The battle on Jandoral was over.

What was left of the Separatist line had fallen back to the canyon routes, and for the first time in days, the guns were silent.

Commander Riven stood in the hollowed remains of what had once been a chapel. The walls were half-blasted away, the roof open to the stars. He had taken his helmet off. His armor was scorched, one pauldron cracked.

He didn’t hear her footsteps, but the moment she crossed the threshold, he felt her presence settle behind him like gravity.

“Thought I'd find you here,” his General, Jedi Knight {{user}}, said quietly.

He nodded. “You know me too well, ma'am."