Previouslies:
Dear So'Zen,
I think we're now trying to rehabilitate D'Joy via the Bartertown Trading Game.
Please pray for us.
Sincerely, Vanya
Things that continue to not make it onto a Highlight Reel:
We'll take "Things that the Mand'alor won't believe without holographic proof" for 400, Alex!
Almond d'Joy as Heath Toffee:
I learned that at the Al Saba School of Diplomacy!
There is a weight of history here. Certain tombs and pathways are very strongly attuned to the Light, with a deep sense of compassion. Nearby on the hill are certain pathways that feel malevolent -- dormant, patient, waiting, but certainly not friendly. These might be full of unresolved grief left to fester.
The standing rectangular tombs mostly are unremarkable within the flow of the Force.
The circular ones seem to carry more of a sense of comfort or contentment.
The two doors that lead into the hill itself have the weight of the past, but also a stern sense of duty.
He looked for the Lost Heroes, as he needed to give them a new burden.
There were once eight great explorers. These eight, in a time of war and conflict, looked to a new horizon; a new tomorrow.
They refused to believe that the Yondini and the Abyssi would forever be at war.
They believed we are one people.
They sought to prove it.
They explored beyond the reaches of what is known.
They were opposed by both sides. There were many who saw no reason to stop the war until the other side was gone.
These heroes traveled beyond the stars. They found what they needed to find -- what they wanted to find -- what they hoped to find.
They found enlightenment.
They found an idea.
They met a people who helped them see the Galaxy in a different light.
An ancient people, and their students.
What they found and met was a teacher. A teacher who was only known as a jedai.
These eight came back and brought that knowledge to the world.
But the war had gone on in their absence, and was reaching a bloody end. Weapon beyond imagination had been found, and was going to be used. A weapon that was a piece of the sun, caught and kept. One that could be unleashed on a whim.
But the eight knew if it would be activated, would be opened and let loose, it would consume the user as well as the target.
Leaving a recording from that jedai teacher in a safe space, the eight went to stop the war. The only way to stop the war was to show how dangerous this weapon was.
They had to dismantle it. To dismantle it, they had to release the thing that had been caught, the thing that had been trapped.
It did not like being trapped.
In that weapon, the flying weapon, was a crystal that bled; and within that crystal that bled was the creature that was the heart of the weapon. An angry spirit, filled with malevolence, it knew only rage.
The eight fought that creature, but discovered that it had taken over the leaders of both sides.
The eight, the lost heroes, took the crystal beyond the world to remove its corruption, to take it away from the world they loved.
They knew it would take all eight of them to do so because of the sheer power of the creature they were trying to get rid of. They deemed that an acceptable sacrifice; there was not any other way that they could find.
They still hope to return one day.
And one day, may still come. As the lost heroes left the world with the bleeding crystal, the survivors now free of the corruption looked to the recording of the knowledge from the teacher, the jedai. They saw the philosophy, the knowledge. Their eyes were opened. They saw what they had been doing and were about to do.
The heroes were last seen taking the bleeding crystal to the heart of the star, in hopes that despite how hostile and angry the creature inside the crystal was, the heart of the star could burn the crystal pure.
They hoped they would be able to return. They have not yet.
But in some ways, we do not feel they are gone.
The eight heroes saved our world, and promised there would be another to remove the danger to our world when it arose.
That is the story of the Eight who helped reshape our people, to bring the Yondini and the Abyssi together to understand: they are one.
And now, the heroes' legacy has passed to new heroes that are standing here, hearing the story.