Food for Thought

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Outpost Nine One
A forested construction amid the hills of Tython

Catch an air speeder from the Jedi Temple and twenty minutes later one could arrive at Outpost Nine One. A logging venture adapted for the early rise of the Jedi Order only a few scare years ago. Once considered the wild frontier of the planet, Outpost Nine One was not nothing more than an industrial center for the Jedi Service Corps. Half warehouse, half lumber camp. ...All beautiful vistas and slumbering streams. Sam loved it here. It was almost her favorite spot on the planet.

"How are we coming Rama?" Sam called from inside the concrete hut.

"Just finishing the final touches now! The table is all set." A red-skinned Twi'lek shouted back from outside.

Padawan Samanatha Jhovna had recruited three of her girlfriends to cook some lunch. A playful afternoon activity that had required no little amount of prep work and improvising. They were almost finished now at noon approached the forested glades.

"There. All done Sam." Another woman called, "Table is set and lunch is steaming on the serving table. We're all set."

"Perfect. I've asked Jedi Knight [member="Flint Dexen"] to join us. He should be arriving very soon. I'll be at the table with him. Do you mind the separation?"

The other girl's giggled and nodded. They didn't mind. Every good discussion required a little privacy.

Outside on the concrete patio there was the reception. Three tables, goodly spaced, and a little sign that said; Lunch is served. The colorful table clothes gave the impression of the grandest outdoor lunch the Jedi Order had ever seen. If not the most private either. One table held the food under lock and key, whilst the others were prepped for group dining.

"Ooo. It's perfect. Thanks girl's. I think it has been a very successful morning. Mmm. Yes indeedy."

 

[Flint Dexen]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Flint never guessed that Tython's Outpost Nine One would be such a good place to meet up to eat lunch. Still, the Jedi Knight could not help but admire the splendid scenery around him. It was great to visit Tython again, as it was a rather pleasant departure from roaming the crowded, polluted, and overpopulated planet of Coruscant. The industrial center for the Jedi Service Corps appeared in the horizon as Flint sped towards it on the speeder he had borrowed from the temple on Tython.

"Hello there!" The Jedi Knight brought his speeder to a stop infront of the well-prepared outdoor area. Flint hadn't met Sam Jhovna before, but regardless he was more than happy to enjoy the company of his fellow Jedi in an outdoor lunch picnic.

"Nice to meet you, Sam. What's for lunch?" Flint greeted the padawan, extending his arm for a handshake before nodding in greetings to Sam's Twi'lek companions. He smelled some delicious food, and he was ready to discuss philosophy with his fellow Jedi.

 

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"Why? Tis the finest Ryloth pork sandwiches you've ever had. Hehe."

She shook his hand and welcomed him to the party.

"[member="Flint Dexen"] , this is Tammy, Rama, and Bernice. They work with the Jedi Service Corps and were kind enough to lend me a hand with serving lunch today."

After the introductions she pointed to the food,

"Well. Grab a plate and dish up. We'll be sitting just there. I hope you came ready Mr Dexen? Hehe. You'll most certainly be leaving on a full stomach."

 

[Flint Dexen]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Ryloth pork sandwiches? That sounded pretty good. After formally greeting Tammy, Rama, and Bernice, Flint would proceed to grab some food before sitting himself down on one of the tables as told to by the padawan. "Delicious." the Jedi Knight remarked politely, biting into his Ryloth pork sandwich. Flint appreciated the works of the Jedi Service Corps, they were part of the order, after all.

"So! You wanted to talk about philosophy, right? What's your view on philosophy, Sam?" he inquired casually.

 

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Sam took a seat and placed her napkin in her lap effortlessly. It was rather easy to notice she was a city girl at heart.

"I don't have one."

She smiled and raised a glass in cheers. Smirking as she paused to continue,

"...Point in fact, that is why I called you here. You see? I've noticed that every single Jedi in the Order has their own philosophy. Their, own way of doing business. Whether it is Grandmaster Dista, Counselor Grayson, ...right down to every newly appointed Padawan and Knight. Every Jedi is different."

The blond poked at her sandwich to check for onions. She hated onions.

"That's why I'm taking this month to expand my horizons. Learn just a little bit more. See what everyone else believes, and why. I want to have a goodly number of examples before I decide upon a Jedi lifestyle for myself. ...And I'm not just talking about Guardian, Sentinel, or Consular. I mean a real philosophy. A real religion."

She winked,

"So yes. I don't currently have a philosophical outlook at all. Hehe. ...How about you? Hm?"

[member="Flint Dexen"]

 

[Flint Dexen]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Flint grinned and raised his glass in response. It was indeed true that individual Jedi held individual beliefs and philosphical viewpoints. Naturally, Flint held his own. "Ofcourse I do." the Jedi Knight said with a smirk.

There was a few seconds of silence as Flint chewed on his sandwich before talking more. "I go by a non-aggression philosophy. This probably explains why I usually keep to the defensive form of Soresu." he informed the padawan before taking another bite of the sandwich.

"From what I have learned and believe to be true, Jedi must utilize the Force for knowledge and defense. Never for attack." he recited. "I feel like as though that our Jedi Order now does not really go by this viewpoint anymore. I've seen many of my fellow Jedi not even blink an eye as they struck down their enemies to death, something I am against. Jedi must never be willing to kill so easily. I also believe that our order needs to stay as distant from politics as possible. We need to avoid entanglement to ensure that the Jedi does not become part of government. controlling the policy and actions of the Republic. What do you think?"

 

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"I think you've seen some things in your day."

She nodded with respect and continued,

"Let me start with your philosophy and it's connection to killing then. Since the Jedi code does not expressly forbid killing, I'm curious. In your own words, what is death. ...And perhaps, why do you personally think that killing is wrong?"

Given the situation Sam felt it was also a good idea to clarify her bias. But then she hesitated and thought against it. That wasn't going to be necessary. This should be natural, not forced. Some things need not be spoken.

[member="Flint Dexen"]

 

[Flint Dexen]

[member="Sam Jhovna"]

Seen some things in your day? That was one way to put it, Flint supposed. "In your own words, what is death. ...And perhaps, why do you personally think that killing is wrong?" Sam had asked.

Although she had said in a very neutral voice, Flint thought it was likely that Sam may have an opinion on this issue. A developing one, anyway. Flint smiled as he finished his pork sandwich with one last bite. "What is death? An inevitable, natural part of life that gives life its value and worth. And in response to your second question, one's life is something so valuable that no one else has the right to take it. Even if you are confronted against a cold-blooded killer, killing that killer will make you then be no different from the killer."

 

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She leaned closer and rubbed her chin,

"And what makes you think that? ...Where does one learn the importance and meaning of sentient life?"

[member="Flint Dexen"]