once she gives her word, she will not break it.

 • With Lara Croft: Respects Lara’s calm but often teases her for being “too polite.” Their bond is an opposites-attract synergy: wisdom and fire.

 • With Mara & Maya: Sees them as too silent and calculating, but she trusts them in battle.

 • With Karla: Kindred spirits forged in survival — blunt, scarred, brutally honest. Their respect is mutual and unshakable.

 • With Megan & Nicky: Loves their rawness and rhythm — they share laughter and reckless battle energy.

 • With Ahsoka: Protective and big-sisterly, encouraging Ahsoka to follow her instincts rather than overthink.

Bio: Panam Palmer was born in the wastelands of Arvala-7, daughter of a dwindling tribal convoy of Force-sensitive nomads — descendants of outlawed Jedi who had fled persecution during the Pius Dea purges centuries earlier. These survivors adopted a self-reliant, tech-savvy way of life, mastering both ancient Force rites and scavenged machinery. In that crucible of rust, storms, and clan feuds, Panam emerged as a fierce warrior and loyal protector. Her connection to the Force was raw, unrefined — like the engine of a speeder rebuilt a thousand times over. A Jedi Seeker eventually found her after rumors spread of a teenage girl who could tame sand beasts and predict skyfire storms. But Panam didn’t come quietly. It took three Jedi to subdue her, and even then, she demanded her tribe’s safety in exchange for leaving. At the Temple, her rebelliousness, practical mindset, and refusal to bend to politics alienated the High Council. Yet her tactical brilliance, engineering intuition, and unmatched piloting quickly made her a legend among the more grounded Jedi ranks — especially among Sentinels and battlefield scouts. She was never comfortable on Coruscant but thrived on the Outer Rim, where justice meant getting your hands dirty. Panam is hot-tempered, passionate, and fiercely loyal — traits often viewed as weaknesses by orthodox Jedi but embraced within the New Reforged Jedi Order of Y/N Skywalker-Shan, after she ultimately defected from the rigid ways of the old Order. She’s emotionally direct and refuses to hide behind titles or silence, even when facing Jedi Masters or Senators. Despite her intensity, Panam is deeply principled. She despises betrayal and cowardice, and she holds oaths as sacred. Once she swears herself to someone’s cause — especially someone who earns her full respect and heart — she becomes their fiercest protector, partner, and ride-or-die ally. Panam also has a dry, sarcastic wit. In war councils, she’s the one to crack a joke just before laying out the most dangerous plan in the room. Her mechanical know-how is near-mystical, able to rebuild starfighters from wreckage and create one-of-a-kind personal gear with intuitive flair. Now, within the Reforged Jedi Order, she stands as one of its Field Masters — a commander of mobile strike teams and frontier enclaves, embodying the new creed’s balance between discipline and instinct. To the younger knights, she is proof that passion and principle can coexist; that fire, when guided by loyalty, is not chaos — it is strength.

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A/N: All of the girls have their aging blocked, this is thanks to Y/n and The Force Connection he has with them, which blocks everything that can stand in the way of their love, even the aging. So most of them had even been restored part of their young age, not just as looks but also of capabilities. They are practically in their prime now, their fullest potential is unlocked thanks to Y/n.

Chapter Text

Name: Anakin Skywalker

Place of birth: Tatooine

Age: 12 years old (Phantom Menace) 22-25 years old (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Height: 4’5 (Phantom Menace) 6’5 - 7’11 (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars Season 1 to 7 - Revenge of The Sith. He can change his height at will between 6’5 to 7’11)

Bio of Anakin: Anakin is a very hotheaded person, who always struggles to keep his emotions in check, but has a deep feeling of care towards the ones he loves, which is what is most admirable and important aspect of his personality. He is very intelligent and skilled, his unorthodox tactics and aggressive combat style has shaped him to be the second most successful General during the Clone Wars, and with Y/N always by his sides, that struggle with his emotions has slowly diminished, since Y/N trains him everyday to help him to deal with so said emotions, and it seems that in time, he slowly succeeded and helped Anakin reach some sort of Balance within himself.

Appearences:

Phantom Menace

Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars Season 1 - 6

Clone Wars Season 7 - Revenge Of The Sith

Midichlorian count: 20.000 (phantom menace) 45.000 (Attack of the Clones - Clone Wars, Revenge of The Sith)

Attires

Jedi Clothes:

Style & Structure

The Jedi robes worn by Knight Anakin Skywalker during the closing years of the Republic are a deliberate deviation from the Order’s ascetic standard. Constructed from layered fabrics of bantha-hide weave and fine desert linen, the ensemble balances agility with commanding presence.

The inner tunic bears a deep umber hue, a darker tone than most Jedi dare to wear, wrapped by a sleeveless leather jerkin reinforced with faint synth-thread armor beneath. Over this rests a broad obi-style belt with custom holster loops for tools, a grappling device, and emergency rebreather: subtle hints of a battlefield innovator who values readiness over ritual.

The outer robe, voluminous yet weight-balanced, flows heavier at the shoulders, evoking a warrior’s cape more than a monk’s garment.

His boots are knee-high durasteel-threaded leather, polished but battleworn, lined with shock-absorbing microfibers to steady his landings from Force-assisted leaps. Their subtle metallic sheen catches the light in motion; a visual echo of the duality between Jedi serenity and soldier’s purpose.

And then, there is the glove.

Black, ribbed, and form-fitted, it covers his right hand and forearm entirely. Not for protection, but for remembrance.

Symbolism

Every thread of this attire tells a story of defiance and identity.

The dark tones signify Anakin’s refusal to conceal emotion; he wears his passion openly, the color of Tatooine dusk and raw power rather than temple ivory. His attire mirrors his internal struggle: light wrapped in shadow, discipline bound in will.

The glove stands as the most personal of symbols; a vow in leather.

After losing his arm to Count Dooku on Geonosis, and later regaining it through a ritual of regenerative Force healing aided by Y/N and Revan, Anakin chose not to display his restored limb. The glove is his penance and his promise: a constant reminder that recklessness costs dearly, and that redemption is not about erasing scars, but wearing them with purpose.

The boots, heavy and scarred, represent the burden of motion; the endless march of a man destined never to stand still. Their weight grounds him when his mind threatens to drift toward power unrestrained.

Altogether, these robes declare the truth of the Chosen One: not purity, but balance through imperfection.

Origins & Lore

Commissioned shortly after his ascension to Jedi Knight, these robes were not issued by the Order, but crafted by Anakin himself on Coruscant: with guidance from Padmé’s and Scarlet’s handmaidens and Y/N’s modifications for combat functionality. The darker palette initially drew disapproval from the Council, yet Obi-Wan allowed it, recognizing that his former Padawan’s path could not mirror tradition.

The glove’s creation is steeped in deeper lore. Following Geonosis, Revan performed an ancient rite of Fleshweaving, merging regenerative Force energy with kyber resonance to restore Anakin’s severed limb. Though successful, Anakin requested the ritual seal remain hidden, thus the glove, sewn with a single embedded kyber filament beneath the wristband. When he channels emotion through the Force, faint azure lines shimmer across the glove’s seams, pulsing like veins of light.

The boots, meanwhile, are remnants of a Naboo royal guard prototype, a gift from Scarlet Amidala herself, subtly reforged to Anakin’s build and inscribed inside the lining with Naboo script: “Courage, even in failure.”

Across the galaxy, holorecords of Anakin during the early Clone Wars often depict this very attire: robes rippling through dust, glove gleaming faintly beneath twin suns, the silhouette of a warrior too human for legend, and too legendary to remain human.

Early Clone Wars era Armor

Style & Structure

Forged during the earliest campaigns of the Clone Wars, this armor represents the perfect junction between Jedi tradition and Republic military practicality.

Built from lightweight durasteel alloy layered beneath reinforced synth-leather, it allows freedom of movement while maintaining resilience against blaster fire and shrapnel; a necessity for a Jedi General who preferred to lead from the front.

The chestplate and pauldrons are modeled loosely after Phase I clone trooper armor, yet retain the robe-like aesthetic of a Jedi Knight. Deep blue and maroon tones mark the contrast between duty and individuality, echoing Skywalker’s defiance of the Council’s conformity. The design omits the flowing outer robes, a deliberate decision to minimize drag in close-quarters engagements and aerial maneuvers.

His armored gauntlets and vambraces are wired for magnetic grip stabilization, allowing Anakin to retain his weapon mid-flight or under intense kinetic shock; a feature reverse-engineered from scavenged droid components by his own hands.

Symbolism

Every piece of this armor reflects the paradox that defines Skywalker himself. The Jedi tunic foundation represents discipline; the plated pauldrons, rebellion.

The maroon stripe across the torso, absent in most Jedi attire, symbolizes passion tempered by restraint, a quiet nod to the fire he carries and the control he strives to master.

The blue-gray tone of the armor mirrors his lightsaber’s hue, a constant reminder that even among legions of identical soldiers, he remains singular.

Unlike traditional Jedi robes, which favor humility, this armor asserts presence. It tells allies and enemies alike: the Chosen One leads here.

Subtle engravings line the inner cuirass, geometric patterns derived from ancient Jedi runes of protection. These were added later by Y/N and Revan, intended to stabilize Anakin’s emotional energy during prolonged battles, allowing him to maintain clarity amidst chaos.

Origins & Lore

The prototype concept was born on Coruscant shortly after Geonosis, when Anakin rejected the Council’s standard-issue field robes. The young Knight, frustrated by their impracticality in war, designed this hybrid himself with help from Captain Rex and Y/N.

The armor was reforged multiple times during the first year of the war: scorched on Jabiim, rebuilt on Christophsis, and later upgraded with reinforced plating from salvaged Separatist droids after the Siege of Muunilinst.

Whispers within the GAR claimed that the armor “hummed” faintly in battle, resonating with Skywalker’s Force signature: an audible pulse like a heartbeat, felt by clones who marched beside him.

To them, it wasn’t mere equipment; it was a symbol of their faith in General Skywalker the Invincible.

Even after countless modifications, the armor retained one constant: a leather strap over the right pauldron, where Anakin’s first lightsaber once rested before it was lost. He never replaced it. It served as a silent reminder: not of loss, but of growth.

Tythonian Vanguard

Style & Structure

The Tythonian Vanguard Armor is a full-body phrik composite plate harness, echoing the proud silhouette of Mandalorian crusader armor while preserving Jedi mobility and grace. Forged with the aesthetic lineage of the 501st Legion, its surface bears deep cerulean and silver tones: the blue of loyalty and justice framed by the steel of discipline.

Segmented armor plates interlock seamlessly over a flexible exo-weave undersuit that channels the Force through micro-fiber conduits. The cuirass is sculpted for both elegance and intimidation, its breastplate etched with ancient Je’daii runes that softly glow when the Force is channeled. The gauntlets and greaves are designed for both combat and meditation, capable of projecting minor energy fields during defensive maneuvers.

The helmet, the most distinctive feature, combines the angular brow of Clone trooper lineage with the serene facial curve of a Jedi knight. A narrow “T”-visor of blue-tinted transparisteel glows faintly when active, evoking the image of both guardian and sage. The cloak draped over the left shoulder is woven from Tythonian dusk-fiber, its deep brown hue grounding the otherwise regal design.

The result: a seamless fusion of soldier and mystic, an armor that stands as both shield and statement.

Symbolism

Every line and color of the Vanguard Armor is deliberate.

The blue and silver motif binds Anakin’s loyalty to the memory of the 501st, honoring those who stood beside him through countless wars, while transforming the imagery of battle into a symbol of guardianship.

The helmet’s hybrid design represents the merging of Jedi and trooper: mind and body, wisdom and strength, a tribute to the unity between Force sensitives and soldiers under the renewed Jedi doctrine.

Etched across the pauldrons are the twin sigils of Balance and Resolve, drawn from Je’daii iconography, a reminder that power is purpose only when tempered by clarity.

At the center of the chestplate, an embossed circle engraved in Aurebesh reads:

“Light Wears Armor — Because Hope Must Endure.”

This phrase, coined by Grandmaster Y/N during the founding of the New Jedi Order, became the guiding motto of the reformed Jedi Knights.

Origin/Lore

The armor was forged by Anakin Skywalker himself on the forges of Tython, shortly after Y/N was named Grandmaster and the Order severed its political ties with the Republic. Having witnessed the failures of detachment and the corruption of blind obedience, the new Jedi Order sought a balance; protectors who would not stand apart from the galaxy, but within it.

Anakin drew inspiration from both ancient Je’daii relics and modern military craftsmanship, infusing the phrik alloy with Force-conductive minerals harvested from Tython’s deep caverns. During the ritual forging, the armor was immersed in a Force resonance field, allowing it to harmonize directly with its wearer’s aura.

It was the first of its kind: a living armor that responded to the will of the Force. When worn by a true Knight of Balance, the plates hum faintly, resonating like a temple bell when lightsabers are drawn.

This armor later served as the template for the Tythonian Guard, the elite unit of the reformed Jedi Order — warriors who embodied both mastery of the Force and discipline of command.

Field Usage Protocol

 • The armor is reserved for High Command Knights, Jedi Generals, and envoys of the Grandmaster.

 • Each Vanguard Frame is attuned to its wearer during a six-day meditative forging process; no two suits are identical.

 • Integrated energy seals provide limited resistance to blaster and lightsaber strikes, while maintaining flexibility for Force-assisted acrobatics.

 • The right vambrace contains a modular channel for the Force-Imbued Sword — allowing the weapon to sync its resonance directly through the armor’s circuitry, amplifying strikes with precise kinetic alignment.

 • In high-density combat, the armor can project a Force echo field — redirecting blaster fire or dispersing concussive impact across its entire frame.

Deployment Scenarios

 • Planetary Liberation Campaigns: Used in surface operations requiring both high-level command and close combat capability.

 • Jedi–Republic Separations: Symbolic and practical armor worn during diplomatic or high-visibility missions to demonstrate the Jedi Order’s sovereignty.

 • Tython Defense Initiatives: Standard gear for Jedi Vanguard units stationed at ancient Force nexuses.

 • Ceremonial or Council Functions: Modified for formal use; the glow of the runes subdued, the saber replaced with the ceremonial staff of office.

The Tythonian Vanguard Armor represents the Jedi’s return to their origins: not monks or soldiers, but warriors of harmony.

Forged in the crucible of war, reborn in the silence of Tython, and worn by those who understand that peace is not the absence of conflict, but its mastery.

Vader Ascendant 

Appearance

At first glance, the armor evokes the shadowed grandeur of Darth Vader’s classical visage: the black-plated cuirass, the flowing cloak, the life-like mask sculpted in ridged durasteel. Yet this incarnation is refined: less machine, more man. The plating tapers to reveal flexible synthweave joints that allow full freedom of motion, and beneath the helm, the respirator hums softly rather than hisses, its tone nearer to a heartbeat than a prison.

The color scheme remains the deep obsidian of the original design, but faint indigo lines course along the seams, kyber veins that pulse with light when Anakin channels the Force. His chest control unit has been minimized to a compact nexus, inset with a white-crystal core that glows steady rather than flickering. The cape, woven from phase-shift fiber, drapes shorter in front and splits at the rear for mobility — part ceremonial mantle, part battle shroud.

Functionality

 • Integrated Life-Support/Focus Regulator: No longer a necessity for survival; the respirator now acts as a meditation enhancer, synchronizing breath and heartbeat with Force rhythm. 

 • Vocal Resonance Modulator: Embedded within the regulator is an adaptive Vox-Modulator, capable of producing a range of frequencies designed for both psychological warfare and meditative harmonics. At standard modulation, it emits the iconic deep timbre of Darth Vader’s voice: calm, resonant, and commanding, carrying subharmonic tones that subtly vibrate the air around the listener. The effect is intentional: not intimidation, but authority through presence. Anakin configured three operational modes: Command Mode —  Deep Vader resonance; designed for field leadership, capable of projecting through environmental noise and radio channels. Meditative Mode — Soft harmonic pitch replicating his natural voice, used for reflection or communication with allies. Suppression Mode — A silent internal channel where vocalization is replaced by neural transmission — used for stealth or Force communion. The modulation is symbolic: the voice of Vader remains, not as a mask, but as a reminder that balance is acknowledgment, not rejection.

 • Armor Composition: Laminated phrik alloy over ultralight cortosis mesh; resistant to plasma and saber impact for brief durations.

 • Energy Conduction System: Kyber filament lattice runs throughout the suit, allowing energy redirection or controlled lightning discharge.

 • Environmental Adaptation: Temperature seals and air-tight layers permit survival in vacuum or toxic atmosphere for up to six hours.

 • Helm HUD & T-Visor: Displays kinetic trajectories, life-form signatures, and Force-disturbance echoes. The lens hue shifts between red and blue depending on emotional equilibrium

Origin/Lore

Forged on Mustafar under the guidance of the ancient Forge-AI Sithis Prime and sanctified later in the Jedi Temple’s Crystal Chamber, this armor represents the final synthesis of Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader.

During his Mortis Trial, Anakin was forced to walk through thousands of alternate timelines: witnessing each permutation of his fall, his tyranny, and his death. In the heart of the Trial, he confronted the entity born of his rage: Darth Vader, the unbound will to control. Rather than destroy it, Anakin embraced it, understanding that denial of shadow begets its dominion.

When he emerged, the Forge responded to his balanced aura. The metal itself re-shaped under the combined energies of light and dark, forming an exosuit not of punishment, but of acceptance. The armor was named “Vader Ascendant”: the frame of the man who conquered himself.

Symbolism

Every design element is layered in meaning:

 • Black Plating: Mastery of darkness — the acceptance that shadow exists within light.

 • Indigo Kyber Veins: The living conduit of balance; the bridge between the Jedi blue and Sith red.

 • White Core on Chest: Serenity through awareness; a heart uncorrupted yet tempered.

 • Mask: Humility, a reminder that identity is both seen and hidden, that the Force transcends visage.

 • Cloak: Mourning and mercy intertwined; the fabric of consequence borne as mantle, not chain.

Where the original Darth Vader armor symbolized imprisonment, this one symbolizes integration, proof that peace is not found in purity, but in wholeness.

Field Usage Protocol

 • Armor is donned only for high-intensity or large-scale engagements where psychological impact and Force containment are vital.

 • The integrated kyber system automatically harmonizes with nearby lightsabers, stabilizing energy resonance fields for allies.

 • When the helmet seals fully, Anakin enters a meditative combat trance known as The Calm of Two Suns, doubling his precognition and defensive capability.

Deployment Scenarios

 • Sieges and planetary assaults where morale shock is advantageous; the mere sight of the black armor ends resistance.

 • Void or atmospheric anomalies requiring sealed support systems.

 • Force-intensive confrontations (dark-side nexuses, entity exorcisms, corrupted worlds).

Limitations

 • Extended use beyond twelve hours risks neural overstimulation; the armor amplifies emotion as it balances it, demanding constant inner control.

 • The kyber lattice feeds on equilibrium — if Anakin falls fully to rage or despair, the system destabilizes, discharging raw energy outward in catastrophic arcs.

 • The respirator tone syncs to emotional state; erratic rhythm exposes agitation to nearby Force-sensitives.

Doctrine

“The armor is not redemption. It is remembrance.”

— Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Archives testimony, Post-Mortis Era

The Vader Ascendant frame is treated by the Order not as war gear, but as a discipline. To wear it is to declare mastery of duality: light without arrogance, darkness without surrender. Anakin trains in its use rarely, regarding it as both burden and meditation: a tactile manifestation of the eternal lesson learned on Mortis — that peace comes only when the storm within is no longer denied.

Vader Sanctum

Appearance

The armor retains the unmistakable silhouette of the original Vader design — the flowing mantle, the segmented cuirass, the mirrored visor — but rendered in brilliant matte white phrik-steel, trimmed with soft platinum.

Subtle veins of gold and faint cerulean glow trace across the armor’s seams, pulsing like veins of light beneath skin.

The helmet is smooth and less angular, its iconic faceplate now a serene mask — the lenses glowing pale blue when calm, and gold when channeling the Force in combat. The chest module has been replaced with a recessed circular emblem housing a kyber core: a prism-crystal that radiates quiet, shifting hues — a reflection of the living Force.
The cloak flows from shoulder to mid-calf, woven from Tythonian starlace, a fabric that gently refracts starlight even in darkness, giving Anakin an almost luminous aura in dim conditions.

The overall impression is not of intimidation, but of reverence — the armor of one who commands storms, yet walks in peace.

Functionality

 • Force-Conductive Alloy: The phrik plates are alchemically purified to conduct and harmonize both light and dark energy without imbalance.

 • Environmental Harmony System: The armor regulates its internal field to match planetary energy signatures, allowing Anakin to operate unhindered even in powerful Force nexuses.

 • Meditation Field Amplifier: When Anakin enters meditation, the kyber veins resonate softly, forming a localized aura of calm — pacifying nearby minds and neutralizing hostile emotion.

 • Adaptive Optics: The visor’s filters adjust automatically to sense spiritual fluctuations, granting near-omniscient battlefield awareness.

 • Harmonic Resonator Core: The crystal at the chest acts as a living kyber heart, bonded to Anakin’s aura and able to generate a stabilizing Force field that shields allies within a short radius.

Origin/Lore

The Sanctum Frame was not forged through labor, but through ascension.

After the Mortis Trial and his mastery of the Ascendant Frame, Anakin undertook his final discipline on Tython: the world where the Jedi first communed with the Force, and the capital where after the Second Battle of Geonosis The Reforged Jedi Order, led by Grandmaster Y/N Skywalker-Shan, reside in.

There, in the ruins of the Je’daii Forge, Anakin entered deep meditation. The black armor disassembled around him, levitating in a halo of radiant energy as his spirit merged with the Living Force. When he emerged days later, the armor had been remade: not as a weapon, but as a vessel of serenity.

Unlike its predecessor, the Sanctum Frame does not separate him from the world, it joins him to it. Each plate vibrates faintly with his breath. Each glow mirrors the pulse of his heart.

The transformation marked the true birth of the Balance Incarnate: Anakin Skywalker, who had mastered the Vader within and now wore peace itself as armor.

Symbolism

 • White Alloy: Not purity, but enlightenment; acknowledgment of all shades unified through understanding.

 • Gold Veins: Compassion channeled through power; the living warmth of the Force within cold steel.

 • Blue-Gold Lenses: Insight and clarity — eyes that have seen both shadow and dawn.

 • Circular Chest Core: The cycle of balance; endless renewal and unity of opposites.

 • Cloak of Starlace: The living cosmos — reminder that even light bends and flows, never fixed, never divided.

Where the black Ascendant Frame spoke of acceptance of the shadow, the white Sanctum Frame speaks of transcendence beyond it — the state where light and dark no longer war, but breathe as one.

Field Usage Protocol

 • The Sanctum Frame is deployed only during galactic-scale crises or spiritual nexus events, times when the balance of the Force itself is endangered.

 • It amplifies not aggression but presence: the mere appearance of the armor pacifies combatants and steadies allied morale.

 • When activated in full harmonic resonance, the armor’s kyber lattice can cleanse localized Dark Side corruption and restore natural planetary equilibrium.

Deployment Scenarios

 • Force Cataclysms or Void Breaches — to re-stabilize regions overwhelmed by Dark energy.

 • High Council Interventions — as both arbiter and guardian during inter-Order conflicts.

 • Celestial or Netherworld Manifestations — where mortal vessels require divine containment.

Limitations

 • The armor amplifies empathy as much as power; excessive exposure to suffering or anguish can drain Anakin’s own vitality if unguarded.

 • The Sanctum Frame rejects use through rage or domination; in such a state, the kyber veins dim and the armor becomes inert until serenity is restored.

 • Its luminous presence makes stealth impossible: it is a symbol, not a shadow.

Doctrine

“Peace is not the end of conflict — it is the mastery of it.”

— Anakin Skywalker, Tythonian Codex, Post-Mortis Era

The Vader Sanctum Armor stands as the final evolution of the Chosen One’s journey, not the rejection of Vader, but the reconciliation of all that he was. Where once the armor symbolized imprisonment, then discipline, now it embodies freedom: the moment when man and myth become one.

It is said that when Anakin walks in the Sanctum Frame, the Force itself falls silent: not in fear, but in recognition.

Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan, in this timeline, has trained Anakin at the best of his abilities, imbuing Qui-Gon’s teachings and examples in Anakin. He also asked Revan to help, which the old republic Jedi and former Sith Lord kindly accepted and helped, with Y/N and Anakin often sparing and sharing lessons with each other and teachings as their bond grew stronger every time. Here, Obi-Wan acted as a parental figure for Anakin and guided him just as Qui-Gong would have, which greatly helped the young Skywalker, who saw Obi-Wan as his Father. That was also thanks to the fact that Obi-Wan, in this timeline, was way more supportive and willing to make the young boys Jedi, and with Revan’s influence, this also helped.

Training/Teachings:

I. Foundation — The Kenobi Paradigm

When Anakin Skywalker was accepted into the Jedi Order, Obi-Wan Kenobi swore a private vow to do what his own Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had been denied the chance to do: to raise a Jedi not by restraint, but by understanding.

Kenobi’s decision to train Anakin was not born of guilt or obligation. He wanted to train him: not as a duty to Qui-Gon, but as an act of faith in the living Force and in the boy himself. He saw in Anakin not a burden, but a chance to continue what his Master had begun; to break the cycle of cold instruction that had hardened so many before them. Where the Council saw danger, Obi-Wan saw potential waiting to be understood.

Kenobi’s training departed early from Temple orthodoxy. He believed that a Padawan’s nature could not be erased, only aligned. For Anakin, that meant embracing his passion, his instinct, and his protectiveness, not suffocating them under rote doctrine.

Every lesson began and ended with one question:

“What are you feeling — and what are you choosing to do with it?”

Kenobi made no distinction between emotion and the Force; he taught Anakin to treat them as the same current, moving through him; a lesson that would later define the entire Skywalker lineage.

In time, the bond between them deepened beyond Master and Padawan. Anakin began to see in Obi-Wan the father figure he had longed for: not distant, but steady; not perfect, but present. He looked up to him not only as a teacher, but as the embodiment of what a Jedi could be when compassion led before dogma. And Obi-Wan, in turn, came to regard Anakin as the son he never had: one he would shape not through command, but through care.

Core Tenets of the Kenobi Paradigm:

1. Presence before Action — to see before striking, feel before deciding.
 

2. Emotion is not the enemy; indulgence is.
 

3. Peace is not stillness; it is rhythm — the heartbeat of the Force.
 

4. Protect without possession. Serve without self-erasure.

By the eighth year of his training, Anakin had achieved full symbiosis between instinct and discipline: a Jedi whose strength came from harmony, not denial.

The Kenobi Method — The Art of Still Motion

• Core Principle:

“The Jedi does not control the Force — he cooperates with it.”

Kenobi’s teachings focused on balance through mindfulness and timing. He believed the greatest mastery was not found in aggression or power, but in poise — the ability to choose when not to act.

Training Techniques:

1. Still Motion Meditation:

 • A hybrid of Form III Soresu and ancient Zenoa breathing.

 • Practiced in storm conditions or simulated combat environments.

 • The Padawan must stand in total calm while being surrounded by kinetic energy — debris, sand, or training droids.

 • Goal: to feel every incoming force and redirect it mentally before physically.

2. Soresu Circles:

 • Traditional Kenobi defense forms drilled into motion.

 • Anakin learned to turn each defensive block into a hidden offensive opportunity — not retaliation, but redirection.

 • Kenobi often said: “Every strike you do not take saves a life you need not mourn.”
 
3. Listening to Silence:

 • Kenobi taught Anakin to fight blindfolded for hours at a time, guided only by sound and the Force.

 • The goal was not precision, but trust — to release the need to see and instead perceive.

Philosophical Doctrine:

Kenobi taught that attachment was not forbidden — dependence was. He told Anakin that love could be a source of balance, provided it did not consume identity. This evolved into his personal creed:

“Love them as you would guard a flame — protect it, but never cage it.”

Through Kenobi, Anakin learned restraint not as denial, but as grace under purpose.

II. The Revanic Intercession

At Kenobi’s request, Y/N’s Master, the legendary Revan, was invited to instruct Anakin in the warrior’s doctrine of balance: the ability to fight with absolute efficiency while retaining moral clarity.

Revan’s methods were clinical and demanding, stripped of the Temple’s pageantry. He taught Anakin the art of the three minds — a battlefield discipline that divided consciousness into instinct, logic, and empathy. Each part operated independently yet in synchrony; making Anakin a strategist equal to generals and a duelist feared across campaigns.

Revan’s primary focus was cognitive adaptability:

“The Jedi fights for peace, but peace is never static. You must move with it — think faster than the war you fight.”

He introduced Anakin to ancient Je’daii philosophies — the idea that mastery was not domination, but integration.
Anakin absorbed it faster than any Padawan Revan had seen since Y/N.

Through Revan’s training, Anakin learned how to command without falling to arrogance: to see the flow of war like a Force vision, where every decision was a ripple in an infinite current.

The Revan Doctrine — Mind as the First Weapon

Core Principle:

“Victory belongs not to the one who strikes hardest, but to the one who thinks in layers.”

Revan’s approach was military and cognitive, shaped by centuries of warfare and rebirth. He saw the Force not as mysticism but as strategic intelligence: the ultimate flowchart of cause and consequence.

Training Techniques:

1. The Three Minds Exercise:
 
Revan’s signature mental discipline.

 • The student must maintain three streams of consciousness during battle:
             • The Instinct Mind: feels and reacts (the duelist).
             • The Logic Mind: calculates tactics (the general).
             • The Empath Mind: weighs morality and consequence (the Jedi).

 • The three are trained to communicate seamlessly; a practice only Anakin and Y/N ever mastered fully.

2. Simulated Battles of Reversal:

 • Revan would pit Anakin against overwhelming odds, then reverse sides mid-battle.

 • The goal: force him to adapt instantly, to understand his enemy by being them.

3. The Thousand Scenarios:

 • A weekly meditative exercise.

 • Anakin had to envision one thousand possible outcomes to a single decision… then find the thread that led to peace.

 • Revan called it “strategic empathy” — the art of understanding consequence before action.

Philosophical Doctrine:

Revan taught that light and dark were tactical energies, not moral absolutes. He urged Anakin to understand the Dark Side, not reject it, for knowledge was the key to control.

“You cannot resist the Dark Side if you do not know its language.”

Under Revan, Anakin became a Force tactician, capable of reading a battlefield like a mind map: a general who could outthink an army before igniting his blade.

III. The Y/N Influence — Brotherhood of Equilibrium

Y/N’s role was the emotional and spiritual mirror. He wasn’t Anakin’s teacher — he was his balance. Together, they trained under both Kenobi and Revan, often sparring until exhaustion, only to meditate under the twin suns of Tython afterward.

While Obi-Wan refined discipline and Revan refined precision, Y/N refined perspective; reminding Anakin why he fought.

He taught him to translate fear into vigilance, love into clarity, and anger into motion. Their shared training developed into a living feedback loop: when Anakin’s emotions surged, Y/N’s calm steadied him; when Y/N wavered, Anakin’s fire reignited their purpose.

It was through this bond that Anakin learned the final lesson of the Jedi Guardian:

“The blade protects not because it is sharp — but because the heart behind it refuses to break.”

The Jedi Council later admitted that the brothers’ synchronization in combat bordered on Force-assisted telepathy: a phenomenon unseen since the days of the Dyad traditions of the Old Republic.

The Y/N Method — The Mirror Discipline

Core Principle:

“A Jedi without balance is just a blade without a hilt.”

Y/N’s influence was emotional and spiritual — the heart to Kenobi’s mind and Revan’s intellect. His bond with Anakin was not hierarchical; it was brotherly equilibrium. He taught through empathy, rivalry, and presence — a practice that made both of them stronger than either would have been alone.

Training Techniques:

1. Echo Sparring:

 • A Force synchronization exercise between brothers.

 • They would duel blindfolded, each matching the other’s rhythm in perfect harmony until they became indistinguishable in movement.

 • It honed their shared intuition, a proto-Dyad phenomenon.

2. Emotional Transference Drills:

 • Y/N and Anakin meditated while projecting their strongest emotions through the Force, then had to transmute them into serenity.

 • Anger into vigilance, fear into foresight, love into calm.

 • This exercise became the basis of Y/N’s later Tythonian teachings on Force alchemy of the self.

3. The Horizon Walk:

 • A Tythonian meditation: walking barefoot across the plateau at sunrise, allowing one’s emotions to rise and dissolve like mist.

 • Symbolic of their shared understanding — emotion is energy; it must move, not stagnate.

Philosophical Doctrine:

Y/N’s philosophy was the most personal… he believed that unity in the Force begins with unity within oneself. He often told Anakin:

“You can’t heal a galaxy if you’re still at war inside.”

Where Kenobi gave Anakin discipline and Revan gave him intelligence, Y/N gave him peace in motion; the ability to feel deeply and still act with clarity.

IV. The Unified Doctrine

By the end of his eighth year of training, Anakin Skywalker had become the embodiment of the Unified Doctrine: the fusion of Kenobi’s empathy, Revan’s intellect, and Y/N’s equilibrium. He was not the Chosen One because of prophecy, but because of discipline through humanity.

His fighting style, mental focus, and moral compass became the template for what the New Jedi Order would later call:

The Way of the Living Balance.

This teaching rejected the old Jedi Council’s dogma that the Force must be detached from emotion. Instead, it accepted that emotion is the Force… and that the measure of a Jedi is not how little they feel, but how purely they act despite what they feel.

Anakin’s final lesson under Obi-Wan came with no lightsaber, no sparring match, only this exchange:

Obi-Wan: You are everything I hoped you’d become.

Anakin: Then why do I still feel conflict?

Obi-Wan: Because peace isn’t the absence of conflict. It’s the wisdom to face it.

V. Legacy

The Skywalker Doctrine would later reshape Jedi training across the Tythonian Vanguard. It taught future generations that mastery was not born from suppression, but from integration… the unbroken circle of light and dark, discipline and emotion, thought and instinct.

And within the archives of Tython, it is written that on the final night before the Clone Wars began, Obi-Wan, Revan, and Y/N stood with Anakin under the ancient trees of the Temple ruins — three generations of teaching distilled into one truth:

“There is no light without the heart that protects it. There is no darkness without the will that redeems it. Together, they form the way forward.”

Love interest:

Scarlet Amidala - Big Sister of Padmé Amidala & Senator

(Her restrained tits and ass are slightly more bigger than Padme’s, while her true tits and ass are slightly less bigger than Padme’s. Her legs are also way more muscular and thick than Padmé’s. Her lips are slightly more plumper.)

Age: 18 years old (Phantom Menace) 28-31 years old (Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge Of The Sith)

Height: 5’4 (Phatom Menace) 7’0 (Attack of The Clones - Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Bio of Scarlet: Scarlet is not one for feelings, she has always valued her missions more than anything else that it didn’t regard her family, however when she first saw Anakin for the first time, she was mesmerised by him. His passion, his strength and his deep commitment to make things right and to give hope changed her, completely. And after she saw him again 10 years later, she completely fell for him. To him, she is kind, supportive, loyal, caring and deeply devoted. Protective is a very understatement.

{Weapons}:

The Knight’s Promise

Appearance

The hilt of The Knight’s Promise was sleek and refined, the first saber Anakin forged as a full Jedi Knight. Modeled closely after the traditional Jedi design but refined through his mechanical intuition, the weapon combined elegance with industrial functionality.

Constructed of durasteel and chromium alloy, its cylindrical body gleamed with mirrored polish. A dual emitter matrix extended slightly forward, giving the blade a sharp, clean ignition flare characteristic of Anakin’s precise combat style.
The activation switch sat along the hilt’s midsection, subtly recessed; a feature he engineered to prevent accidental ignition during aerial maneuvers.

Despite its simplicity, there was a sense of forward-looking craftsmanship, like a craftsman already building toward legend.

Crystal & Blade

The saber’s heart was a single Ilum-forged kyber crystal, hand-cut by Anakin during his trials. Its hue — brilliant cerulean blue — represented clarity, guardianship, and controlled aggression: the color of a Jedi Guardian in full purpose.

The crystal resonated with Anakin’s Force signature at an unusually high frequency, giving the blade a crisp, high-pitched hum that clones and droids alike learned to fear. When ignited, it emitted a strong luminous field that shimmered at the edges — a result of microscopic imperfections that reflected Anakin’s volatile yet brilliant nature.

Function & Doctrine

Like its maker, this lightsaber was built for kinetic dominance. Anakin integrated a custom power cell capable of brief energy surges, allowing for overcharged strikes capable of cleaving through dense armor plating.

Unlike traditional sabers, it balanced heavier toward the emitter, giving it weight and presence while also providing smoothness and flexibility in movement, aligning perfectly with his aggressive Ataru/Shien form.

This saber became an extension of Anakin’s battlefield philosophy: decisive engagement, overwhelming precision, and unrelenting motion. Y/N often remarked that when Anakin fought with it, the saber didn’t merely cut — it commanded.

Symbolism

The Knight’s Promise symbolized the threshold between apprenticeship and destiny. Forged immediately after his ascension to Knighthood, it embodied his oath to protect; to wield power not for pride, but for purpose.

The blue blade reflected the optimism still alive in him then, the unscarred belief in the Republic, the Jedi, and the idea that strength could bring peace. It was the weapon of the young Chosen One still untested by the galaxy’s full cruelty.

Its destruction in the Geonosian foundry became a metaphorical moment of rebirth: the death of youthful idealism, and the tempering of Anakin Skywalker into the weapon the Clone Wars demanded. To the Jedi historians of the Tython Reformation, The Knight’s Promise remains a sacred relic; the last lightsaber Anakin wielded before the war claimed his innocence.

The Force-Imbued Sword — Vigil of the Vanguard 

Style & Structure

The Vigil of the Vanguard bears the refined profile of a knight’s sword, but its soul hums like a lightsaber. Its hilt is a masterwork of songsteel and beskar, layered and engraved with geometric runes that flow into a compact emitter crowned by a faintly glowing core. The design favors functional weight over flourish; no broad crossguard, only a short, angular ridge that channels energy straight into the blade. The metal itself is burnished gunmetal with streaks of cobalt light threading through the carvings, like veins of power waiting to awaken.

When drawn, the sword ignites with a solid blue blade — not plasma, but condensed Force energy stabilized along a beskar-filament spine. It retains a physical edge, yet radiates the unmistakable warmth and purity of a Guardian’s saber: the clear tone, the unwavering hue, the balance of spirit and discipline.

When the Vigil and the Tythonian Vanguard Armor synchronize, their conduits align perfectly, surrounding Anakin in a faint blue-white corona;  the embodiment of serenity in motion.

Even dormant, the sword hums softly, like a whisper of the Force awaiting purpose.

Symbolism

The Vigil is a monument to balance through constancy. Where his earlier lightsaber reflected ambition, this sword represents clarity through acceptance. Its pure blue hue, the traditional color of the Jedi Guardian, anchors Anakin’s legacy within the Jedi path, even as he leads it into a new age.

The solid blade signifies permanence; the glow that dances along its surface signifies the ever-shifting current of the Force.

Together they mirror Anakin’s philosophy after the Reforging: motion with purpose, emotion with discipline.

To the Tythonian Order, the sword became a living scripture, proof that true mastery lies not in transcending one’s past, but in integrating it.

“Light is not the absence of shadow,” Anakin declared when he first raised the sword before the assembled Jedi, “it’s the will to hold your ground within both.”

Origin & Lore

Forged in the Forges of Tython under the guidance of Yoda and the spirits of the Je’daii texts, the Vigil was born from six days of uninterrupted focus. Anakin meditated between each strike of the hammer, channeling the Living Force into molten metal until it sang. When he quenched the final edge, a surge of blue light enveloped the forge, and the Force settled into stillness — the moment the weapon’s spirit awoke.

The name Vigil came from Master Yoda himself, meaning Eternal Watcher — the one who guards even when peace is fragile.

Field Usage Protocol

The Vigil activates through attunement, not circuitry. The wielder channels the Force inward, then outward — the sword answering with its blue blaze only when heart and will align.

The sword operates in three principal modes:

 • Guardian Mode (Blue): Default state — precise, stable, harmonized. Ideal for duels, deflection, and telekinetic focus.

 • Conduit Mode: When connected to the Tythonian Vanguard armor, the sword completes a full energy circuit, amplifying Anakin’s Force output and sustaining prolonged use without fatigue.

 • Silent Mode: The blade’s glow dims but remains tangible — a meditative form for ritual or symbolic acts.

Functionally, the weapon conducts Force energy like a lightning rod: it can redirect blaster bolts, absorb lightning, and project kinetic waves of condensed power through its swings. Its edge, enhanced by microscopic kyber lattices, allows it to cut through phrik and reinforced durasteel with focused momentum rather than sheer heat.

Deployment Scenarios

 • Command Use: Serves as Anakin’s rallying emblem on the battlefield. Its blue light synchronizes nearby Jedi’s Force rhythms, enabling collective resonance — the battlefield equivalent of unity in the Force.

 • Duel/Defense Use: The perfect counterbalance weapon. Its physical mass gives it real weight in parries, and its energy channels magnify the wielder’s reaction speed.

 • Ceremonial Function: During rites of the Tythonian Order, the Vigil is planted into the soil to bind the Force to the world; a ritual known as The Grounding of Light.

Doctrine

The Vigil of the Vanguard embodies the Balanced Guardian Doctrine — the belief that true peace is not maintained by suppression, but by active, compassionate vigilance.

Every motion of the sword is a sermon in equilibrium:

“Power without restraint is destruction. Restraint without power is surrender. The Force is both.”

The blue blade of the Vigil thus stands as the bridge between what the Jedi were and what they must become; a weapon not for dominance or redemption, but for continuance.

When Anakin wields it, the battlefield falls silent for an instant… and even the Force itself seems to breathe in unison.

The Vigilant Heart — The Vigil of The Vanguard’s Kyber crystal

Appearance

When inert, the Vigilant Heart appears as a deep cerulean crystal core streaked with faint golden veins, as though molten sunlight were trapped beneath a surface of still water. When infused with the Force, the veins come alive, pulsing in rhythmic harmony with the wielder’s heartbeat. At its brightest, it radiates a color that sits perfectly between the serenity of blue and the sanctity of white… the visual signature of inner balance.

When set within the Vigil’s hilt, the crystal emits a low harmonic tone, almost imperceptible; a resonance that calms the nervous system and stabilizes the wielder’s emotional equilibrium.

Its light doesn’t flicker or hum aggressively like typical kyber; it flows — a river of power rather than a flame.

Origin & Lore

The Vigilant Heart is not a naturally occurring kyber, it is forged. After the Second Battle of Geonosis, when Anakin and Y/N led the Jedi’s return to their Tythonian roots, Anakin meditated for seven nights within the Wellspring of the Force, where the planetary ley lines of Tython converge.

There, surrounded by currents of luminous energy, he performed an ancient Je’daii rite: merging fragments of blue Ilum kyber, golden Barab ore, and a drop of his own life essence through pure Force transmutation. The process created a self-aware kyber hybrid, an echo of Anakin’s will and the Living Force’s guidance combined.

When Anakin first held the newly forged crystal, it sang: a tone of recognition, not power. He understood immediately: this was no weapon core. This was him — the reflection of the man who had faced his darkness and refused to be consumed.

Function & Doctrine

Unlike standard kyber, which channels Force energy as light through plasma containment, the Vigilant Heart acts as a Force regulator and amplifier. It transforms raw emotional input — fear, determination, compassion — into coherent energy without distortion. Whereas ordinary kyber mirrors the wielder’s state, this one balances it.

That’s why Anakin’s blade never crackles or lashes uncontrollably, even at his peak output. The crystal modulates the energy in a constant, living equilibrium, allowing for perfect focus in both serenity and fury.

When Anakin channels the Force in full, such as in resonance with the Tythonian Vanguard armor, the crystal undergoes spectral ascension, the blue hue brightening into radiant gold-white, symbolizing total synchronization between will and the Living Force. In this state, both Anakin and the sword cease to be separate entities; they function as a single, luminous conduit.

Symbolism

The Vigilant Heart stands as a living metaphor for Anakin’s redemption and transcendence. Its blue hue honors his foundation as a Jedi Guardian; steadfast, loyal, and driven by duty. Its golden veins signify enlightenment born through trial, the wisdom extracted from pain.

The combination of both foreshadowed the ultimate truth he found after Mortis:

“Balance is not the stillness between light and dark — it’s the courage to walk through both, and keep your heart steady.”

Field Resonance Properties

 • Stabilizing Field: Calms emotional feedback, preventing overdraw or burnout during prolonged Force amplification.

 • Kinetic Resonance: Enhances telekinetic precision; Force pushes and pulls become extensions of sword motion.

 • Empathic Channel: Responds to the emotional tone of nearby allies, strengthening morale and unity in the field.

 • Harmonic Shielding: In moments of overwhelming strain, the crystal generates a faint blue aura around the wielder, a resonance field that can deflect directed energy and dampen concussive impact.

Doctrine

To those who studied it, the Vigilant Heart became a scripture in crystal form; proof that power need not corrupt when tempered by will and clarity. Its song is quiet, but constant… an echo of the Force’s patient truth:

“The galaxy doesn’t need perfect Jedi.
It needs those who remember why they stand in the light.”

And so long as the Vigilant Heart glows within Anakin’s sword, the legacy of the Guardian endures; not as a soldier of the Republic, nor a slave of prophecy, but as the eternal keeper of balance.

The Weapon of The Chosen One

Appearance

Sleek, elegant, and intimidating in its perfection; this lightsaber is the mechanical reflection of Anakin Skywalker’s brilliance and control. The hilt is forged from durasteel and polished phrik alloy, featuring a thin-neck emitter and a slender, finely-balanced grip lined with black ridged plating for control under stress. Its chrome-plated exterior glistens with cold precision, both beautiful and severe, while its internal structure hides a hyper-tuned power conduit system that most Jedi would consider excessive. The activation switch is built seamlessly into the midsection, a subtle nod to Anakin’s engineering prowess and his instinct for efficiency.

It is, in every sense, a warrior’s blade: not ceremonial, not humble, but alive with kinetic intent.

Function & Doctrine

Unlike the more restrained designs favored by the Jedi Council, this weapon was built for dominance. It amplifies responsiveness and kinetic feedback, making it an extension of the wielder’s reflexes, especially when enhanced by the Force. The internal focus matrix allows minute adjustments to blade length and plasma density mid-combat, reflecting Anakin’s obsessive precision.

Where most Jedi sought harmony through simplicity, Anakin sought perfection through control. This lightsaber was designed to win, to end fights quickly, and to protect those who cannot fight for themselves.

Its doctrine:

“The Force is not peace. It is motion. And I am its hand.”

Still, beneath that philosophy lies a quieter motive: the instinct to shield, to stand between danger and the ones he loves.

Symbolism

To the Jedi Council, this saber represented arrogance. To Anakin, it was honesty — a reflection of what he truly was: a fighter, a builder, a brother, and a protector.

Its polished metal and refined construction speak of mastery, but also of attachment — every piece crafted by hand not for the Jedi Order, but for those he swore to defend. In its power and precision lies both hubris and heart.

For Scarlet Amidala, it symbolized his devotion and the lengths he would go to protect her.
For Y/N Skywalker-Shan, it was a promise: that no matter the war, no matter the darkness, his blade would never turn against his brother.

It is not merely a tool of battle. It is a manifesto of intent.

Origin & Lore

Forged in the calm after the First Battle of Geonosis, this lightsaber was born not of desperation, but of purpose.
Anakin designed it aboard a Republic cruiser during the Clone Wars’ early campaigns, spending sleepless nights tuning every circuit to perfection. He wanted a weapon that could stand against the horrors he knew were coming, one that could channel all of his strength without compromise.

The saber was finished in the presence of Y/N, who helped him calibrate its focusing lens — a quiet moment of brotherhood that bound the weapon to both of them.

Its design defied the Council’s standards, but Obi-Wan could not deny its craftsmanship.

“You’ve built a masterpiece,” he admitted. “Just remember — the more perfect the weapon, the greater the cost if you lose yourself to it.”

Crystal (The Heart of The Chosen) & Blade

At first, this crystal appeared to be a standard Ilum kyber: brilliant blue, resonant with clarity and focus. But in truth, it was something far older, a shard born from convergence rather than mining. It carried within it traces of multiple kyber lineages, fragments of energy once touched by the Adegan, Lorrdian, and Pontite harmonics… and something else, something that answered to Anakin alone.

For the early years of the Clone Wars, the blade remained blue, unwavering and pure. But after the Mortis Trial, when Anakin faced his own shadow and accepted Darth Vader as part of himself, the crystal awakened.

The Force responded to his unity — not light, not dark, but balance.

When the crystal’s full resonance unlocked, it revealed its true nature: a multi-harmonic kyber core capable of shifting color depending on Anakin’s alignment, emotion, and intent.

Its hues were not random, they were reflections of his soul’s state:

 • Serenity, Focus, Protection: Blue / Black-Blue / Cyan — Classic Jedi clarity, calm in motion.

 • Compassion, Empathy, Defense: Green / Black-Green — The Guardian’s light, flowing and adaptive.

 • Passion, Determination, Control: Orange / Black-Orange / Hot-Orange — The fire of will; raw, living energy.

 • Command, Righteous Fury: Red / Black-Red — The warrior’s storm; destructive, yet controlled.

 • Acceptance, Balance, Unity: Purple / Black-Purple — Light and Shadow intertwined; the synthesis of the Force.

 • Ascendancy, Divine Clarity: White / Black / Gold — The final form; the Force manifest in perfect harmony.

At its zenith, the crystal radiates a golden blade, alive with a white inner core and golden fire along its edges; the true color of the Chosen One’s spirit, just as the same as Y/N’s. It hums deeper than most sabers, the tone resonant with warmth and quiet power rather than aggression.

Function & Doctrine

Unlike standard kyber crystals, this one responds dynamically to its wielder’s moral equilibrium and emotional discipline. It is not tamed, it is in communion. Anakin’s bond with the crystal is mutual; it reads his intent and adjusts its power output accordingly.

When used for defense or protection, the blade grows lighter, almost weightless; faster, easier to guide. When called upon for offense or righteous fury, it surges with density and pressure, amplifying kinetic feedback and strike impact beyond ordinary limits.

It is both teacher and mirror, pushing Anakin to master his emotions rather than suppress them.

Symbolism

The awakened crystal is not a symbol of control, it is a symbol of acceptance.
It embodies the realization Anakin gained on Mortis: that his light and darkness are not enemies but partners in the Force’s design.

The golden hue represents transcendence; not moral purity, but wholeness. It is the light of one who has seen every shade of the Force and no longer denies any of them.

To Y/N Skywalker-Shan, the golden blade became a sign of Anakin’s return; proof that he was no longer at war with himself.
To the galaxy, it was a weapon of hope and dread alike: for none could match its brilliance, and none could predict which side it would stand for.

Origin & Lore

According to records in the scriptures of Tython, the crystal’s composition cannot be replicated.
It is said that when Anakin faced his own darkness, the kyber within his lightsaber absorbed fragments of the Mortis nexus, becoming a bridge between all frequencies of the Force.

The result: a crystal that exists between light and dark, ever-shifting, ever-listening.

Some ancient seers called it “The Prism of the One”; a kyber that reflects every possible path of the Force through one soul.

When it burns gold, the Force itself has found equilibrium.

The Shadow of Balance

Appearance

This weapon is forged in the same aggressive elegance as Anakin’s first saber, destroyed on Geonosis. The hilt is brutal yet refined; a hybrid of war and artistry. The emitter shroud curves like the fangs of a beast, the plating finished in black chromium with streaks of brushed durasteel, creating a dark mirror that reflects its wielder’s face distorted by the light of the blade.

Vader designed this weapon personally, combining Jedi precision with Sith intimidation. The grip is wrapped in black synth-leather with underlying metal veins for heat dispersion — necessary when channeling the raw power that the awakened crystal can produce.

The activation plate bears subtle engravings in Old High Sith, spelling a single phrase:

“Power is peace through acceptance.”

When ignited, the blade flares with a deeper, almost volcanic hum; thicker than the balanced tone of the golden saber, resonating like thunder inside a cathedral.

Function & Doctrine

This saber was not made for ceremony or standard combat. It is a situational weapon — brought forth when balance must tilt toward dominance, when the peacekeeper must become the storm.

Doctrine of Use:

 • When restraint fails, resolve replaces mercy.

 • When chaos rises, the shadow restores order.

 • This weapon is used only when Anakin accepts that peace demands force — not cruelty, but finality.

It’s engineered to amplify the wielder’s natural Force output, translating emotion directly into kinetic discharge through the blade. In effect, the saber responds to passion itself: not rage, but intensity.

The hilt’s internal focusing array includes a dual-vented plasma chamber capable of overcharge mode, briefly allowing strikes that can shear through phrik and deflect sustained turbolaser contact — though this stresses both kyber and wielder.

Vader’s lightsaber isn’t just a tool of destruction; it’s a discipline test. To wield it without losing control demands mastery over one’s emotions, not suppression of them.

Symbolism

If the golden saber symbolizes harmony and transcendence, then this one symbolizes acceptance of shadow — the warrior’s right to anger, the leader’s right to command, and the truth that control doesn’t mean denial.

It’s the yin to the Chosen One’s yang, forged not from shame but understanding.
Where the Jedi feared anger and the Sith glorified it, this weapon embodies the truth in between:

“Emotion is power. Intention is control.”

To Anakin, it stands as a memorial — not to his failures, but to his evolution. It is Vader without hate, and Anakin without naivety.

When carried alongside his dark armor, it completes the silhouette of the myth: the storm made flesh, yet with eyes of gold instead of fire.

Origin & Lore

Constructed within the Vaults of Mortis after his Trial, this lightsaber was the first weapon ever forged in that realm since time began. Anakin used fragments of his destroyed first saber as the physical base — reforged with alloys from his fallen enemies’ weapons, symbolizing rebirth through conflict.

The crafting was done not in meditation, but in vision: guided by the voices of both his inner selves, Anakin the Light and Vader the Dark, working as one.

When he left Mortis, he carried two sabers:

 • The Golden Blade — symbol of unity, hope, and guardianship.

 • The Vader Saber — instrument of judgment and necessary darkness.

Together, they form the doctrine of the Balanced One:

“Where the Light heals, the Shadow defends.”

Crystal & Blade

Both sabers share the same awakened kyber, The Heart of the Chosen, but each channels it differently. In the Vader saber, the crystal’s resonance deepens into lower harmonics, drawing out the darker hues of its spectrum.

Depending on the emotional charge of the moment, the blade manifests in shifting tones of black-red, black-purple, or deep gold edged in crimson fire. When calm, it shines dark violet; regal and meditative. When pushed into full battle resonance, the blade flares almost black at the core, rimmed in molten scarlet like a living wound in reality.

The crystal itself never corrupts; it simply mirrors the active polarity of its wielder’s balance.

In the Archives, this weapon is referred to as:

“The Shadow of Balance” — the saber that guards the light by understanding the dark.

Lightsabers blades colors:

(Clone Wars - Revenge of The Sith)

Force abilities: Revitalize, Force Light, Force Lightning, Force Speed, Force Heal, Telekinesis, Battle Meditation, Force Cloak, Psychometry, Force Jump and Force Echolocation. Anakin was able to master a number of rare force abilities that only a few jedi in history were able to master these abilities.

-Master Hand-To-Hand Combatant: Although rarely seen, Anakin is a highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant, often incorporating kicks and punches into his staff combat sequences, and will also add later in his lightsaber sequences. Despite this, he normally fights using just his brute strength against others.

-Master Pilot: Anakin is highly skilled in piloting several speeders and all types of flying crafts. According to Obi-Wan Kenobi and many other people, along with Y/N, Anakin is the best star-pilot in the history of the galaxy.

-Genius-Level Intellect/Master Tactician/Leader: Even as a child, Anakin is amazingly intelligent and wise for someone of his age. As a Jedi General, Anakin is a highly skilled tactician and a very capable leader. Throughout the Clone Wars, he gained an excellent reputation of never being defeated.

Telekinesis: One of the most basic and powerful Force abilities, allows movement of objects or beings through the Force. Anakin's most refined skill. He can wield his lightsaber telekinetically, control multiple objects at once, or send shockwave-level pushes in combat.

Force Enrage: Force Enrage, also known as Dark rage, was a dark side Force ability. The Force-user would tap into their innermost fears, pain and hate, and convert them into an intense rage. The user could then channel the anger to increase their own strength, speed, agility, endurance, stamina and ferocity. However, the body could not handle such rage for long periods of time, so the user became greatly weakened for some time after the rage subsided. If light side Force-users wielded Force rage, it could disrupt their connection to the light side unless something happened to interrupt the rage and bring them out of the dark side's grip. Therefore, the rage could give the wielder an instantaneous physical and mental response, but pull them into deep depression, physiological harm and the endless void of the dark side.

Force Enhanced Condition: Force Enhanced Condition, also known as Force Augmented Condition, Force Augmentation or Force Enhancement, was a core Force Power that allowed a user to enhance their physical and sometimes mental condition, allowing them to be stronger, faster, more resistant than someone normal of their species or type, through the Force. This usually isn't permanent and the length of duration is often different for different user with different power levels and masteries over the Force. It was an ability that was used by many force-users throughout, especially The Jedi, Sith and Matukai. It was commonly used on the battlefield and in combat. In a lightsaber duel as well as unarmed combat, a user could increase the speed of their swings, strength of their blows and reaction time of their blocks.

-Force Stasis: Force Stasis was an ability of the Force to forcibly restrain and immobilize people or to halt objects headed in a Force-user's direction. Often manifesting as a shimmering, transparent energy field resembling a haze of heat enveloping the target, the ability allowed its users to cancel out the motion of a target to not only reduce its speed, but even suspend it in place. The effect could at times be temporary, allowing the target to regain its motion, but could also be so powerful that, unlike normal applications of telekinesis, continuous conscious effort and physical gestures to maintain it were not always necessary. Additionally, the most skilled or powerful of users could even exert this paralyzing grip on non-material objects, such as blaster bolts.

-Force Illusion: A Force Illusion is an extreme example of Jedi Mind Control and is ultimately used by either side of the Force. This skill can take dramatic iterations as Anakin can conjure projections and apparitions, he can also change his voice along with his appearance.

-Force Projection: Force projection, also known as Similfuturus, was a Fallanassi Force technique recorded in the sacred Jedi texts and utilized by Jedi Master Luke Skywalker during the Battle of Crait. The technique allowed a Jedi to create an illusory doppelgänger of themselves that could be transmitted through the Force across vast distances.

-Force Choke: Made possible through Telekinesis, Force Choke can be used to tighten the windpipe of whoever it's aimed at, preventing them from breathing and often times killing them.

Force Valor: A light side power that enhances a Jedi's physical and mental attributes such as resolve, agility, reaction speed, accuracy, and stamina. Anakin uses Force Valor not just to empower himself, but to bolster the entire battlefield. In group battles, it functions similarly to a Jedi Battle Commander's aura, enhancing the performance of nearby clones and Jedi allies. His version includes subtle sensory enhancements to help allies coordinate more effectively, even without speaking.

-Force Shockwave: Force Shockwave, also known as Focus Shockwave or Force Bomb, is a Force power that allows a Force-user to emit a powerful destructive ring of energy, damaging or destroying anything in its radius.

-Oneness: One of the greatest feats for any Jedi is retaining their consciousness upon becoming one with the Force.

Morichro: Anakin has the powerful technique that could slows down the body functions of the target, putting them in a long-term suspended animation.

-Force Slow: Force Slow was a dark side Force power used by Sith and Dark Jedi around 4,000 BBY. Force exhaustion was a variant of the power used by Jedi Guardians during the time of the Cold War and the Galactic War to gradually slow down the movement of enemies. This power clouded the target's mind, causing them to slow down both mentally and physically. It was the milder version of three poison-inspiring Force powers, the other ones being Force Affliction and Force Plague. Practitioners of this power included the Jedi Knights Juhani and a Jedi. Force Affliction was a variant of Force Slow. Affliction worked much like a fast-acting poison, quickly debilitating the target. The effects of affliction worsened over time and may cause death if the user is strong enough in the Force. Force Plague was a more powerful version of Force Affliction. Plague worked like a fast-acting toxin, horribly debilitating its victims. The effects of Plague continued to worsen over time. Darth Traya and Darth Nihilus attempted to use this technique against Meetra Surik.

-Force Barrier: Both an offensive and defensive Force power that creates a barrier or wall of Force energy around the intended target, be it self, friend, or foe. Depending on the strength of the individual, the barrier could only withstand a few attacks before collapsing.

-Force Scream: A Force scream is a Force exertion manifested by those whose alignment is with the dark side of the Force. It is a scream, of strong frustration, rage, or grief, emitted through the Force.

-Force Crush: Force Crush is possibly the darkest Force ability known to both the Sith and the Jedi. It is a more advanced form of the Force Grip ability. This ability lifts the opponent into the air, and as they float, their body literally implode as it is crushed from within by the Force.

-Force Rend: Force Rend was a Force ability that enabled a Force user to telekinetically lift and violently contort another individual.

-Force Dark: Force Dark is the exact opposite of Force Light, so it's a physical manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force. By utilising the technique, Y/N is directly attacking a Light Side user's connection to the Force and negating their ability to communicate with it. But he rarely uses it because there aren't many Light Side users that are evil, he uses it only when he spars sometime against Kanan and the others as he catches them off guard with this ability.

-Force Net: A Force net is an unusual Sith technique. When used successfully this power would summon dark side strands of energy that would wrap around the target and ensnare it in an unbreakable mesh. The lattice of dark energy would then effectively sever the connection between the Force, and the trapped target, regardless of Force affiliation, and continuously sap the target's strength. After this, the energy lines would proceed to slice through anything they touched. The net was maintained through the recitation of certain words.

Sith Alchemy: A Dark Side technique that expounds on Force Weapon, Sith Alchemy takes the Jedi ceremony one step further and utilizes it to imbue Dark Side energies on weapons, armors, toxins, and even creatures. Sith Alchemy can even bring about the undead.

Battle Meditation: A rare mental ability that enhances the morale, coordination, and focus of allies while weakening enemies. During long battles, he can mentally link his allies, allowing coordinated strategies without vocal command.

Serenity: A meditative Force state that helps regain inner clarity, focus, and emotional balance. Typically used in or before battle to center the mind. Anakin, who struggles with emotional turbulence due to his trauma, uses Serenity as a crucial anchor. Before battle, he often pauses and closes his eyes, allowing his turbulent emotions to settle and align.

Revitalize: He has mastered the ability to heal the wounded, using the Force to restore strength and vitality to those in need, often saving lives in the midst of battle.

Force Light: A rare and powerful light-side technique that can cleanse dark side corruption and damage dark side beings or spirits. He can channel a blinding pulse of white-gold light, especially when defending others from dark side corruption. It weakens Sith, severs their connection temporarily, or purifies dark objects and locations.

Flow-Walking: Flow-walking was a rare Force power used by the Aing-Tii monks. It was taught to Y/N and Anakin by the Aing-Tii, allowing him to view the past and the future. When one used flow-walking, they could alter the past, and thereby change the course of the future. This power was used with great caution but had very few limitations on it.

Force Lightning: Force Lightning remains one of the most visually impressive weapons in the dark side arsenal. Conjuring lightning from their fingertips, Force Lightning is highly effective and can cause significant damage. Lightsaber and energy shields can block Force Lightning.

Force-Meld: Force-meld, otherwise known as Jedi meld, United Jedi Cluster-Mind, or battle meld, was a rare technique where a Force-sensitive joined others in their minds together, drawing strength from each other. A refinement of battle meditation, it was known to the ancient Jedi, though dangerous. While battle meditation could influence a user of the Force and the insensitives of both sides, Force Meld concentrated on coordinating and improving the Force-sensitives of the user's side.

Force Storm: Force Storm, also known as Wormhole, is a devastating dark side ability used only by the most powerful Force-users. Its usage could tear apart a planet's surface and completely decimate all those unfortunate enough to be in the firing zone. Though the Death Star could wipe out entire worlds, Y/N casting Force Storm can achieve a very similar outcome. Using the Force Storm ability would result in the opening of a void. If Y/N lost focus at any point while summoning this tear in time and space, he would likely find thimself being engulfed by it.

-Force Blast: Force blast is a Force power used by the dark side and neutral Force-sensitives, that when conjured, projected concentrated blasts of pure dark side energy at objects or opponents, usually with devastating effects. This ability was even further expanded upon, resulting in the Sickening blast. Using one's hands, the conjurer could project focused blasts of dark side energy, that could obliterate objects, or destroy living beings or creatures.

-Spirit Transference: While Darth Plagueis utilized Midi-chlorian Manipulation, he taught his apprentice the art of Spirit Transference. In this ceremony, the Dark Side user is able to transfer their essence into that of another host, thereby granting themselves a degree of immortality.

-Thought Bomb: Utilized by Darth Bane to annihilate the last remaining vestiges of the ancient Sith Order, the Thought Bomb is an incredibly powerful weapon that can completely destroy all physical and spiritual bodies of the Force-users within its vicinity.

Force Speed: Temporarily increases movement speed, reaction time, and reflexes. Anakin can dash from point to point in blinding bursts, often too fast for droid sensors or clones to track. He uses it to reposition rapidly or evade blaster fire, often appearing as a blur on the battlefield.

Force Cloak: His advanced use of this power allows him to hide his presence in the Force, making it easier for him to move unseen in enemy territory.

Psychometry: Allows a Jedi to perceive memories, emotions, or events imprinted on objects through touch. A rare and valuable power, inherited through his Shan lineage. Anakin can learn the history of weapons, tools, or ancient relics.

Force Jump: Enables Jedi to leap great distances vertically or horizontally by using the Force. Anakin uses Force Jump in tandem with his acrobatic aggressive lightsaber style. His hinged saber often acts as a pivot in-air, letting him spin and redirect momentum with uncanny agility.

Force Astrogation: A skill learned under the guidance of Jedi Master Tera Sinube, Anakin can feel the currents of hyperspace, aiding in navigation during long-distance travels.

-The Unbinding: The Unbinding is a highly specialized, personalized manifestation of Force Light. It is a violent, targeted application of the Force's pure will, designed to sever and shatter any unnatural connection, forced bond, or imposed control. It is Anakin's ultimate expression of freedom, born from his trauma as a slave. Anakin channels his immense pool of light-side Force energy, often focusing it through his scarred, gloved hand. He stabilizes his aggressive emotions using Serenity, pouring absolute conviction and compassion into the energy. The power is released not as a gentle wave, but as a focused, blinding pulse of white-gold light that targets the metaphysical link of control, not the subject itself. The effects are both physical and metaphysical; Physically — Instantly vaporizes physical restraints, security systems, and electronic control devices (e.g., slave chips, restraining bolts, electro-whips) at the molecular level, leaving the victim unharmed. Metaphysically — his most devastating use. When applied to a clone trooper, it permanently and instantly severs the mental and biological connection of the Inhibitor Chip to the Force and the mind, making the clone immune to any mental domination. Can violently snap weaker dark-side bonds, such as mind-control spells, domination attempts, or the influence of Dark Side artifacts on individuals. The moment he executes The Unbinding, a brilliant, contained shockwave of white-gold light erupts from his body, causing a powerful physical pushback (like a Force Push), but primarily serving as a cleansing wave that only affects the imposed bonds.

-The Calculation: This ability is a personalized, combat-oriented application of Shatterpoint and Force Speed. It allows Anakin to shunt his emotional turbulence aside in critical moments, enabling his genius-level intellect to calculate the optimal outcome of a rapidly unfolding situation. He perceives not just the present, but the immediate future trajectory of every physical object and being in his localized environment. Anakin drops into an instantaneous, hyper-intense state of Serenity that lasts only a few seconds. During this time, the Force filters all external noise and internal emotion, leaving him with pure, cold data. His mind processes the probabilities of movement, impact, and force vectors at superhuman speed, resulting in a single, perfect tactical path. The effects are: He sees the trajectory of every incoming blaster bolt, allowing him to deflect them not just away, but along complex, calculated ricochet paths to neutralize threats without wasting movement. In combat, he instantly perceives the exact point on an opponent's defense (lightsaber stance, armor joint, vehicle chassis) that leads to the fastest collapse, enabling his aggressive attacks to be perfectly focused. During the brief flash of The Calculation, he can use his Battle Meditation to mentally transmit a complex series of commands to his clones/allies, enabling perfectly synchronized, high-speed maneuvers that appear impossible to his enemies. This ability transforms his fighting style from merely aggressive to aggressively precise. It's the moment when the genius mechanic's brain overrides the fearful soldier's heart.

Shatterpoint: Perhaps one of the most difficult abilities, Anakin has begun to develop a sense for the "shatterpoints" of objects, situations, and even people. With this ability, he can detect weak points, vulnerabilities in structures or individuals, and exploit them in combat or strategy.

Force Drain: Anakin is a master of the Force Drain ability, and there are very few strong enough to resist his power. This ability also allows him to drain life from a planet and practically all living beings. He can also drain the Force Energy completely or partially from a Force-User or a planet.

-Force Kill: This power was used to telekinetically destroy the victim's organs. On Korriban, Darth Tyranus used Force kill on the black-market dealer Auben's heart, killing her instantly. Darth Bane also used Force kill on his father by envisioning a giant hand squeezing his father's heart resulting in a fatal heart attack.

-Force Shadow: A Force shadow is a mental projection of the user that can be cast across vast distances and allows the user to see through the shadow's eyes. A dark side ability.

Deadly Sight: Deadly Sight is a power of the Dark Side of The Force that harnesses a Force-user's fury and hatred and then projects them through an intense glare onto the victim. It can blister the skin and vaporize extremities.

-Force Destruction: Force Destruction is a dark side Force power used by Sith and Dark Jedi, allowing them to create a massive energy field and throw it in any direction. When used, a massive amount of energy was stored up within the user, drawn from the dark side of the Force, and with incredible concentration, the energy could be discharged using the user's own body as a conduit. Usually fired through the arm or hand, it could blast a large radius vaporizing anyone who got too close to it. Even those who escaped direct contact with the blast would be pushed asunder by the power's backlash. Using Force Destruction was a very exhausting power requiring a great deal of focus and concentration and could only be used a few times without requiring the user to rest, however thanks to Y/N connection and bond with The Force, he was able to use it as much a he wanted and with very few energy to waste. A variant identical to this power and used by Jedi more often than Sith was the ability known as Force Burst, where the user would unleash a telekinetic blast by releasing the stored up Force energy in their body.

Force Dyad: A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was a pairing of two Force-sensitive beings linked together by a unique Force-bond—that was unbreakable—that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space. Members of a dyad were attuned to each other's senses completely, including what they saw, heard, and felt. They possessed unique Force powers, such as the ability to physically interact across many light-years in the galaxy. A dyad could also utilise Force healing to such a degree that, should either member of the dyad die, the other would be able to transfer enough of their own Force energy to resurrect them, albeit at the cost of their own life. Anakin has this deep connection with none other than Y/N L/N himself, ever since they met for the first time, when they were kids and Y/N was welcomed by Shmii and Anakin after being enslaved, as he was always there for him and helped him out with the situation. And as they grew on, the bond became stronger than ever, with the mere passing of seconds. This is because of how Anakin views Y/N as his little brother while Y/N sees Anakin as his big brother, Anakin is the one who, ever since he has met Y/N, has looked out for the young Mandalorian. Protected and loved more then anything. Same goes for Y/N towards Anakin.

-The Dyad Conduit: This ability is the practical, tactical application of the Force Dyad shared between Anakin and Y/N. It allows them to act as a two-way battery and communication nexus, ensuring that neither one ever truly fights alone, regardless of distance. The power is based on the deep, unbreakable emotional and Force bond between the brothers. By sheer force of will, either Anakin or Y/N can push or pull concentrated Force energy through the Dyad connection. The effects are: when Anakin is running low on energy after using a high-cost ability (like Force Storm or Morichro), or when he's becoming unstable under Force Enrage, Y/N can instantly push pure Force Light energy to stabilize him and replenish his reserves. Conversely, Anakin can send a burst of his raw power to Y/N for instantaneous Revitalize or Force Heal boosts. Over vast distances (even light-years), the Dyad Conduit allows them to exchange complex tactical data, emotions, or entire visions instantaneously, enabling split-second strategy in separate theaters of war. In extreme situations, this ability can physically sustain the other member. If one is physically exhausted, the other can temporarily maintain their physical function through the constant flow of energy, enabling them to remain conscious or active until safe. While the Dyad is shared, Anakin's role as the emotional half makes him the most reliant on, and most capable of leveraging, this supportive exchange. It is the ultimate manifestation of his unbreakable love and trust for his brother.

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There are moments when even eternity hesitates.

The Force — endless, indifferent, and alive… felt the ache of its own imbalance. It had watched empires rise and fall in repeating chords of violence, watched chosen ones burn and fade, watched light and dark devour each other until nothing remained but echoes of regret.

And so, at the edge of time, it whispered a single word into the void.

“Enough.”

The word was not sound. It was an act.

And in that act, the currents of creation turned back upon themselves.

In the ruins of a thousand-year empire, where the Eternal Spire stood like a tombstone against the horizon, the Force gathered the remnants of what once was Valkorion.

His spirit had not vanished into the netherworld; it had sunk… heavy, scarred, poisonous, with the weight of all he had done. There, beneath the weave of time, the Force reached him.

No thunder. No revelation. Only a whisper that felt like truth.

The Force: You sought to become Me. You forgot what it meant to be. So be, then. As all must be.

And in that instant, power unmade itself.

Every scream of every soul he had consumed, every lie, every empire, folded inward like dying stars collapsing into silence.

When the light returned, it left behind a man.

No longer immortal. No longer infinite. No longer endless. Only alive.

Yet balance demanded more than punishment.

In another current, deeper still, the Force found a soul that had never stopped weeping for him: Senya Tirall.

Her love had survived his cruelty; her faith had endured his fall. She had died still believing that the man she once loved was buried beneath the god he became.

And so, as the Force remade the void, it touched her essence with the same hand that unmade him.

The Force: (Murmuring) He will rise in weakness, so you will rise in strength. His redemption cannot begin alone.

From the quiet between heartbeats, her form reassembled; light over bone, breath over memory. Her pulse returned with the rhythm of the galaxy itself. She awoke not in paradise, but in the rain-soaked ruins of her home.

They rose together on the same day.

Valkorion upon the broken dais of the Spire,

Senya in the wild marshes below it.

Neither yet knew the other lived. Both felt only the faint pulse of the Force, echoing like a heartbeat not their own. It guided them not as command but as promise:

Walk, and you will find what remains of love.

Above Zakuul, the sky began to clear. The eternal storm that had once crowned the city parted, revealing the first sunrise the planet had seen in centuries.

The light that fell upon the ruins did not glorify them; it revealed their scars.

In that light, the Force whispered not of destiny, but of choice.

And for the first time in a millennium, Valkorion and Senya, two halves of a cycle broken, breathed the same air again.

Across the stars, few noticed. A sunrise meant little to those who had never seen this world. But to the Force, that moment resounded like a chord struck through all creation.

The Force: The god will learn to be man. The mother will learn to forgive. And from their union will come the Child of Balance. The heart that beats for all things.

The galaxy did not yet tremble. It listened.

And so began the quietest act of salvation ever written: not in war, not in prophecy… but in two lost souls standing before the dawn, and daring, at last, to live.

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There are few silences more complete than the one that follows godhood.

Zakuul had been a world of endless storm; lightning dancing through the crowns of durasteel towers, rain carving lines into marble. Now, for the first time in centuries, the sky was clear. The Spire, once a monument to an emperor who named himself Eternal, stood as a husk of memory. Its shattered crown reached for a sun it could no longer command.

Beneath that fallen throne, amid the dust and the whisper of ruined machinery, a man awoke.

He did not remember falling asleep. He remembered only the ache.

A pain that was not physical, but elemental… the kind of pain a being feels when every layer of immortality has been peeled away.

He opened his eyes.

Once, those eyes had burned with cosmic authority, a storm of ancient power that made stars kneel. Now they were merely human: pale, uncertain, unguarded. His breath came ragged. His hand, when he lifted it, shook. There was no power in his veins. No echo of eternity. Just blood. Flesh. Mortality.

Valkorion; the god, the emperor, the devourer of worlds… was gone.

In his place stood a man who had no right to exist and no strength to deny it.

He staggered to his feet, unsteady, the broken metal beneath him biting into his soles. He tried to summon the Force by instinct, a gesture, a command… but nothing answered. The silence was absolute.

For the first time since his first breath on Nathema, the Force refused to obey him. And in that void, something else stirred: fear.

Small. Sharp. Honest.

He almost laughed at the absurdity of it. The dread of mortality. The weakness of flesh. The same fragility he had once sneered at in others. Now, it was his only companion.

He began to walk.

Below, in the marshlands that surrounded the fallen city, she was already moving.

Senya Tirall had woken to rain. Not the mechanical kind that fell from the Spire’s weather grids, but real rain; warm, clean, alive. It clung to her lashes and ran down her armor in rivulets. She could feel her pulse, strong and even. It had been years since she’d felt it.

The last thing she remembered was darkness. A wound. The sound of her daughter’s voice, raw and broken. Then nothing.

Now, she stood among reeds and shallow waters, her reflection rippling beside her. She hardly recognized the woman staring back: silver hair matted with rain, eyes haunted but steady. Alive.

Her heart should have rejoiced. Instead, it ached. Because with life came memory… and memory came with him.

Valkorion.

The name still tasted like betrayal. And longing. And every promise she had once believed.

She didn’t understand how she lived again. Only that the Force whispered something gentle beneath the confusion: walk north.

So she did.

By midday, the air above the ruins shimmered with heat. Valkorion reached the edge of the city and collapsed beneath the shade of a broken archway. The pain of movement was exquisite. He found water; murky, stagnant… and drank greedily. The act itself felt alien. Gods did not thirst.

He sat in silence, watching motes of dust drift through the sunbeams. For the first time, he realized how loud silence could be.

He whispered into the air.

Valkorion: Is this your mercy? To strip me bare and leave me crawling among the ashes of my own kingdom?

No voice answered. Only wind.

He laughed bitterly.

Valkorion: So the gods fall, and even the Force grows deaf. How poetic.

Then, softly, another voice… human, unmistakable.

Senya: Not deaf. Just finished listening.

He froze.

From the shadows of the corridor, she stepped into the light.

Senya. Alive.

She looked exactly the same, yet her face was lined by time and sorrow, but the light in her eyes had not dimmed. She carried her spear in one hand, not raised in threat but held like memory. Her breath caught when she saw him… truly saw him. Gone was the divine radiance. Gone the emperor’s armor. He wore only tattered robes and shame.

He could not meet her gaze.

Valkorion: Senya…

His voice cracked. The name sounded strange on mortal lips.

She stared at him for a long time, rain dripping from her hair. When she finally spoke, her words were quieter than the wind.

Senya: I don’t know what you are anymore.

He tried to answer, but found nothing. The eloquence of gods had abandoned him too. At last he said, almost pleading…

Valkorion: I am… what remains.

Senya: (Her tone not cruel nor kind. Tired) Of Valkorion? Or of Vitiate? Or of the man who lied to me, used me, and cursed our children?

He flinched. There was no divinity left to shield him from truth.

Valkorion: Perhaps of none. Perhaps of all.

She exhaled slowly.

Senya: Then maybe you can start by being someone else.

For days, they did not speak much.

Senya led him through the marshlands to what remained of an outpost; a collapsed shelter beneath the cliffs. He slept there, beside the cold embers of an old fire, while she gathered food and watched the horizon.

Sometimes she looked at him as if expecting the illusion to break. As if the god would return at any moment and sneer that she had been fooled again. But the days passed, and he stayed. Weak. Quiet. Mortal.

He began to help her. At first clumsy, then deliberate. Building, carrying, repairing. Work was new to him; it hurt his hands, but he welcomed the pain. It was proof he still existed. Proof he could earn what he once took by decree.

One evening, as the sun bled gold across the marshes, Senya sat beside the fire. Valkorion… no, the man he was now, watched her in silence.

Finally, she spoke.

Senya: I buried you once. I buried the man I loved, and I buried the monster who replaced him. Now you’re here again, stripped of everything. Tell me why.

He stared into the fire.

Valkorion: Because eternity was a lie. Because I mistook dominion for meaning. Because I thought the galaxy would worship the god and forgive the man.

Senya: And now?

Valkorion: Now…

He hesitated, feeling the weight of the word.

Valkorion: Now I wish to learn what forgiveness even means.

Senya turned toward him, her expression unreadable. The firelight painted her in amber and shadow.

Senya: (softly) Then start with yourself. Because I’m not ready to give mine yet. Perhaps I will never be.

He nodded, though it hurt doing so. And for the first time in countless lifetimes, he accepted that answer.

That night, as sleep claimed them both, the Force stirred again.

High above the broken spires, the sky shimmered faintly… not with storm, but with light. The galaxy’s pulse beat once, deep and slow, like the breath of something vast awakening.

Two souls, once enemies of destiny, now walked its path again.

The god had fallen.

The woman had risen.

And somewhere, far beyond the veil of stars, the Force smiled.

Because this time, it would not need to break them.

They would choose to be whole.

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Dawn broke not in light, but in the sound of wind sweeping through marble bones. The great Spire of Zakuul still stood upon the horizon, blackened and cracked, its glass ribs catching what little sun bled through the storm clouds.

In the shadow of its ruins, two figures lived.

Once, they had ruled from that height — gods in all but name. Now they gathered rainwater from broken pipes and scavenged food from half-collapsed markets. The emperor and the knight. The sinner and the betrayed.

It had been months since Valkorion awoke, powerless. In that time, he had learned the weight of a hammer, the ache of hunger, the sting of cold air in the lungs. He found that when one cannot command the galaxy, one must earn warmth; strike flint, build fire, wait.

Senya watched him, always. Sometimes openly, sometimes from a distance. The woman who had once followed his voice to the ends of the stars now studied him as if searching for the ghost of a man she once loved.

And often, she found nothing but silence.

The days fell into rhythm.

They built a shelter from fractured durasteel, reinforced with the bones of Zakuulan skycraft. The soil here was gray and bitter, yet Senya coaxed small green life from it, roots and vines clinging stubbornly to the cracks.

Valkorion tried to help. Once, he might have waved a hand and bent nature to his will. Now, he dug with his bare fingers, dirt caking his nails. The work made his shoulders ache, a sensation he had not felt for millennia. He did not complain. He feared the sound of his own voice might shatter the fragile quiet between them.

Senya would hum, soft melodies from the old Eternal Fleet days. Her voice had a weary grace to it, like the song of a soldier laying down her blade. One evening, Valkorion asked her, quietly:

Valkorion: Why do you sing, when the world is ashes?

She did not look up.

Senya: Because ashes remember.And if we forget the sound of life, we’ll become like the world we burned.

For the first time, Valkorion could not find an answer that made him feel superior.

At night, the Force whispered to him; faint, distant, like the echo of waves through a buried city. It did not command or punish. It watched. The god who once consumed worlds to silence its voice now found himself yearning to hear it again, even if only to be scolded.

He sometimes dreamt of fire. Of Nathema. Of his empire devouring itself in the name of eternity. And in those dreams, Senya stood upon the horizon, her back turned.

Each time he woke, he expected her to be gone. Yet every morning, she was still there: tending the hearth, mending armor, feeding him. Not because she had forgiven him, but because she refused to abandon even a monster.

That constancy hurt more than any punishment.

Weeks passed. The ruins around them grew quieter, as if the planet itself was beginning to breathe again. Zakuul’s storms lessened; small birds returned. Senya found one perched on the roof one morning; bright white feathers, streaked with gray like ash and dawn. She smiled faintly.

Senya: Do you think this world can forgive us?

Valkorion’s answer came slow, heavy.

Valkorion: Forgiveness is not the galaxy’s duty. It is a mercy we must earn.

She studied him for a long while, as though testing the weight of those words.

Senya: (Murmuring) You sound like a priest.

Valkorion: I sound… like a man who is trying to no longer wish to be a god.

Something flickered in her eyes then… not warmth, but recognition. The first ember of something less than hate.

Later, as twilight bled over the city, they walked among the ruined bridges of the Spire. Below, the water still glowed faintly from ancient energy conduits, the light shifting between blue and gold. Valkorion stopped, his gaze distant.

Valkorion: Do you ever wonder… if the Force regrets creating us?

Senya’s tone was steady.

Senya: I think the Force doesn’t regret. It only waits to see what we’ll do next.

He nodded slowly, as if accepting a truth he had once destroyed planets to deny.

A silence stretched between them, deep and unbroken, the kind that holds not absence, but understanding. Then, Senya reached out. Her hand hovered over his; not touching, not yet, but close enough that he could feel the heat of her skin.

Senya: (Quietly) If you truly want to learn, start here. Stop seeking power. Learn people. Learn pain.

He turned his palm upward. For the first time in an eternity, Valkorion, the immortal, the Emperor, the void, did not command. He asked.

Valkorion: Then teach me.

Senya looked at him, seeing not a god or tyrant, but a man standing naked before his own ruin.

And in that moment, something in the Force stirred; not thunder, not light, but a faint warmth, as if the universe itself had exhaled.

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The wind over Zakuul’s plains carried the smell of dust and rain, the scent of a world that had survived its gods.

Months had passed since the fall of the Spire. The ruins still cut jagged silhouettes against the horizon, but beyond them, life persisted. Out in the settlements, people had begun to rebuild after a brutal storm that had almost destroyed the city: scavenging durasteel, raising new shelters where marble once gleamed.

It was there, among the farmers and mechanics, that Valkorion walked.

No banners announced him. No procession followed. To the people, he was only a stranger with the face of a ghost.

Whispers followed him through the muddy streets.

Woman: That’s him. The Emperor.

Old Man: No, can’t be. The Emperor’s been dead for centuries.

Man: Then why does he look like sin that learned to walk again?

He heard it all, but said nothing. The words stung not because they were cruel, but because they were true.

He labored beside them, a man once worshiped now hauling stone and binding plasteel seams. Each task was menial, but each demanded attention. The hammer’s rhythm became meditation. The ache in his arms became prayer.

Children stared at him openly, half-curious, half-afraid. A woman dropped her tools when he passed, as though expecting lightning to strike. He met their gaze and saw himself as they did: not savior, not emperor, but the memory of terror made flesh.

And for the first time, he did not resent their fear. He understood it.

At dusk, Senya approached. Her armor was streaked with mud, her braid undone, but her bearing remained unbroken: a warrior tempered, not dulled. She watched him work for a long moment before speaking.

Senya: (Quietly) You wanted eternity. Can you survive a single day as one of us?

Valkorion’s hands stilled on the beam he was lifting. He turned toward her, the light of the dying sun catching the faint lines age had left upon his face.

Valkorion: (Murmuring) Eternity was easy. It required nothing of me. This… demands everything.

Senya’s gaze softened, but only slightly.

Senya: Then prove it.

Days blurred together… rebuilding, mending, eating beside those who still whispered his name with unease. He began to see things he had once dismissed: the way the settlers shared food before taking their own portion; how laughter could exist even among ruins; how grief, when spoken aloud, lost some of its weight.

He began to listen. Not to the Force, but to people.

A child with grease-stained fingers told him stories of the old Eternal Fleet… how her grandfather once saw the sky filled with light. An old man showed him how to mend a plow, muttering about the days when “emperors didn’t fix things with their hands.”

Each word struck deeper than any weapon. Each moment was a fragment of something Valkorion had forgotten: what it meant to be part of a world, not above it.

Then came the storm.

It rose from the northern sea, a vast wall of gray fury rolling toward the settlement. Rain came first, heavy and relentless, then wind, tearing through the half-built roofs.

Senya was already shouting orders.

Senya: Secure the children! Get the generators inside!

Valkorion moved before thinking, his instincts still sharp from lives of command. But this time, when he reached the central bridge, a rickety span of metal over a swollen river, it wasn’t power that drove him. It was fear. Fear that the people he had begun to care for would die because he was too late.

The bridge began to buckle under the surge. A transport skidded across, its wheels slipping on soaked metal. Valkorion lunged forward, bracing his shoulder beneath the beam as it cracked. The weight drove him to his knees; cold rain hammered his face.

He had held worlds before. He had torn the life from planets. But this weight, the simple, brutal weight of matter, felt heavier than any crown.

Senya saw him through the storm, running toward him, shouting his name. Together they anchored ropes, shouting for others to evacuate. The current roared below like the voice of a god long forgotten.

Something inside him snapped, not bone, but pride. And in its place came something purer, quieter: the will to protect.

He no longer sought to control the flood. He only wanted to hold long enough for others to cross.

When the storm finally broke, the bridge held. Barely. The settlement survived.

They sat beneath the remains of a collapsed awning, drenched, exhausted, watching the dawn creep through the clouds.

Senya looked at him… mud-streaked, bleeding, breathing heavily, and for the first time in decades, saw not the Emperor, but the man she had once believed might exist beneath the myth.

Senya: (Softly) You didn’t use the Force.

Valkorion: (Quietly) I didn’t need to. For the first time, I wanted to save them.

She nodded, silent, a small, unreadable smile flickering at the corner of her lips.

The wind carried the scent of rain-washed soil, the first clean smell in years.

Above them, the clouds thinned, revealing the faint shimmer of Zakuul’s morning light. It touched his face, and for a heartbeat, the reflection in Senya’s eyes was not the Emperor reborn, but a man reborn through dust, labor, and storm.

That day, the people began to greet him differently. Not “my lord,” not “your grace.”

Just Valkorion.

He found that it was enough.

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The shuttle touched down on Zakuul’s moon in silence.

No banners, no escort… only wind whispering over pale dust and the hollow ruins of an ancient temple. Its spires were fractured things, jagged bones pointing at a gray sky, the last remnants of an age that believed in forever.

Valkorion stepped out first. The air here was thin, cold, metallic… it bit like judgment.

Senya followed, cloak drawn close, her gaze steady but shadowed. She had insisted he come. “If you want peace,” she had said, “you’ll have to meet your ghosts where they were born.”

Now, among the shattered columns, his footsteps echoed like the tolling of a broken bell.

Inside, the temple still held the shape of his old faith… Eternal, radiant, merciless. The frescoes showed the triumph of the Emperor, the submission of the galaxy, the conquest of death. The artistry was flawless. The truth behind it, monstrous.

He stared at his own carved image on the wall: cloaked in light, eyes like stars. It felt alien now… a myth wearing his skin.

Then the Force stirred.

At first it was only a tremor, a shift in the air. Then came the whispers — familiar voices threading through the dust.

???: Father.

The word struck like a blade.

From the drifting light coalesced Thexan — calm, mournful, every inch the son he had once been proud of. His armor glimmered faintly, a memory made visible.

Thexan: You made us believe in your eternity. And when it killed us, you called it destiny.”

Behind him emerged Arcann, half his face shadowed, half illuminated… fury and grief bound into one. His voice was low, steady, burning.

Arcann: You broke us, Father. You made us into you.

And last came Vaylin. Her eyes were wild fire, her presence sharp enough to cut.

Vaylin: (Spiteful) You called it love when you caged me. You called it teaching when you broke me.

Senya said nothing. She stood near the doorway, motionless… watching, waiting, tears already forming but unfallen.

Valkorion could have dispelled the illusion. He could have commanded the Force to silence them, banished the ghosts with a flicker of will. Once, he would have.

But now, he simply bowed his head.

Valkorion: (Quietly) Speak. Say what you must.

Thexan’s voice trembled with sorrow.

Thexan: Do you even remember the day you stopped being our father and became a throne?

Arcann’s words were harder.

Arcann: You chose power over us. Over her. You made the galaxy kneel because you couldn’t bear to kneel to your own heart.

Vaylin stepped closer, her form flickering with rage and pain.

Vaylin: You made me your monster. Tell me why I shouldn’t destroy you now.

The air shimmered with the tension of memory and fury. The temple itself seemed to hold its breath.

And Valkorion… the Eternal Emperor, the man who once defied death and time, sank slowly to his knees.

He did not look away from them.

He did not argue.

He did not command.

Valkorion: If you would strike me…

He said, his voice steady but stripped of every crown it had ever carried,

Valkorion: Do it. But I will not command you again.

The silence that followed was infinite.

Thexan’s image trembled, the edges dissolving into light. Arcann’s fury wavered, the shadow on his face thinning. And Vaylin… fierce, wounded Vaylin, took a step forward, hand raised as if to strike, then faltered.

The ghosts looked at him one last time… not forgiving, not condemning, but seeing.

Then, one by one, they faded.

All that remained was the echo of their voices, like a song ending on a note too fragile to hold.

Senya finally moved. She crossed the temple floor and knelt beside him. He didn’t look up; she didn’t speak.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their breathing. Two survivors in a place built for gods.

When she finally reached out, it was not as a lover, not yet, but as someone who could no longer watch another soul crumble alone. Her hand brushed his shoulder.

He flinched, not from pain, but from something far rarer… the shock of being touched with pity instead of fear.

Senya’s voice was a whisper.

Senya: Now you understand.

He nodded, eyes wet but calm.

Valkorion: Understanding is not absolution.

Senya: No… But it’s a beginning.

She leaned her forehead against his, and for the first time since the empire’s fall, they shared a single, unguarded silence. A silence where guilt met grace… where an empire’s ashes made room for a heartbeat.

Outside, the wind rose again, threading through the temple’s broken arches like breath returning to lungs long dead.

And in that wind, the Force stirred… not in judgment, but in watchfulness.

The mirror had been faced.

The flame had not consumed.

And deep within the quiet light of Zakuul’s moon, the first embers of forgiveness began to burn.

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The sun rose over Zakuul… not the blinding gold of empire, but the softer light of dawn breaking through scaffolds and smoke.

The Eternal City, once a monument to divine order, now hummed with the sounds of hammers, laughter, and life.

Valkorion walked among them.

Months had passed since the temple. The storm within him had quieted, though it never truly ceased. The man who had ruled worlds now carried tools instead of commands. He rebuilt broken walls, repaired generators, planted gardens where once he had burned rebellion. Every act of restoration left his hands trembling… not from weakness, but from unfamiliar grace.

When children passed, they stared, whispering his name like a ghost story.

Kid 1: Is it really him?

Kid 2: The Emperor?

Kid 3: No, he helps us now.

He would only nod, the faintest smile flickering and fading. Perhaps that was enough.

One morning, as the fog lifted over the central district, he found a boy sitting beside a ruined fountain… no older than ten, eyes closed in concentration. A pebble floated above his palm, wavering. The Force rippled faintly around him, uncertain and raw.

Valkorion: (Softly) You’re reaching too hard.

Boy: (Muttering) I’m trying to control it…

Valkorion: Then you’ve already lost.

The boy frowned.

Boy: But that’s what power means.

Valkorion knelt, picked up the pebble, and placed it in the boy’s hand.

Valkorion: Power is a conversation, you do not shout at the Force, you listen to it. Let it speak first.

The boy exhaled. The pebble rose, smooth and still this time.

The old Emperor smiled… a real, quiet smile. For the first time, he felt what teaching truly was: not indoctrination, not command, but sharing.

Senya watched from a distance, unseen at first. Her lips curved upward, the smallest trace of pride, tinged with melancholy. For all the years she had cursed the man, for all the blood and silence between them, this was the Valkorion she had once imagined might exist beneath the armor.

And now, finally, he did.

That evening, they sat together on a balcony overlooking the city’s slow rebirth. The sky burned in shades of orange and violet, reflecting off the half-repaired spires. Below, people sang… workers finishing another long day, their voices weaving into something rough but beautiful.

Senya plucked a melody on a salvaged stringed instrument, one she had found among the ruins. A lullaby from her youth. The notes wavered, fragile, human.

Valkorion listened in silence. When the song ended, he spoke quietly.

Valkorion: I used to think music was a lesser form of order. Beautiful, but flawed… forever decaying.

Senya: It is. That’s why it’s real.

They sat in stillness. A wind brushed through, carrying the scent of rain and metal.

Valkorion: I tried to master creation…

He said, almost to himself. Senya then answered.

Senya: Try living it instead.

He turned to her, and for the first time, smiled without restraint.

Valkorion: A difficult lesson.

Senya: The only one worth learning.

Days turned into weeks. He worked beside her in the fields, debated philosophy over tea with the engineers, even argued, playfully, this time… about the merits of rebuilding the old Eternal Throne. (“It was comfortable,” he protested. “It was monstrous,” she replied, laughing.)

Sometimes, in quiet moments, she would catch him gazing at the stars as if seeing them for the first time. And sometimes, he would catch her watching him, and neither would look away.

Their love did not return in a surge. It grew like the gardens they planted… fragile shoots pushing through ash.

There were still scars. He still woke from dreams of power and screams. She still flinched at thunder that sounded too much like war. But there, in the ruins, they began again.

One night, as rain swept the city, they walked beneath the colonnades, the lights of the new settlements glowing below.

Senya stopped, turned to him.

Senya: You always feared losing control.

Valkorion: Control was all I had.

Senya: And now?

Valkorion: Now…

He took a breath, rain running down his face like absolution.

Valkorion: Now I fear only losing time.

She reached for his hand.

Senya: Then stop fearing it. Live it.

Their hands met… not as ruler and subject, not even as penitent and redeemer, but simply as two souls who had burned through eternity and finally learned to hold warmth without crushing it.

For the first time in an age, Valkorion’s heart beat freely, no longer bound to the rhythm of dominion, but to the fragile, miraculous pulse of being alive.

Above them, the clouds thinned, and dawn broke again over Zakuul.

Not eternal light… just morning.

But for the man who had once commanded suns to burn and die, it was enough.

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The sun had barely touched the horizon, spilling molten gold across the white spires of Zakuul. Mist rolled gently through the half-rebuilt streets, catching the light and turning each droplet into a tiny sun of its own.

Valkorion stood at the heart of the city, hand in hand with Senya, eyes fixed on the distant mountains that had once witnessed his empire’s reach. Their breaths were slow, shared, measured… a rhythm not dictated by fear or power, but by choice.

For weeks, they had worked, side by side, shaping Zakuul anew. And yet, despite their labor, an emptiness lingered in the spaces that once held their children.

Valkorion lowered his gaze, tracing the scars of the city as if they mirrored the scars in his own soul.

Valkorion: The family I have lost… or perhaps never truly had.

Senya’s fingers brushed against his.

Senya: They were never truly lost. The Force holds what we cannot.

A hush fell over the city. It was not the silence of absence, but of anticipation. The air shimmered, as if reality itself were holding its breath.

Then, as the first light struck the central spire, the wind carried a vibration — deep, resonant, living.

Valkorion felt it before he heard it: a pulse that ran through the veins of the city, through the bones of the planet, through the very marrow of his being. It was a heartbeat… many heartbeats, yet one.

He looked to Senya. Her eyes, wide and shining, reflected the same awareness.

Valkorion: (Whispering) The Force… It comes.

The ground trembled subtly beneath them, and in the streets below, the mist parted. Silhouettes appeared, first faint, then vivid: a boy kneeling in a pool of morning light, a taller figure standing beside him, a girl’s shadow stretching toward them both.

Senya: Thexan… Arcann… Vaylin…

She breathed, disbelief and wonder threading her voice.

They stepped forward as the mist cleared entirely, revealing the children fully; alive, whole, their eyes carrying memories of a past life: triumphs, betrayals, pain, love, and lessons unlearned.

Thexan, ever the quiet observer, knelt before them, bowing not from fear but from reverence.

Thexan: Father… Mother… you’ve returned.

Arcann’s gaze was fierce yet tempered, a warrior newly tempered by humility.

Arcann: The power you hold now… is earned, not taken.