The forces of Cy Thuron and the New Dawn, together with a powerful mercenary force and the mysterious oversight of a distant Sith, have brought down hell upon New Tython. The Harakoan tribes have been scattered or captured, their lands largely aflame; the settlements of the world have been locked down. Menat Ombo is under martial law, and is being garrisoned and outfitted like a fortress. For the Jedi, the evening is upon us, and soon, night must fall.
The It'kla District was the primary home of the Jedi of Odan-Urr; largely a shantytown, it was full of friendly citizens and merchants and was the locale of our personal homes and places of meditation. To ensure that we cannot return, it was put to flame by Thuron's forces, the metal and stone blasted apart while the wood and fabrics within burned to ash. Bodies of locals gunned down or trapped within lay strewn throughout, charred and blackened, while nothing was allowed to escape the wrath of the fire. It is a testament to our enemy's resolve, and a scar upon the hearts of all the Jedi.
Write about your character's arrival in this district, how they avoid or deal with the threat of guards, and how their heartbreak, their desperation, and their balance within the Force is affected.
Fiction competition, minimum two pages.
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