Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

They were beautiful, even in their broken state, glowing with a faint, dying amber light. "Target the flagship," I whispered. As we drew within a hundred yards, the Jade Sentinels on the deck began to stir. Their beetle-husk armor clicked as they raised their solar-lances, the tips beginning to glow. They had sensed us—not through heat, but through the displacement of the Aether. "Now!" I commanded.

—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination. Four Sentinels, towering seven-foot constructs of blackened steel, detached themselves from the walls. They didn't breathe, and they didn't hesitate. The first swung a massive flail that pulverized the stone where Victor’s head had been a millisecond prior. Victor slid between the construct’s legs, his movement a fluid, desperate grace born of a hundred and eighty chapters of survival. He didn't aim for the chest plate. He aimed for the "Joint-Core," the glowing blue crystal at the back of the knee.

Surprisingly, no matter how hard he tried, he failed to communicate with the inner language. “We can't use ZhijuMoya in this place!” Patriarch Yuan Kai also just realized something. In fact, this knowledge is really needed in such circumstances. ZhijuMoya not only allows one to send and receive inner language. Because it provides multiplied sensitivity, ZhijuMoya allows the user to move freely without seeing, attack enemies using only instinct, and feel the presence of friends and foes without going through the sense of sight.

she said, “with your permission, I can halt his movement.” Kenan didn’t hesitate. “Do it.” The priestess lifted her staff. “The earth will reject him,” she said. “The Moon Goddess will trap him.” Without thinking, I leaned into Jordan's side, trembling. I stayed still. Trying to be strong. “He won’t run forever,” Jordan said quietly. “I promise you that.” I nodded weakly. What else could I do? “Denzel had crossed a line,” Jordan went on. “And I was going to end him.”