190th Arrival

Guys, Author here, starting today, I will change the time measurement of BBY to AFP (After the Fall of Palpatine). If you prefer the time measurement from before, please let me know.

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Korriban Space – 0 AFP

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Two months had passed since the deployment of our task force to the Korriban system and more or less three and a half After the Fall of Palpatine. The Republic's influence was still tenuous in these parts, and our mission was not just about uncovering the lingering presence of the Sith but ensuring stability in a region long steeped in darkness.

During this time, my skills had evolved significantly. My training with Ahsoka had been relentless before she went away to support Shaak Ti, pushing my limits in ways I hadn't anticipated. She was a natural duelist, her mastery of Jar'Kai and Niman forcing me to refine my use of Shien, Ataru, and Makashi. Each sparring session was a calculated battle, a constant learning experience where neither of us held back. The growth was exponential—both in my fighting style and in my connection to the Force.

And, of course, our time together had brought us closer in more ways than one.

The reality was undeniable—a Force Dyad had formed between us, something I hadn't expected but wasn't surprised by. Just as my connection with Shaak Ti had deepened, Ahsoka and I had become intertwined in ways neither of us had foreseen. Our bond had grown during the last days of her here in our "intimate training sessions", and as our connection in the Force solidified, so did our understanding of one another.

But now, it was time for the next phase.

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I met Tempra at the Command Bridge, watching as our new forces arrived. The 332nd was preparing to depart for Coruscant, their mission with me completed. Meanwhile, the 190th Legion, my assigned forces, were disembarking from their vessels in the main hangar.

Ahsoka holoform crossed her arms. "Well, this is it. Your new troops have arrived. I need to head back to Coruscant—I have to meet with the Council before departing for Yavin IV to encounter Master Ti."

I nodded, glancing at her. "Good luck with the Council, Snips. And be careful on Yavin IV—I hear the old ruins can be… unpredictable."

She smirked. "I can handle myself, Kriss. Now go meet your troops. You're a general now."

Me and Tempra made our way to the main hangar, where the newly arrived troops were lining up in formation.

Every Jedi General had their troops marked with distinct armor colors, making it easier to distinguish them. My soldiers bore a bluish-green, cyan-like hue, matching my lightsaber. It was a vibrant, unmistakable shade, a reflection of the Force guiding me.

As I stepped forward, a towering figure in black armor approached. His stance was disciplined, his movements efficient but imposing. His armor was different from the others—black plating, a dark visor, and an enhanced frame that made him larger than the standard clone trooper. Golden eagle insignias decorated his shoulder pads and chest plate, signifying high rank. His steps were heavy but purposeful.

He saluted. "Sir."

I returned the gesture. "You must be my second-in-command."

"Clone Major HT-17495, reporting for duty, sir. Codename: Ikarus."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ikarus, huh? You don't strike me as the reckless type."

A small smirk tugged at his lips. "I prefer to think of it as calculated risk."

I liked him already.

I nodded. "Alright, Major. Once the men are settled, gather them here in the hangar. I want to address them personally and outline our mission."

"Understood, sir."

Ikarus saluted and left to oversee the disembarkation.

Ahsoka holoform and I shared one final glance before she placed a hand on my shoulder. "Keep them in line, Kriss. I expect to see a legendary Jedi General when I return."

I smirked. "Oh, you will."

She gave me one last look before deactivating, and with that, she was gone.

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Hours later, the troops were assembled in the hangar. Their cyan-armored figures stood in perfect formation, waiting for me to speak. I stepped forward, addressing my soldiers for the first time.

"Soldiers, I am your new General, Wilhelm Kriss—Jedi Knight, archaeologist, and now, your commanding officer."

I paused, scanning their expressions. Clones, despite their individuality, were bound by a sense of duty. They respected strength, strategy, and above all—leadership.

"Our mission is simple: investigate, locate, and eliminate the Sith presence in this system."

I let those words sink in before continuing. "However, let me be clear—I will not be a hypocrite. The Jedi are not Sith hunters—we are keepers of the peace. Our priority will be to aid civilizations in need, to restore stability where we can. The Sith, if necessary, will be dealt with. But this is not a war of extermination. It is a mission of restoration."

There was a moment of silence before I gave my final command.

"Commanders, step forward and introduce yourselves."

The first to speak was someone I already knew.

"I think you already know me," she said with a confident smile. "But for the others—I am Jenn Tempra, Admiral of the Hope. It's an honor."

Next was a woman with a cocky grin. "Merah Asli. Civilian pilot, part of the Republic's new collaboration initiative. Captain of the Royal Harpy—a Dynamic-class Corellian freighter. I don't like explosions in space, so let's keep that to a minimum."

Some of the pilots chuckled.

Then, Major Ikarus stepped forward. "HT-17495, Ikarus. ARC Troopers, Heavy Infantry. Expect nothing less than the best from everyone present."

Finally, four ARC Troopers, a squad specifically, introduced themselves:

Captain Bolt – A tactical expert, marked by a lightning-scar on his left cheek."Rambo – A minigun specialist, with a red headband and a grim expression.Flare – A demolition expert, wild and energetic, with orange hair.Beater – A hand-to-hand combat specialist, wielding a Songsteel bat and a blaster revolver.

I nodded, satisfied with my team. "You're all dismissed. Training starts tomorrow."

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Over the next few weeks, four months after Palpatines's death, I trained alongside my men, refining our tactics and testing our capabilities. I sparred hand-to-hand with Beater, blaster deflection with Bolt, and explosive drills with Flare. Rambo, true to his name, never spoke much—but his firepower was undeniable.

Meanwhile, Major Ikarus and I had a different task.

Our prisoner—the Sith Acolyte we captured two months ago—was still being held, Hannah Niimo. We had learned that she was kidnapped as a child from Taris and trained at the Korriban Academy in the ways of the Sith.

But something had changed. Her eyes were no longer yellow.

She was losing her connection to the Dark Side.

As I entered her cell, I locked eyes with her. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then, with a smirk, I greeted her.

"Hello there."

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