Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Memorial

I finished some documents as Zart came in, all dressed up in his formal wear. "Mir... Ahem, I mean, Master?" He awkwardly tried to bow or something.

I giggled softly at his clumsiness and awkwardness of my friend. "You don't know to bow or anything." I gently grabbed his arm and assisted him in standing back up. "What do you need?"

"There is something special waiting outside for you." He smiled softly and kissed my cheek, taking my arm as he lead me towards the main gate.

"Something?" I looked up at him confused. The construction of the temple was nearly complete, a few final details of the exterior. I saw some of the volunteers race by us, carrying blankets and pillows for the beds, or training clothes and other necessities that many had helped create or sew.

One man tripped and spilled his pile of towels everywhere, as Z and I stopped to help him. "Hey, it is alright. I can help." I used the force and gently lifted up a few that were unfolded. I held them up to me and took one at a time and folded them back up to help him.

I put the stack into the man's arms once they were all folded and ready. "Be careful now." I smiled softly and watched him go. We walked crazed halls, walking as we watched the many colors become a blur, everything we passed spare for ourselves.

I heard nothing but the soft humming of the footsteps and that the force offered. I looked up at him, to see his long hair falling into his face. His cheeks and chin were lines with prickles that would most likely grow out to be a beard.

I gently reached up to touch the cactus of the face. "You like it, huh?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking at me.

"The beard?" I poked his cheek playfully. While I did have to be a role model for the future Jedi, it was still ok if I could have moments of weakness and playfulness.

He chuckled softly. "I suppose so. It is interesting to have one, since I always used to shave after I started growing one. Are you sure it it ok to grow one?"

"I know it is alright with me." A new voice arrived as we saw Aslan come clear in the blurriness of the world. My old master smiled softly as he stood in front of us.

I took my arm off of Z's nervously. I knew my master would be happy with what I chose to do with the Harmonian Jedi's teachings, but I also knew he was still a little conservative about the old teachings.

"It is alright. You don't need to stop your freedom and wishes." He chuckled softly. "Love makes you stronger. Not the other way around. The Jedi believed it would be best to close us off of connections, as every emotion weakens us. But not only are the Jedi of the old right, they were also wrong. Our attachments also strengthen us."

My master put a hand on my shoulder, and gently squeezed it. "It is a new era, full of new Jedi to be, and a new place to call home. It is something that is powerful to do. You influence not only this generation, but the many generations that are to come. I believe that you are right to do so, as you are supporting both the ideologies of the Jedi and of the Harmonians, and joining them into something that will last an eternity. And history itself." He motioned besides him, as we turned to see we were standing next to the mural of Harmonian history that Achi had requested to have built in the temple similar to the one in the castle.

I looked at it, seeing the final pieces of the stained glass art that was on the wall, lit by the windows behind it.

It was one of the most beautiful things of the temple.

I smiled softly as Zart smiled at it, in awe at the beauty. We had seen it nowhere near complete.

It glimmered and shined, the colors glowing brightly, the shadows blocking few as they moved past.

"It is quite beautiful Master Monjarby." I whispered softly as I held back tears in my eyes.

"Indeed, it is. Every piece of glass represent one of the many parts of the history of Harmonia, and each one a year."

"And it's not the only important piece of Harmonian history that we have here." Z took my arm and lead me away, moving towards the main entrance that we had been heading for.

I saw a soft gleam of white, and looked up at the sparkling white rock, a statue worthy of being in the front of the Jedi temple.

I gasped and teared up softly. Before us stood a statue of our friend who had passed to be one with the Force.

Gor.

I knew that we had planned to add one, but I did not expect it to be done so soon, or so beautifully.

Z looked at me with tears, of both sad tears and tears of joy.

I hugged him tightly, and buried my face into his arms and hugged tightly. I had not expected this surprise. Not any time soon.

And it was just in time for the opening of the Jedi temple.

As I looked up at the sky, I saw a few ships from a select locations that I knew, and several of others that I did not recognize fly towards the landing dock.