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Wind swept through the skyscraping mountains of the fortress world of Tython, the original homeworld of the Jedi Order. Fate had now brought the Order back to this planet, tucked safely into the Deep Core arm of the star system. Away from the unpredictable Sith Empire and to a lesser extent, the Galactic Republic who had placed the blame of losing the war squarely on the Jedi’s shoulders. Tython was a fresh start in some ways for the Order, a real chance to recover and prosper. The new Jedi temple stood tall in the Tythos Ridge mountain range, sturdily built with proper defenses installed around it. The Temple was bustling with activity, as it was most days.

The entire world seemed to pulsate with the Force, stronger in some areas than others. At the moment the planet was at peace, ever since the Order had returned the world seemed serene. The immense Force storms and groundquakes which rocked the planet to its roots were silent. The oceans rocked gently and the forests echoed with the natural sound of animals. The Masters’ Retreat sat northwest of the Jedi temple, perched above a lake filled with ancient, sunken ruins of the old Order. A getaway of sorts for the master Jedi to relax and discuss issues pertaining to the order in peace. 

Kyla stood perched on the left hangar of the retreat. Her arms rested on the rails as she gazed at the mountains, deciding which one she would try to scale next. Her robes and hair flowed gently in the breeze, a tightly knotted ponytail swept over her shoulder. A rare smile was on her face, albeit only a slight one. Birds chirped and danced in the air above her, as fish darted and dived in the waters below her. She could spend hours out here, in nature simply observing all of its beauty. But she had duties to attend to, Grandmaster Shan had left for Dxun a few days ago, leaving Kyla and the rest of the council running the day to day operations on Tython.

As the battlemaster turned to head inside the retreat she paused in stride, blinking slowly as she felt a strange sensation in the Force. She swirled herself rapidly around, eyes cast to the sky. As her pupils swept across the deep blue skyline, her gaze stuck on what she had sensed. A falling object, rapidly descending as it tore through orbit and rocketed through scattered clouds. It was small and left a fuming trail of smoke as it fell downwards. It clearly not a meteorite, those occasionally landed on the world but tore apart as they went through the atmosphere. This entity stayed in one piece as it drew closer and closer to smashing on the surface of the new Jedi homeworld. It was a starfighter, of which origin she did not know. 

Birds screeched and a shiver crept its way through Kyla’s bones as the falling vessel disappeared behind the massive snowcapped mountains in the horizon. Her eyes went wide as the planet itself shook ever so slightly, confirming the disturbance. Not a powerful quake but one that told the Jedi all she needed to know. She suspected whoever crashed in the Rift had done so on purpose. Which brought up plenty of disturbing questions to the now highly concerned battlemaster. 

[i]Could it be the Sith?[/i] 

There was no chance it was. They had no knowledge of Tython’s hyperspace coordinates, even then the planet was a fortress world. Even the Sith weren’t idiotic enough to send one of their own fighters careening through orbit in a scenario where they found Tython. All Kyla knew was that the other Jedi must have seen it, they had placed sensors all across the planet, especially along the Rift.  None of the Order was allowed in that jagged tear in the ground without permission from the council. The canyon echoed with mystery and danger, the Force especially vibrated around the area. The one time she decided to explore it herself the Force seemed to go haywire with an increasingly disturbing feeling the further she went down in it. 

Kyla climbed onto her speeder bike, slammed her foot down on the ignition then launched herself away from the Master’s retreat. Her expression scrunching in focus as she rocketed towards the Temple, zooming through the plains with intent.