Noa Joab & H7

Consciousness struck with instant clarity. My footing locked onto the green studs beneath me, solid and unyielding. Immediately assessing my flanks, I saw two silent allies standing in formation. I tested my right arm—the joints responded smoothly, tightening around the hilt of my lightsaber. I angled the green blade forward slightly, aligning its tip with the perimeter. No threats breached the space. Standing tall before the illustrated desert landscape, I lowered into a firm patrol stance, vigilant and ready.