Endless

Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow. Well, that is not entirely true; there was one person that was totally caught off guard by what happened: The Grand Master of the Jedi, Luke Skywalker. For all his insight into the Force, for all his power, for all his wisdom, he still died with a look of shock on his face when it happened. He was utterly unprepared to the attack, having no time to prepare a defense.

His wife Mara fought harder, pulling down power dark and terrible. She alone was responsible for the destruction of a legion of Killiks. Unfortunately, even if every Jedi alive destroyed a legion of Killik’s, there would not be enough Jedi to destroy them all. One even has to wonder if at the height of the Old Republic there would have been enough Jedi to destroy the entire Killik race a legion at a time.

After all, the Swarm is endless.

JacenTaat turned to his hive-siblings, clicking low in his throat. The Jacen part of him did not like what he had to do, but the Taat aspect reveled in the destruction of the Jedi. After all, UnuThul has demanded the Jedi be brought to kneel due to their sacrilegious attacks against the Swarm.

UnuThul’s outrage at what the Jedi did at Utegetu Nebula is palatable, his will iron, his demand simple: all Jedi must join, or die.

One by one, and two by two, Jedi are cut down. Each is given the choice. Master, Knight, Padawan. It makes no difference to JacenTaat or his hive siblings. JacenTaat feels both shame and glee with each slice of his blade as every Jedi on Ossus faces the choice. As each Jedi faces a Joiner’s blade.

JacenTaat thinks back over what happened in the Council Chambers. He both revels and is horrified by the demands he made of the Jedi Council. His demands that the Jedi need to spend more time in Killik nests so that they can understand the Killiks. He remembers declaring that the Swarm represents the best chance at peace for the galaxy. When his uncle told him that he believed otherwise, JacenTaat ignited his lightsaber and cut him down.

He did so quickly, efficiently, without hesitation or mercy. Such is the will of UnuThul.

JacenTaat smiles as he feels the warm acceptance and righteousness from his hive-siblings and UnuThul.

He sits upon the chair that was his uncle’s, and issues the recall signal to the entire Order. He is bringing them home, for it is time for every Jedi to choose and act. And if a few Killiks or joiners die in the process, it does not matter.

After all, the Swarm is endless.