It was proof of the Force’s perfect balance, the harmony apparent in the galaxy, and it gave Vernestra an overwhelming sense of peace as she closed her eyes and fell into the rhythms of the moon.

Death. Destruction. Desolation.

Vernestra’s eyes snapped open at the twang of dissonance among the otherwise soothing symphony of life on Wevo. She sat up and found Imri doing the same across the way.

“Did you feel that?” Imri said, jumping to his feet. Vernestra nodded.

“Feel what?” Honesty asked, sitting up straight next to Avon, who was explaining something to him by way of an equation drawn in the soft sand of the cave.

“It’s the Force. There’s something wrong,” Imri said with a frown. “Something that does not belong.”

“Is there someone else on Wevo with us?” Honesty asked.

Vernestra frowned. She could not parse the disturbance in the Force as clearly as Imri could, but she could not fathom another group of people landing on such a remote, out-of-the-way moon. Surely there was something else amiss.


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