Utapau – Catacombs, Lower Level
The fight was a blur of metal, fire, and Force.
Obi-Wan moved with practiced calm, blocking Grievous's spinning arms, narrowly dodging blasts of plasma and metal claws. The General's new upgrades reflex enhancements, reinforced servos, and kinetic shielding all whispered of Serion's craftsmanship.
Grievous snarled, voice glitching.
"You're already extinct, Jedi."
Obi-Wan rolled beneath a slash, slashed upward and severed one arm.
"I've heard that before."
The floor cracked. Sparks flew. Kenobi was driven to the edge of the pit.
Grievous lunged
Obi-Wan jumped.
Midair, he drew the electro-blaster from a fallen guard.
"So uncivilized."
He fired.
The bolt struck Grievous's exposed core.
The general ignited from within.
He burned.
And fell.
Utapau Surface – Republic Gunship Extraction
Obi-Wan boarded the dropship with the wind howling around him.
"It's done," he told the pilot. "Grievous is dead."
The clone officer nodded. "Then the war's over."
Obi-Wan looked toward the storm-heavy sky.
"Not yet."
Outer Rim – Siege of Mygeeto
Ki-Adi-Mundi fell beneath a wave of cloaked shock troopers. His blade danced, his will unbroken.
But they were smarter now. Faster.
Their movements weren't trained they were calculated.
Designed by a mind no longer interested in balance.
He died without fanfare.
Without a witness.
Deep Core – Council Chamber, Nightfall
Master Yoda stood before a small group of Jedi Masters Agen Kolar, Tera Sinube, K'Kruhk and behind them, a group of younglings, some barely taller than a blaster.
He looked older than ever. Not in body.
But in spirit.
"To a world hidden, you must go," he said. "Beyond maps. Beyond war. There, safe you will be."
Sinube bowed his head. "They will need guidance."
"Guide them, you will. Train them. Not as we were. But as they must become."
Yoda turned to a Padawan, no older than ten.
"The future, in your hands, it now lies."
One by one, the Masters and children boarded a freighter cloaked in Jedi tech, untraceable to Republic sensors.
The ship vanished into the Deep Core.
And hope left with it.
Coruscant – Lower Levels
Ahsoka Tano stood beneath a forgotten spire, watching the city breathe around her. She wore no Jedi robe now. No insignia. Just a cloak and silence.
She had nowhere left to go.
Until a voice echoed behind her.
"You still walk the edge."
Taliya Marr stepped into view.
"I know what they did to you. And what you could become."
Ahsoka didn't answer.
"You can still choose your path. But if you want to see who truly broke the Jedi…"
Taliya tossed a holodisc at her feet.
"Then follow the trail they don't talk about."
Ahsoka looked down at the device.
And for the first time since the bombing…
She ignited her saber.
Zereth Prime – Seed Throne
Serion watched the galaxy convulse.
His ships held the Outer Rim.
The Jedi were scattered.
The war was nearly over.
And yet…
His attention shifted beyond.
To the Deep.
Where something else stirred.
Something even he had once feared.
"They're coming."
He rose from the throne.
"And I will meet them."