Silver Jedi Order
Ar'ekk | Jerit Kolomor
Kashyyyk was quiet. It was late, the moon penetrating the clouds in the night sky. A few wookies were strolling around but most of the Silver Jedi were sleeping. They admittidly had the right idea, a good night sleep had never hurt anyone and Kei was desperate for a few nights of decent sleep. He hadn't really slept since Korriban although his visit to Thyferra had really messed him up just a little. The halls were abandoned except for one human. Kei Raxis, wrapped up in his Jedi robes was walking down the corridor slowly.
Kei hadn't forgiven The Silver Jedi. He didn't know how to forgive The Silver Jedi. They had blown him up, there was nothing polite about blowing someone up. He couldn't forgive them but he knew that he had to work with them. He had established that they couldn't win the war against The Sith Empire unless they gave up pacifism and actually fought back and defended themselves when The Sith Empire came knocking on their front door. The First Order and Galactic Empire were also tearing up the galaxy, yet another issue.
Why was the galaxy full of war?
The great galactic civil war. Kei had heard someone refer to the war as the great galactic civil war. It made sense, so many sides tearing each other apart in battle. It was a civil war in the galaxy and the third galactic civil war didn't have the same effect as the great galactic civil war. Technically, it would be the fourth because the Omega issue would of probably been the third. It may of been the sixth or seventh civil war at this point, Kei wasn't fully sure nor did he truly care. All he cared about was that this war would be the last.