Pamarthe, The Crucible, circa. 14 BBY.
Molten copra simmered over blue flame, as Seonac sifted through the workshop shelves for the oxidyl and smeltbrushes. Finding them, he returned to the workbench.
It felt unreal, the helmet in front of him. To hear Vos tell it, Ventress had turned out all right, in the end. Seonac chose to be comforted by that. He felt the weight of his old mentor's blade in its concealed sheath. Carryk's sacrifice wasn't honoured by hating her. And he had long ago made peace with his own injuries.
Besides, he needed a disguise before heading off world and resources were low until someone got to Telerath.
Still. Seonac felt the need to put his and Carryck's mark on the helmet. He sat, closed his eyes, and found in memory the old librarian's leather tabards and their intricate patterns; circuits and storm swirls. He began.
Reclamation is part of Postcards From Pamarthe, a series of art and micro-story postcards created to mark the launch of The Last Edge fan project ahead of Star Wars Celebration Europe in 2023.
Image credit: J.P. Mayner
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Postcards From Pamarthe
FanfictionPostcards From Pamarthe is a six-part microfiction and art series created to mark the launch of The Last Edge, a creative writing, music, art and cosplay fan project set in the Star Wars universe. Each story captures a small moment from seven decad...