Convergence (Star Wars: The High Republic)

by Zoraida Córdova

“Hello, Chaos,” the Mother said into the hololink. She made herself comfortable in the command chair of the Gaze Electric.

When he’d been at his lowest, it might have been, but no more. Axel Greylark was not a member of the Path of the Open Hand. Even the thought that he’d ever uttered the words “the Force will be free” made him grimace. The only freedom he cared about was his own. How could he ever achieve that if his entire life was bound to who he was. His very name. Greylark.