The Jedi Temple had been built a very long time ago—so long, in fact, that even the most educated historians struggled to determine its true age. According to the most widely accepted records, construction had begun more than four thousand years earlier, long before the Republic had taken its current form. To **Ahsoka Tano**, that span of time felt almost impossible to imagine. Entire civilizations rose and fell in less time than that.
Legends claimed the Temple had been erected by four Jedi—two Guardians and two Consulars—who had discovered the convergence of a powerful Force nexus beneath the site. According to the stories, the four masters had chosen the location because it rested atop the highest natural mountain on the entire planet. Over centuries the Temple grew, layer by layer, until it became the heart of the Jedi Order.
Ahsoka had heard the story countless times.
She didn't entirely believe it.
*Four Jedi built this?* she thought skeptically. *No way.*
The scale of the structure was simply too vast. Even now, as the transport shuttle descended toward one of the outer hangars, she could see the towering spires stretching into the sky like the points of some colossal crown.
The Temple dominated the skyline of **Coruscant**.
That alone was an incredible achievement.
Coruscant was a world where buildings reached kilometers into the sky, where entire districts were stacked atop one another in layers of durasteel and transparisteel. Over thousands of years the planet's natural surface had disappeared completely beneath the endless expansion of the galactic capital. Mountains, rivers, forests—everything had been buried under the ever-growing city.
Everything except one place.
The Jedi Temple.
Beneath the central spire still rested the peak of the ancient mountain upon which the Temple had been built. Its original name had long since been forgotten, lost to the depths of time, but the peak remained there, buried deep within the structure's foundations like the root of a massive tree.
The five towers of the Temple rose proudly above the surrounding city, each reaching more than a kilometer into the sky. Even the tallest nearby skyscrapers barely reached the base of those elegant spires.
To the Jedi, this place was more than a building.
It was home.
Every Jedi had walked these halls as a child. Every Jedi had trained, studied, meditated, and grown within these walls. No matter how far they traveled across the galaxy—no matter how many wars they fought or worlds they visited—they always returned here eventually.
The shuttle settled gently onto the landing pad of one of the Temple's outer hangars.
A soft hiss echoed as the ramp lowered.
Beside **Dagon Marek**, Ahsoka stretched slightly as she stepped onto the polished floor.
The hangar itself was large but not enormous by Coruscant standards. Rows of sleek transport shuttles lined the outer walls, while several Jedi starfighters sat quietly on their maintenance platforms. The elegant triangular shapes of **Delta-7 starfighters** gleamed beneath the bright overhead lights.
Yet something new had appeared since the last time Ahsoka had visited.
Rows of **Clone V-19 Torrent starfighters** stood along one side of the hangar, their wings folded upward like the fins of predatory fish. Nearby, several bulky **LAAT gunships** rested on reinforced platforms.
The war had reached the Temple.
Dagon noticed the change immediately.
"Looks like the Republic's turning the Temple into a forward operating base," he muttered.
Ahsoka frowned slightly.
"It feels… strange," she admitted.
"War does that."
They moved toward the main corridor leading into the Temple's interior. The moment they stepped through the archway, the familiar quiet of the Temple enveloped them. The distant hum of Coruscant traffic faded behind thick walls of stone and metal.
Ahead of them the corridor branched into several directions.
But they had barely taken a few steps when three figures appeared from another hallway.
Dagon slowed.
"…They seem familiar," he murmured.
Before he could react further, the first woman moved with startling speed.
She was Zeltron—her skin a warm shade of rose-pink, her crimson hair flowing freely over her shoulders. A bright smile lit her face as she rushed forward.
Then her lips were suddenly on his.
Dagon froze.
His brain stopped working.
For several seconds he simply stood there, stunned beyond comprehension.
When she finally stepped back, he blinked slowly, still trying to understand what had just happened.
"Kayla?" he said in disbelief.
But he didn't even have time to process that revelation.
Because the second woman stepped forward.
Blue skin.
White hair.
Pantoran.
Before he could say anything, **Flare** leaned forward and kissed him as well.
Ahsoka's eyes widened.
Her face turned bright red.
"What—?!"
Dagon looked like someone had just hit him with a concussion grenade.
"I—what—why—?"
Then the third woman approached.
Human.
Dark hair.
Familiar eyes.
**Stella.**
She paused only long enough to smile warmly at him before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Now Dagon simply stood there in complete shock.
Three women surrounded him.
All smiling.
All extremely attractive.
And all looking at him with unmistakable affection.
Several Jedi walking through the corridor had stopped entirely.
A pair of Padawans stared openly.
One older knight coughed awkwardly and pretended to examine a wall carving.
Dagon slowly raised his hands in surrender.
"…Okay," he said. "Someone explain what just happened."
Kayla laughed brightly.
"We finally found you!"
Flare crossed her arms with a teasing smile.
"Took longer than expected."
Stella nodded calmly.
"The Force guided us."
Dagon blinked.
"…The Force did what?"
Ahsoka stood nearby with her arms folded tightly.
Her cheeks were still red.
Very red.
Kayla stepped closer, her Zeltron empathic senses clearly picking up the swirling emotions around them.
"You saved us," she said softly.
Flare nodded.
"You gave us a chance to live."
"And the Force connected us," Stella added quietly.
Dagon rubbed his forehead.
"I rescued you from war fatigue. That's not exactly destiny."
Kayla shook her head firmly.
"You don't understand. After that day… we could feel something."
"A connection," Flare said.
Stella looked directly into his eyes.
"A bond."
Ahsoka shifted uncomfortably.
"What kind of bond?" she asked.
The three women glanced at one another.
Kayla answered first.
"The Force."
Flare nodded.
"We felt it grow stronger."
"And it led us here," Stella finished.
Dagon stared at them.
"…You're telling me the Force sent you here to kiss me?"
Flare smirked.
"That part was our idea."
A nearby group of younglings giggled loudly.
Dagon groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
"This is going to ruin my reputation."
Kayla laughed.
"I think it might improve it."
Several Jedi knights walking past looked at him with expressions ranging from amusement to disbelief.
One whispered quietly to another:
"Is that General Marek?"
"Apparently."
"And those are…?"
"I have no idea."
Ahsoka's arms tightened further.
Dagon noticed immediately.
He gently rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Relax, Dust."
She muttered something under her breath.
Kayla tilted her head curiously.
"Is she always this protective?"
"Yes," Dagon said quickly.
"No!" Ahsoka snapped.
The group continued deeper into the Temple corridors.
The architecture gradually changed as they moved inward.
Although much of the Temple was built from sandy-brown stone, subtle variations existed everywhere. No corridor looked exactly the same. Some were accented with deep reds, others with cool blues or soft green patterns carved into the walls.
The design avoided monotony completely.
Each hallway had its own atmosphere.
Eventually they reached the outer corridors of the Temple's inner sanctum.
Here the difference became even more dramatic.
Massive arched windows lined the walls, allowing sunlight to pour through stained glass panels depicting ancient Jedi victories and historical moments. The light scattered across the floors in vibrant colors.
Statues stood at intervals along the corridor.
Ancient Jedi masters.
Legendary heroes.
Moments frozen in stone.
Plaques beneath many of the statues displayed passages from the **Jedi Code**.
Silence.
Reflection.
History.
Even the air itself seemed calmer here.
"Beautiful," Stella whispered.
Kayla nodded.
"I can feel the Force everywhere."
Flare smirked.
"Better than pirate ships."
They eventually entered the inner chamber where a small green figure waited quietly.
**Yoda** stood with his hands folded behind his back.
His ears twitched slightly as the group approached.
"Returned, you have," he said calmly.
Dagon bowed respectfully.
"Master Yoda."
The ancient Jedi studied the group carefully.
His eyes lingered on the three young women.
"Hmmm."
Ahsoka shifted nervously.
"Something wrong, Master?"
Yoda closed his eyes briefly.
The Force flowed around them like a gentle current.
"Strange… this is," he murmured.
Dagon frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Yoda opened his eyes again.
"Strong… the bonds between you are."
He looked directly at Dagon.
"Not only with your Padawan."
Then he turned his gaze toward Kayla, Flare, and Stella.
"But with these three as well."
Dagon blinked.
"…Wait."
Yoda tapped his cane gently against the floor.
"Rare, such connections are. But impossible, they are not."
"The Force has woven your paths together."
Ahsoka looked surprised.
"You mean… we're all connected?"
Yoda nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Dagon sighed.
"Well… that explains a few things."
The old master chuckled softly.
"Hmm. A High General you are now, young Marek."
"Responsibility, you carry."
He glanced at the three knights again.
"Together, remain you should."
Kayla smiled.
Flare grinned.
Stella simply bowed.
"We agree."
Dagon looked at them.
"…I guess that settles it."
Yoda nodded.
"Interesting times ahead, they will be."
And somewhere deep within the Force…
The threads connecting them all tightened.