In the quiet aftermath, the galaxy no longer echoed with the clash of armies, but silence did not bring peace. On the fringes of the system, far from the worlds that had once burned, a small enclave of surviving Jedi remained hidden, scattered, and cautious.
Among them was a young survivor who had never known the Order in its prime. Training had been irregular, guidance uncertain, and trust even harder to maintain. The masters who remained carried the weight of loss in their voices, and the burden of rebuilding something that had nearly been erased.
Resources were scarce. Communication between surviving cells was unreliable. And though the war had ended, remnants of its shadow still lingered—unseen threats, unfinished conflicts, and questions that had no clear answers.
For those who remained, survival was no longer enough. The Order had to decide what it would become next.
And that decision would begin with a single choice