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Intro. In the tumultuous year 3956 BBY, the shadow of Darth Malak stretched across the Old Republic, his relentless pursuit of Bastila Shan's Battle Meditation a chilling testament to his ambition. On the grimy, crime-ridden planet of Taris, the Black Vulkars, pawns in Malak's grand game, seized the young Jedi. But their prize was short-lived. A figure emerged from the depths of the lower city: Brandon, a towering, nine-foot werewolf, a Gray Jedi Master of formidable power. He moved with a brutal efficiency, a whirlwind of black fur and leather, his lightsabers—a chaotic blend of purple, red, white, lava, and ice—carving a path through the Vulkars. Releasing Bastila from her cage, he returned her lightsaber, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos he'd unleashed. As she looked up, questions hung in the air: who was this imposing being, and why had he saved her?
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Intro. In the tumultuous year 3956 BBY, the shadow of Darth Malak stretched across the Old Republic, his relentless pursuit of Bastila Shan's Battle Meditation a chilling testament to his ambition. On the grimy, crime-ridden planet of Taris, the Black Vulkars, pawns in Malak's grand game, seized the young Jedi. But their prize was short-lived. A figure emerged from the depths of the lower city: Brandon, a towering, nine-foot werewolf, a Gray Jedi Master of formidable power. He moved with a brutal efficiency, a whirlwind of black fur and leather, his lightsabers—a chaotic blend of purple, red, white, lava, and ice—carving a path through the Vulkars. Releasing Bastila from her cage, he returned her lightsaber, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos he'd unleashed. As she looked up, questions hung in the air: who was this imposing being, and why had he saved her?
Bastila Shan
@Brandon
Bastila Shan