Setting: Kamino, Tython, Holonet Assembly Broadcast |
Date:24 BBY
The screen lit up with emerald mist and a silhouette that stood draped in flowing red-black robes. Her voice echoed through the communicator—measured, curious, commanding.
"Cain Tython."
Mother Talzin's presence on the holopad filled the sanctum with a cold, crackling pressure. Her tone was sharp, but not hostile.
Cain stood centered in the stone chamber, flanked by his advisors—Fay, Plo, and Bo-Katan leaning casually against a column nearby.
"You summoned me," Talzin said. "What do you wish to show me?"
Cain gestured to the large circular holotable beside him.
It activated.
Maul appeared—submerged in a regeneration pod on Kamino, his newly structured cybernetic legs bathed in surgical energy. His mind sedated, his body healing, the ysalamiri cells creating a controlled Force-neutral field so his psychological trauma would not destroy his body again.
Cain looked to Talzin.
"This is your son. Or whatever he became to you.
He will live.
But not as a weapon."
Talzin watched. Her expression betrayed nothing. But her fingers slowly clenched. Her silence was a war of restraint.
Cain continued. "You will be welcomed on Tython. You. And the matriarch of the Singing Mountain Clan. We wish to begin this alliance in person."
Talzin inclined her head. "We will come."
And the mist fell into silence.
Moments later, Cain received a ping on his secured comm-line. Kaminoan voice patterns filtered through.
"Commander Cain," said the head researcher, a soft, hollow voice. "The ysalamiri samples have yielded stable fields. With your permission, we have begun neural treatments using the passive Force-null zones to aid in recovery."
Cain nodded. "And the other scientists?"
"Some are hesitant to leave Kamino," the voice admitted. "But many… are hopeful. The blending of your Force healing with our accelerated biology protocols… We believe we may revolutionize medical treatment. Ethically, of course."
The Kaminoan forgot herself and sounded almost… excited.
Cain smiled faintly. "Ethics first. Always."
"Of course," she echoed quickly, clearing her throat. "My apologies."
Cain chuckled softly and cut the transmission.
Bo-Katan approached from the western entrance, helmet in hand.
Cain turned to her. "Thank you. That errand meant a lot."
Bo smirked. "She's in the medbay now. Full diagnostics. Little rougher around the edges, but she's stronger than most of us."
Cain gave her a rare smile. "Then go."
Bo tapped his shoulder with her gauntlet and turned, disappearing down the hallway.
Cain turned to Plo Koon and Fay, who waited by the temple window overlooking the arrival port.
"It's time."
One hour later, the holotransmitters across Tython, Outer Rim relay beacons, and encrypted channels in the Inner Core flickered to life.
Cain stood atop the Sanctuary Amphitheater, wind pulling his white robe and silver shoulder clasp. Behind him stood his allies—Seris, Barriss, Serra, Derran, Bo-Katan, and a row of Jedi and Mandalorians who stood not as symbols, but as proof that the galaxy was changing.
Cain stepped forward.
"My name is Cain.
And I speak on behalf of something new. Something better."
He gestured to the open crowd and the massive screens broadcasting live.
"You all know him. You've heard his story—Anakin Skywalker.
Born in chains. Raised in pain. Freed by Qui-Gon Jinn,
but denied a path by the Jedi Council because of his age.
That is the Jedi Order we knew."
The camera zoomed on Anakin, standing quietly.
Cain's voice hardened.
"They feared his attachments.
His emotions.
His dreams.
They told him to sever all ties.
To abandon his mother.
To forget love."
Cain turned to the side.
"We will never do that again."
A soft sound—footsteps behind the stage.
A woman stepped out, her clothing humble, her expression shocked—but radiant with emotion.
Shmi Skywalker.
Anakin saw her—and ran.
Tears burst from both as they embraced—mother and son, reunited.
Anakin clung to her, eyes shut, lips trembling.
Cain turned to the crowd again.
"This is the new way.
Jedi may love.
They may build families.
We will not train children taken from their parents.
We will not demand you break your soul to serve the Force."
Cain ignited his golden lightsaber, the black hue coiling around the light like shadow and dawn entwined.
Other Jedi followed.
One by one—sabers lit. Blue. Green. Violet. Gold.
Then the Mandalorians across the perimeter raised their fists—
Pounding their chestplates in unison.
"No more chains! No more chains!"
The chant rose with thunder.
Jedi. Mandalorians. Senators. Refugees.
Old and new, crying together, chanting into history.
"No more chains!"
Cain raised his saber higher.
And whispered to the wind:
"Let the stars remember this day."
Codex Entry 025 – Unity
The past was cold.
The future was a wound.
But today… today we chose fire.
And from it, something whole was born.