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"Thoughts"
"Speaking"
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Felucia is a colorful and humid jungle planet with 8 moons that is located in the Felucia system of the Outer Rim Territories of the galaxy, which despite having a dangerous environment due to the great diversity of flora and fauna, is located along the Perlemian Trade Route, making it an important strategic location, which is why the planet has become in the several weeks an important battleground for the Clone Wars, with a few Jedi leading the Republic's military forces.
However, that was not what mattered now, because as the first rays of sunlight crossed the dense jungle of Felucia, tinting the horizon with various shades in the sky. What appeared to be a human man found himself traversing this labyrinth of alien vegetation, cursing his luck with every step he took.
His appearance was that of a man who seemed to be in his early thirties, but that was nothing more than a façade, a deceptive appearance and what gave away that he was not a human were peculiar his green eyes because if someone looked at them carefully they would see that they looked old and powerful, that they have seen too much for a single human life.
Although that peculiar detail was subtle, unlike a small storm cloud in the sky moving right above him, as well as with each step he took, the ground shook very slightly and left a path full of fine fissures in the ground. And every time a rock or a huge root blocked his path, he would push it aside with sheer force or something seemed to hit them breaking or exploiting them in some way.
As if that wasn't enough, all the animals and beasts that dwell miles around him had run out in terror, moving away as fast as they could as if their most basic instincts were telling them that a natural disaster was about to be unleashed.
After all, this man was not a human, but a half-blood, a demigod who had been alive for a few centuries. This half-blood was Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, the god of earthquakes, storms, seas, drought and several other domains; a demigod with too much accumulated experience because he had a peculiar gift for attracting problems or they find him in one way or another, whether they be Greco-Roman or from the other pantheons of the Earth.
But at that moment, his patience was on the edge, and his mind was in chaos, which he could barely contain himself from unleashing a powerful natural disaster as a reflection of his fury due to his nature.
"Where the Hades am I now?" he muttered for the umpteenth time, looking around with disdain, observing that some of the plants around him were shining with a disconcerting intensity and the sky where the eight moons were, these were becoming less visible the more the sun rose, a vision that defied all logic and that seemed to mock his disorientation.
And for a demigod who has visited abodes of the gods, places that defy logic or laws of science in different parts of the Earth, some of the realms of different pantheons, such as the Underworld, the Duat, some of the 9 Nordic worlds, realms that are under the control of the Hindus, the Shintoists and more... that is saying something.
The son of the sea had woken up more than three hours ago in that jungle and although the beginning thought that something had led him to some of the other realms that exist in the world, but something inside him, whether it was his instincts or something else in his nature told him that he was not on Earth.
But why was he there?...
The answer was a ritual that had gone horribly wrong causing his current situation, because Crios, the titan of the stars and constellations, had escaped from Tartarus, captured Apollo, Artemis, and Hermes to steal their power in a desperate attempt to take control of his domains and thus power to defy Olympus.
To make matters worse, the son of Gaea and Uranus had also gained the power of Selene and Helios, the ancient deities of the Sun and Moon, whose names should have all but faded from mortal memory and the power left behind by the titan's nephews, their respective heirs Apollo and Artemis had long since lost. But as if all that wasn't enough, the titan had obtained a fragment of Kronos' essence, as well as the sword of the ancient king of the titans, which had made him an even more formidable concern and threat.
"By the gods!" exclaimed Percy, frustrated and angry, "Can't they do anything right?!, DAMN OLYMPIANS!, with all their grandiloquence, pride, arrogance and eternal dramas, they are not able to keep order or manage their own pantheon, AND I ALWAYS HAVE TO FIX THEIR FUCKING MESSES!..."
Frustration and anger were reflected in his eyes as he entered the jungle, in addition to cursing various beings with whom he is related for almost all the time he had been awake, especially the kings of Olympus.
"If the damn gods were a little more competent!" complained Percy, "maybe I wouldn't have to be in the middle of this damn strange jungle trying to find a way home once again!"
The demigod did not have a clear path to go, but the first thing he did when he woke up and did not recognize the place was to reach the top of one of the huge trees to get to know his surroundings, but thanks to the darkness he could distinguish flashes of light in the distance in a certain direction that is where he was heading.
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Several hours later
Aayla Secura stepped out of the store and stretched her aching muscles, unable to suppress a groan as she felt her joints creak. She had been stuck in that communications tent for the past two hours, receiving reports from Masters Yoda and Windu. Receiving reports from the first and second Masters of the Jedi Order could be an intimidating task... rather when it comes to Windu and it wasn't something she wanted to be in again in the near future.
She needed to get out of that tent and breathe fresh air. Whether the air there was fresh or not was a matter of debate, though. Her friend and former master, Quinlan Vos, had said it better than anyone. Felucia was a burning death trap. The temperature during the day ranged between sixty and eighty degrees, except during the night cycle or sudden strong storms, in which it was known that it could drop to minus ten.
Her choice of outfit was perfect for this setting. At the time she had chosen to wear a pair of tight leather pants, a cut-leather vest that exposed her arms and stomach, and a pair of dark knee-high boots. But even with this outfit it was still hot, and she was usually covered in sweat from her efforts before the day was over, she certainly didn't envy her clone troopers, boiling inside those combat suits.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them to see the torrent of activity unfolding around her.
The base was being dismantled and packaged. And her army was on the move.
Clone troopers were being loaded inside the All-Terrain Open Transports, AT-OTs, and the four-legged All-Terrain Tactical Enforcers, or AT-TEs. Overall, they were sticking to schedule and the 327th Stellar Corps would be ready to move forward within an hour.
The 327th Star Corps was the division she had been in command of for the past year, and they had fought many battles side by side. She had come to respect the clones of the division for their combat prowess, and she knew that they deeply respected her for having gotten them out of predicaments where they would have died. The division's clone commander, Bly, was the first to tell him after their first mission together.
But now, originally the mission was to capture Shu Mai, the high-ranking Separatist leader, but that quickly changed a few days after her arrival on the planet. They had saved a fellow Jedi Knight, Barriss Offee, who had been reassigned once again to serve with the Republic troops after months of rehabilitation by order of the Jedi Council and she had reported that not only had Shu Mai left the planet, but she had also planned to poison Felucia's water supply.
Reports suggested that since the departure of the Separatist leaders, the enemy force on the planet was reduced to a few thousand battle droids and mercenaries. For all intents and purposes, it seemed that the separatists had almost completely abandoned this planet, leaving behind an expendable symbolic force to make it look like they were trying to defend it.
"Ma'am," she turned to see her friend and confidant standing, standing firmly, right behind her. Bly was their clone commander, the second-in-command of the 327th. He had watched her back since she had been assigned as his superior, and the two had become close friends over the time they had spent together. Bly was fully clad in his armor, once pristine white with yellow trim now chipped and scorched by combat. "The division is ready to move out. All we are waiting for is your order."
She nodded, "Very well, Commander. Tell the Division they can move forward."
"Yes, General," the commander replied, before bowing slightly after a moment. "Are you alright?, The old scruffs didn't give him any problems, did they?"
She smiled at his statement. Bly had become quite protective of her throughout the time that the clone war had lasted, force, half the corps had become somewhat overprotecting of her, also more direct and honest than they thought
"Our offer is still open," Bly whispered in an almost conspiratorial tone.
Aayla laughed at that. The offer was to break into the Jedi Temple, stun the entire High Council, and hang them by their feet at the entrance to the Senate. "Tempting, but no." Although she also knew that it was partly because the opinion about the council members had fallen due to various decisions they made, Aayla didn't blame them, she felt the same way about some situations like Ahsoka Tano's trial.
The commander shrugged, "It's still open."
She sighed before changing the subject. "Has Barriss moved out yet?"
"About ten minutes ago, General," Bly replied, though his voice changing, not that Aayla could blame him, all the clones knew what Barris had done a year ago and now they distrusted her. "Don't worry, she's in good hands"
"Of course she's in good hands, Galle is with her," Aayla replied easily understanding what Bly really meant, turning around to look at the thick alien jungle in front of her because the feeling that had started during the night still lingered, and Aayla couldn't ignore it.
Aayla had sensed a subtle, but very strange disturbance in the Force, even now as the sun lit up the jungle and the heat began to make itself felt, the disturbance was still present, like a shadow that refused to fade.
Aayla struggled to focus, diving deep into the Force to better understand what was happening. However, every time she tried to examine the source of that strange sensation, she was met with a barrier of confusion. The Force didn't respond as it used to. Instead of clarity and understanding, she found only a vortex of energy that seemed to slip through her fingers, evading her search.
"What's going on?" she muttered to herself.
"Aayla?" asked Bly, but recognizing his general's gaze at the forest, it was something Jedi, but he also looked in the same direction, only to see that different birds were flying away in different directions. "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer, the disturbance was like an unsolvable puzzle, which couldn't be deciphered.
The Force, which used to be the Jedi's guide and source of balance, had been somewhat elusive since a few years ago, but now it seemed to be challenging her perception and understanding. She felt a distortion, agitation, like an irregularity in the natural flow of the Force and in the world she was in, but at the same time it felt like something completely natural, that must be there, like the storms of the jungle, the sand of a desert or a beach, the earth on the ground, the air in the sky, the water of a river or in the sea.
Each attempt to delve into the Force only revealed more confusion.
Aayla opened her eyes, frustrated but determined. She knew that disturbance was not trivial. The Force, in its natural state, didn't usually behave so erratically or strangely without a meaningful reason. Although under normal circumstances the disturbance in the Force was an indication that the balance was being challenged, now the contradiction she felt was beyond her comprehension, she could understand what was occurring, but her intuition told her that something important was at stake.
So with a mixture of worry and determination, Aayla decided it was time to find out what it was...
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