Stoic, calm, and in tune with nature. Few Jedi match the flowing patience and deep calm of V'yr Vorsa, Neti, Jedi, and adopted of the Harakoan tribes of New Tython. Her serene manner is matched only by her mighty drive to protect the world around her; be it sapling, beast, or being, all life is her charge. But how did she become this protector? What drove her to such a nurturing role, to become the guardian of the forest?
You are V'yr Vorsa, during the height of the Yuuzhan Vong War. You battle on one of the many worlds scarred by the Vong War's lesser battles; the night sky is streaked by flashes of light and explosions, as coralskippers and starfighters duel above. All around you, New Republic soldiers outnumber the Vong, yet fall in droves against the superior combat skills of the Warrior Caste. You are here with your Kel Dor Padawan, Nem Yaman; the young Jedi hopeful has learned much under your tutelage, and together, you will turn the tide. Your Padawan makes you most proud, as you fight beside him, but today will bring you grief; it shall be among the saddest days of your life.
Today, your Padawan is going to die, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Write the battle, from any perspective you wish; write V'yr as she is, or however you need her to be. This story is yours - make it a good one.
Fiction, any font or format, 1350 words minimum. Winners will recieve Third Level Crescents; First Place will move on to the final round, to be judged in December. Writers may take any liberties they want with characters, locations, and events; give me a good story.
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1st place
Lucyeth
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