Postcards From Pamarthe: Reclamation

Pamarthe, The Crucible, circa. 14 BBY.

Molten copra simmered over blue flame, as Seonac sifted through the workshop shelves for the oxidyl and smeltbrushes. Finding them, he returned to the workbench.

It felt unreal, the helmet in front of him. To hear Vos tell it, Ventress had turned out all right, in the end. Seonac chose to be comforted by that. He felt the weight of his old mentor’s blade in its concealed sheath. Carryk’s sacrifice wasn’t honoured by harbouring hate. And he had long ago made peace with his own injuries.

Besides, he needed a disguise before heading off world and resources were low until someone got to Telerath.

Still. Seonac felt the need to put his and Carryck’s mark on the helmet. He sat, closed his eyes, and found in memory the old librarian’s leather tabards and their intricate patterns; circuits and storm swirls. He began.

Postcards From Pamarthe is a series of art and micro-story postcards created to mark the project launch of The Last Edge. We plan to hand out some physical copies at Star Wars Celebration Europe in 2023.

Photo credit: J.P. Mayner © 2023