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The Republic needs her champions. Now, more than ever
The words of the Chancellor rung still across the narrow streets of Centax, though they were spoken years ago, this day. They were true, though masked by layers of lies meant to convince. But the Jedi, first among all defenders of the Republic, were no foreigners to injustice and schemes and betrayal. Though driven into exile by the very Chancellor who later reconciliated them. Whether in regret, or finally released of the Eternal Throne's shackles, the dark tides around the Republic remained an ever greater existential threat.
And the Jedi, were there to aid once again.
By 29 ATC, much of the Core had changed. Of all, Centax-One had done so the most... Once a bright light of the Republic, and the very fountain of Time for the Galactic Calendar, Centax carried deep marks of the glooming era of war, all the way back to the Sacking of Coruscant and the bombardment endured across the system. While Coruscant and Centax-Two recovered, however, gradually regaining a false sense of normality from what it once was, Centax-One was met with a much darker fate...
Many districts that were levelled by the bombardments became habzones for refugees from surrounding star systems an runaways from the conflict and the crime syndicates who flourished the more the Republic struggled. After the Republic defeat in the hands of the Eternal Empire, these districts had became massive slums, unstable and dreadful to delve into, as time progressed, degrading further the already troubled society of the moon.
The solution to this crisis, or at least what was presented as such, was the Resettlement Initiative. Born in Coruscant, the RI aimed to diffuse the Core Worlds while increasing civilian presence and, to an extend, industrial activity, on war-torn worlds of the Colonies and Expansion Regions, significantly depopulation due to the events that led to the Third Galactic War. For Centax, however, this was more than simply a civic project... The more the people travelled off-world, the more the local authorities pierced into the miasmatic districts, eventually tearing down entire habzones and erecting modern, much larger structures in their stead. Many found work in these regions, with even more praizing the Chancellor for the sudden change in local economy.
But that, was barely the surface of it all...
Deep in the undersections of the Habzone Districts, poverty and crime flourished, with smuggling, spice trade, and piracy becoming an inexchangeable part of daily life, while the new sections being constructed quickly becoming "off limits" for the common folk, designated as "State Property".
In such a dire place, the Jedi found themselves once again performing the oldest of duties: Serving the weak.
Weak in flesh, for the provisions of the moon never reached the overpopulation demands, and yet the Jedi, those few who remained, ran multiple posts around the temple grounds, in which they provided food rations to those in need.
Weak in muscle, for the crime syndicates had become the de-facto governing powers across the undersections, with those few Jedi the only hope of limiting the extend of the underworld's tendrils, as the Republic Army had been drained of troops due to the needs of the frontiers. It was the Jedi, where the common folk reached out for aid... And though few, barely a handful, the guardians of the Republic yet again answered the call.
Centax One,
Coruscant System
The temple was quiet, that day. For months, most of the halls and chambers had been converted to makeshift a hospital, as disease went rampant across Habzone-6, in Ilura District. But after long days and efforts from doctors, healers and the few Jedi that resided on Centax One, the outbreak was finally contained. For some, among the Jedi, to see the halls emptied of the beds and ranches and clinics, after so long created a strange hollow feeling, as if something was stripped from where it belonged. To others, the absence offered a sense of normality returning to the temple.
It was Centaxday 6th, of the 6th Standard Month. A black day for the Republic as a whole, for it was the day the system befell the wrath of the Sith, and the beginning of the Sacking of Coruscant. For Centax, being the one that faced the most extensive bombardments among the moons of Coruscant, it was a day of sorrow. Once, it was a holiday for the moon.
The glooming feeling was heaviest to the Jedi Enclave. Deep in the temple, there was a large circular chamber in which the order, upon its return to Centax, erected a monument to all the fallen brethren of that cursed day. A metal tree who's branches reached ten meters in height, embracing the ceilings, built of the lightsabers of the fallen, welded into a single form. The kyber of the lightsabers, each day of remembrance, was said to bloom in light, turning the grim monument into a bright flourishing amalgamation of colour and life, as if the crystals themselves willed to remind the living that the dead had not forgotten.
