Private Galactic Center

[Samatharis]

Reconstructed Jedi Temple
Coruscant - Alliance Space

It was windy and warm on the top of the Temple's garden promenade. A spectacular view. The whistling of birds in the newly planted trees. The light sound of the flute upon the windy skies. The endless transports moving back and forth between the sky lanes. An impossible vista. For an impossible trip to Galactic Center.

Samatharis of Rulan stood with her arms flooded over her chest. Her eyes closed against the buffeting of the wind. Her black bodyglove and fur pauldrons were a remarkably warlike contrast to the green, peaceful gardens all around. She was meditating on the top of the world. Smiling really. They didn't have Force Nexi back on her homeworld. She'd never felt this much power flowing through her veins in her whole life. It was worth the fifteen minutes peace.

A sudden transport fluttered over the temple rooftops. Reminding the smiling woman that her own transport would be soon to arrive. So she smiled once again and opened her eyes. Scanning the endless horizon and it's metropolitan grace. Then she gave a nod and turned to leave. The landing pad was just a short walk over the ramparts. And with Jedi traffic and travelers being so light this week. She was probably the only one waiting too.

She took a seat on a bench near the edge of the pad in the shade of the temple shires. Reminding herself quietly that she might never ever make it back here again. Suddenly feeling rather sad.

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Top of the Transport
Alliance Space - Coruscant

There would be a heavy groaning on top of the transport as he had his belt hooked onto the top of the transport ship. It was very unusual for him to be on top of it...but it was starting to become afternoon...or was it evening? Maybe morning...he could not tell, he had been drinking for quite a while once again, one of his binges he had done to get away from the nonsense of Jedi and those to blinded to understand how the galaxy could actually work. In fact, he had no idea how he got up there or the reasoning why he was even there. Perhaps though, that could slowly be found out.

Slowly leaning up, he would give a loud groan and stretch his arms to the side. It was very thankful and lucky that Sullustans could not be given hangovers else he would be the sickest one in the galaxy. Rolling to the side, the hook on his belt kept him from instantly falling off the transport as it started to make its passing over the Jedi Temple. Then, he gave one long groan as he looked at it, speaking rather out loud as he unhooked his belt and stood up.

"Damn Temple, mocking me for not blowing it up! I hate you!"

He would then looking down, leap off the transport as he fell several stories down while focusing on the Force. He had many attributes and powers but one of his best was controlling the environment to his will. A gust of wind could be felt nearby towards Samatharis , an upward wind as the Sullustan came into view several yards away as if he fell from the sky and then very carefully, floating up just a foot before landing onto his feet. Checking his boots, the Sullustan would brush them off of dust and dirt before looking at the Temple.

"Nothing but pain and misery have you brought me!"

The Sullustan at this point looked to be more of a grumpy Sullustan with old fashioned robes, it would be similar towards what the Jedi would have worn, but much longer ago and modified to a more common folk look. Giving a frown at it, he would lift a finger at it in defiance before going over towards the bench and looking at the schedule, oblivious to the female human nearby as he was...very bad at perception.

"Ten minutes...I can probably glide my way there...hang on. You are here...I need to be...two hours away from base. Ah damn it."

The Sullustan would then almost comically press his forehead onto the beam as he looked like he would beat himself up for a moment before sitting down. Giving a long groan, he would look to the side to where he would finally see the female to which would startle him, eyes going wide as saucer plates as he just remained...silent. He had no idea what to say, nor what to do...he was completely in shock that someone saw him rant and rave at the Jedi but probably saw him fall from the sky and even say anything close to a military base...meaning he could be in trouble.

 

[Samatharis]

Samatharis stood up and gave a look of slight bemusement. Followed quickly by a military woman's best frown. She stood up tall and straight, and placed her hands on her hips. Shaking her head with a sigh,

"You remind me of a Corporal I used to know. Just with less magical potential."

She slowly walked up to Jegy and nodded.

"Might I recommend coffee and fruit? It's my species answer to all things, overindulgent."

She looked him up and down. Somewhat baffled that anyone blessed with the Great Gift could live so raggedly. Didn't having Force Powers immedietely promote you towards easy manipulations of high society, galactic business, and unlimited cosmic wealth? Clearly. Somebody had missed that train.

Sam gave a twirl of her wrist,

"Or. Is the point where I wave my hand and suggest that you go home and rethink your life, hmm?"

Then she smirked. Who was she to judge. Heck, she'd never even seen a Sullustan before. Maybe they all acted like this. Mm. Though... Given the species infamous accomplishments in the Alliance Navy during the Faction Wars? Probably not.

Jegy Sesara​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Samatharis

There was a small silence as he just...let her berate him. Why in the world would he let any young looking lady just insult and just pound him into the dirt with words? Who is to say without a bit of digging but he took it well considering, just watching her move around and looking the Sullustan over. While he did seem raggedy, with a closer inspection, one could tell he was very well armed. Several blaster pistol impressions were inside those rags, a lightsaber hanged loosely on the left belt of an old and ancient design while a newer on, one he had built, hanged on the right side that seemed a bit more exposed in design. Giving a long sigh, he would however take up on that offer.

"Coffee or Caf would be nice right about now yes...sorry about the ranting, I must have...just drank to much again overnight."

Rubbing his forehead, he just got a bit of a stress headache, leaning back on the bench as his back cracked a little bit. The Sullustan started to look much older right now and for once, he did not give a retort about himself being less than powerful. For once, it sounded just right for once in months. He never liked having all the power in the world, he prefered to just live quietly and away from everyone. Though her next comment...that is when he responded as his dull green eyes looked over at her and gave a very small chuckle.

"Ohhh I have rethought my life countless times...sometimes it happens on another world, other times it happens when everything is pulled under the rug while you have everything in the galaxy you ever wanted. Believe me with these words, I have had it all...and I have had nothing but curses also."

Before he could even go any further, his brow with go down as he realized something, speaking out loud. This probably did not help as this was one of the VERY few times he did not regonize a sub-class of species.

"Why is every Human in the Galaxy generally taller than me? You have to be nearly half a foot taller than me from just glancing...also sorry, I should be more polite. Doctor Sesara at your service...or would be, if I am near a hospital or the base right about now but given I am more...different, they rather not have me operating on anyone right now."

 

[Samatharis]

She smirked and closed her eyes at his comment about humans and height. Ha. She'd never given her own statue much thought really. In a galaxy as diverse as this one? Well. Being tall and short were usually the least of her observations.

Samatharis opened just one eye and nodded. Musing really. So, it appeared the good Doctor Sesara was just coming off a bender. He was a traveler of worlds, armed for high adventure, maybe he had a real occupation in the medical field, and appeared to have a colorful history of ups-and-downs. And. He was the most interesting Jedi-ish-person she'd met all day.

"Samatharis. Of Rulon."

She sighed and gave a look to the sky. As if wondering where their transport was already. However, she did not give her rank. As, most locals on Coruscant didn't give a damn about foreign military personnel.

"Just visiting."

The tall human took a seat on a bench opposite Jegy.

"And, if I might say so? You're appearance is rather baffling for a Jedi Knight so near-and-dear to the Temple proper. Are you perhaps one of those freelancers out from the OPA? I hear their Judges of the Outer Rim never go into battle without a bottle. Hehe."

She laughed at her own joke. Coruscant was Alliance territory of course. However, Jegy didn't quite strike her as the Republic type. Call it, a woman's intuition.

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

"A pleasure to meet the Samatharis of Rulon...need to bookmark that in my mind, got to look that up for later."

He would take out his datapad and make a few taps on it, making note to check up on the planets name. He was very inexperienced at names and at times, was completely forgetful so it helped to keep tabs on things.

"Visiting...generally means also always on the move. No matter, I was like that for a long time...best way to keep people to just move along and not bother you for a long period of time."

There was a furrow of his non-existant brow as he looked over at the lady with a small glare. The glare in itself...looked rather well versed, as if he had it reserved for various types of people and had trained that kind of glare for a very long time. It almost looked piercing into ones soul as well as a warning glare. Speaking, his voice was still gentle but a little more serious at that point.

"Never...call me like one of them Jedi. A Jedi can be the most reckless being in the galaxy...cause more harm then good. Also the OPA? Kriff them and the Judges, just another example of things that can go wrong. And before you ask...yes, I do carry into battle with a bottle in my coat but it is more of a flask."

The demenor would relax the more he had talked, giving a long sigh as the glare had vanished half way through the small monologue of talking. Whoever he was, he had been well trained at one point. Looking towards the sky, he would tap the top of his own thighs, speaking out loud.

"Transport has been usually late the last couple of years...five to ten minutes off schedule. Only way it be faster is if those skylight boxes that turn red and green all go green...then it be here in maybe a minute or two. But then again...what do I know?"


Samatharis

 

[Samatharis]

Sam wasn't used to the glare of alien eyes. Rulon was full of humans and full of human sensibilities. Human history and human evolution. So when two, forward facing eyes grasp hold of you. She couldn't help but feel the hunger behind his words. Tight, terrible little words. Never call me a Jedi.

She gave a glance towards the sky. But like his own gesture to change the subject. It was just a glancing motion.

"Well. It is a tall temple." She leaned back on her bench slowly, "So naturally. It must cast a long shadow."

She bladed her eyes and mused to herself. After all. She came here to observe some respect for the Jedi traditions and all they had preserved. Jegy seemed... Well. Let's just say those strange non-human eyes surely must hold many strange, non-human opinions.

"I guess not everybody with the gift of falling weightless from the sky can appreciate all that their ancient tradition has accomplished. Or all that it one day could become."

Samantha was new to the lore and luster of the Jedi legends of old. But she still couldn't fathom anybody who could curse the OPA or their space cowboys.

Then, her curiosity got the better of her military instincts.

"That said. If you've a critique of the myraid Jedi cloisters of the galaxy, I'd dare say I'd be famished to hear it."

Learning about the Jedi was why she had come here, after all. So why not?

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

"A long and painful shadow...yes."

He would listen quietly to her words, his eyes gazing forward now as he heard the comment about falling weightless from the sky, how possibly could not appreciate such ancient tradition. He remained silent, not really wanting to dump a lot of his mind onto what he thought of the Jedi, from then and now. However that last line got to him, to critique all of the Jedi at once. He slowly turned as he rubbed his forehead and began what could be, a very long winded speech.

"My thoughts....okay then. The Jedi are nothing more than the instigators of the galaxy. When those who wish to try different forms of the Force came to existence, the Dark Side, they made war with them and caused a civil war that has rippled into tens of thousands of years. But that is not all. How often can you find the Jedi constantly bickering and fighting against one another? It is my religion or nothing, the same damn thing over and over again to the point it becomes maddening. That...Quinn fellow, wrote a strong winded letter against the Grayson Imperium which is now the Alliance, saying that we were a scourge of the galaxy. Because they all decided that having a tighter military rule to ensure corruption did not happen during our time was a bad thing."

"That is not even the icing on the cake. Silver Jedi, Alliance, Republic...we have already been close to a galactic war in Kuat, each one of them just constantly pig headed in their own ideals. Now the Alliance is attempting to fold in the Republic which is not only as corrupt as they come, but the entire reason why the galactic war nearly happened. It is an embarrassment and the Silver Jedi do nothing more then sit back and fight the Sith Empire which, while a good cause, need to also look closer to home."

"Next door to the Sith Empire and the Silver Jedi are the Bryn, the next generation in my mind of the Vong...oh the Vong, I hope it does not get to that case. I already fought some head on and let me tell you, they are nothing like the foes of old...they will tear apart every single person in the galaxy to just have a planet to themselves. A hive mind is nothing to those of complete honor and ritualistic species. In reality, the two need to put aside their differences like before...and destroy them before we lose more lives in this galaxy."

"Now what about the OPA? Mean the drinkers and sex hippies of the galaxy? I never thought I see the day where I have to say that sentence in my lifetime to describe a new age Jedi could be. It is an embarrassment considering they are on the other side of the galaxy where Agents of Chaos is technically wrecking havoc, new empires are sprouting and yet, they just want to play fun little games with the Confederacy and those around them...oblivious to the damn stakes going on the other side of the kriffin galaxy!"

"So if you want a straight answer as to what I think of the Jedi today, I think in pure honesty, it was a righteous embarrassment. I seen Jedi before my eyes that knows the stakes and not just...throw things away for the sake of arguing with each other. I never seen the Jedi so fractured in my life time and I lived to see through at least two purges of the Jedi. I have met those wise enough to know that we should not interfere with everyday life to just bring hope and peace. Every action we do, has a consequence...Imperator Grayson understood that. Now he is critically injured...and I am unsure what to do."

"In all my years, I have been the bad guy in lot of stories...yes, I have killed Jedi as well as Sith. I think I have grown possibly cynical of the galaxy, I see it to be...harmful that we cannot have unity in this galaxy when most of the Sith Empire was united kicking their existential rear. Now that the Byrn has showed up, the Jedi seemed to have made up but can the other side do the same? The Confederacy? OPAs party house stop for a few months to take on an impossible foe? I don't know, all I know is that we are in a deadly time for our galaxy...and the Jedi we all seek to look up to, is not even close to what a real Jedi stands for."

There was a bit of fire in his voice early on, but it then got lower, as if losing hope as he did not want to say everything about himself. He did not want to reveal how old he was, how he would have lived to see the rise and fall of so many Empires...yet he seemed to have given clues about it to those who are acute. Around that moment, he looked up and was wondering if the Shuttle would ever come...it felt like a long day or perhaps, the Force was making it as such.

Samatharis

 

[Samatharis]

Well. Okay then.

Sam leaned back in her bench and just nodded. That had been... Alot. So. Yeah.

"Galaxy is kinda a rough place sometimes. Guess you can't sweat the meta, eh. Meh."

She shrugged.

Then she cocked her head and looked back at the recently reconstructed temple. Smiling briefly. Then she looked back at Jegy.

"Well. If I were you. I'd worry more about my day drinking then galactic politics. But then again. I'm not a Doctor."

She smirked. Because her next question was probably about how one gets invited to these 'OPA sex parties.'

But that question would have to wait. Their transport was finally arriving.

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

He was a bit down on that moment, hearing her next line made him shrug though hated the word Meta...maybe it was because it sounded like new slang. He really was unsure at this point even, barely keeping up with that other than politics. Which that in itself was given to him, not to worry so much though he merely shook his head, speaking a bit out loud.

"The greatest dictators always seem to get ahead when others are not looking at them."

Before he could go on any further, the transport finally was coming around, extending the land ramp and struts as the Sullustan slowly got up, looking as it landed. It was something that always generally impressed the Sullustan as growing up, he never knew how these things fly, the tight management schedules..it was generally a mess in his mind. Walking towards it, he would look back at her and give a very somber smile, as if something was still on his mind.

"I will admit one thing...yes, I should worry about more on drinking...but what else is there to do?"

He tried to climb aboard, pulling out from his robe a small identification badge to show he was with the Alliance Military.

Samatharis

 

[Samatharis]

Sam raised an eyebrow at his dictators comment. I mean, she was a firm believer in dictators. So I guess she didn't get the point. Then the transport arrived and the good Doctor shrugged about keeping busy. At least, she figured that was what he talking about. She herself treasured these traveling adventures she took. It was a good strong break from her otherwise swamped Rulonian schedule back home. Otherwise she didn't get a lot of leisure time. Which was fine. She chose the military life and it had chosen her. A match made in heaven.

She smirked at that thought.

"Sounds like you have a lot to think about Doctor. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help. Otherwise? Coffee, fruit, and a new mission. Hehe. Keeps the mind busy and the body young."

If she could have slapped him on the shoulder, she would have.

Meanwhile. Samatharis boarded the transport and took a seat near the sweeping window view. Checking her phone for messages. She knew she shouldn't be counting down the minutes until she had to be back home or back on station but, old habits die hard. She was thinking about work again instead of enjoying the view.

Then she remembered something Zara had told her earlier today. Something about seeking out a wise teacher to guide her in the ways of The Force. Which, quite honestly, Sam wasn't really sure was something she really needed at this point in her career. Still... Zara had a point. Hmm.

Samatharis turned back to Sesara,

"Ya know. A thought just comes to me. And you seem to have an opinion or two about Jedi. Mm. Might as well venture. Anyway, I'm pondering dipping my toes into the water with a little Jedi training myself. And I was wondering which Order or Jedi Cult you would recommend a newcomer start with? I'm feeling battle-focused recently and would love to learn what makes the Jedi and Sith tick. For science. Ya know?"

She shrugged happily. Never hurt to get a second opinion, after all.

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Anything she can do to help...those comments always been dangerous and he refused to say a few on his mind. But he instead, gave her a curt nod and started to find his own seat near the corner, generally away from everyone else. He would not look out the window to enjoy the sights, he had seen enough of them in his lifetime to just ignore it though he could feel something in the Force nearby, a muttering. Glancing his eyes to the left side, he would see a father consoling a human child in his hand who was bundled up in a blanket. The child shook, as if sick or cold, the skin of the child looking rather pale.

Without so much as to saying a word, he would lean a bit forward and outstretch his left hand with his palm outward, it giving a gentle whir of cybernetics and focused quietly on the child nearby. The Force in itself was many mystical properties, each one more mysterious as you uncover more of it. The entire transport felt as if it was one large breathing organism...except two of them felt like parasites, one that was sickly, another that was cursed. Exhaling a small bit of breath, the tendrils of the Force would slowly explore the childs anatomy, coursing into the childs bloodstream, invisible to all yet slowly cleansing it of disease. It took only a few minutes, but when he finished, he pulled back his palm and opened his eyes to see that the childs skin was returning its color and that the father slowly took notice. Without ever saying a word, without letting anyone know what he did, he finally looked back out the window. Fame was for fools, silence was the reward he preferred.

Then that woman, Samatharis, spoke to him with a question. Who to join in all of the Jedi Orders and Cults in the galaxy today? It was an interesting question, one that would leave a male pondering though he spoke his mind out loud.

"For the Jedi...Silver Jedi Order or the Alliance. I am part of the Alliance and they have a stable head on them while the Silvers seem to be...generally thoughtful of their actions yet in a constant state of warfare with the Sith Empire. As for what makes a Sith tick...I could easily teach entire courses about it if the Alliance was not so...picky about what people learned of the other side of the Force."

"For the Dark Side, while an easy path to fame, fortune and power, is also the easy path to loss, sorrow, and death."

Those final words, he let echo in the air as he seemed to know quite a bit on how they work though remained a bit silent on not explaining further. Perhaps he had lived that kind of lifestyle...who knows?

Samatharis

 

[Samatharis]

Samatharis learned a good lesson that day. As she noticed Jegy heal the poor child, she couldn't help but notice the real doctor in the good Doctor. And he didn't charge them a credit either. Fascinating. Perhaps in this great big galaxy of theirs? Righteous acts didn't solely belong to the Jedi after all.

Then she tilted her head and opened her palm to muse.

"Oh? And just what makes the Negative Side of the Gift so, easy? In my experience it's all rather chaotic and full of frenzy. Can't do a darn thing with it except boil your own blood and stir yourself up. Not much good for building things, I'd say."

She looked back at the now-healthier child. Certainly, such a skill would never have made itself available through the influence of dark entropy.

"Of course. I suppose if you wanted to tear something down with gusto? The Dark Side could manage that rather spectacularly. Especially for the skilled practitioner. More... Explosion of anger, than any careful surgery I'd imagine. Probably."

She shrugged. Her own experience was mostly naturally occuring with the Force. Empathy. Sense. Influence. Telekinesis when available. The sorts of things that come up on a daily basis for the more gifted students of the Force. She wasn't one for arcane knowledge or the studying of divine tombs. Rare skills or exotic lines of thinking. Samatharis just used was presented itself naturally to her just beyond the edge of her fingertips.

But then again. Back on Rulon, she'd never needed anything special to be, special. Just a little bit of extraordinary talent was always enough.

Jegy Sesara |​

 

[Jegy Sesara]

He would turn his head when she started to ask what made it so different. What could possibly be the reason why the Dark Side that while so chaotic, so dangerous, it is easy to make use of it. Explosions of anger and making the comparison to surgery as he blinked a few times at her, his eyes almost looking a tad soulless as he started to speak, taking out a flask to take a sip first of some liquor to at least prepare himself.

"Oh the Dark Side would give you everything you wanted. It will give you the ability to manipulate the very foundation of the Force if you so dare. For those who seek to be angry...yes, it can be an unwieldy tool but make even the most insignificant person extremely powerful. For those who have delved into the darkest secrets of the Dark Side, they could manipulate the entire environment around them, turning simple dirt...into an entire armies grave. Turn the simple clouds around us into a twisting inferno of tornados. Twisting creatures such as Rancors or Nunas into unstoppable killing machines, making them in constant agony and anger. There is even ways to make yourself...live forever, to go against nature and take whoever you want...as your own body. You say the Dark Side is just an explosion of anger...you have no idea the power of the Dark Side can have...for those with a emotionally controlled mind."

The Sullustan would stop at that moment, looking at her again with the odd glare as he admitted something he did not do often. Taking another quick sip of his liquor as he spoke right to her, his mind now mentally speaking to her, using the Force to telepathically communicate with her.

"Know what the worst of all is my dear? I have done...every single one of those things. I was very angry when I was young, I took my anger and sorrow upon the Galaxy before you were even born. I hold accountable that every Jedi since the fall of the Old Republic is nothing more than a false image of the Jedi, nothing more than destroying what is around them. Constantly interfering with politics and ruining lives to further their own! I blame the Jedi for ruining not only my life but destroying my families and those around them. For that, I have killed over a dozen in my first years as a wielder of the Dark Side, told what to do and directed my complete hatred and sorrow upon my enemies. You wonder what changes a person from being a simple Doctor to a raving uncontrolled warrior? It is simple...you take everything away and leave him for dead. I taken all I could from the Dark Side...and the Dark Side took away also many chances of life...my own son and wife...even my own ability...to age and die. Think wisely dear if you ever wish this path...it is nothing but misery and sorrow that awaits you...and everlasting guilt on your heart."

Finally with those last thoughts, his stare would relax as for a brief moment, people around them would look as if they felt something around them. But in reality, it was only a small process of the Force he had trained within himself, to hide his own signature in the Force. For a very brief moment, he was somewhat of a pool in the Force, someone who had extraordinary amount of talent in itself but just as quick, he shut himself back into himself. It was a pool of extreme sorrow yet peace, a constant struggle within himself as if questioning what to do with his life...as if something was holding him back. He would speak again, with that gentle voice with no longer that stare to communicate.

"If I had a hundred lifetimes to pick from...I would like the one where I just stayed home. Mhrm...instead of...perhaps making someone feel agony while someone does a painful operation on them. With the Force...with the other side, of the Force."

It was the most of a hint he could give out to just lay mention that there was a way also to heal with the other side of the Force...and it was a lot more painful.

Samatharis

 

[Samatharis]

Samatharis would frown.

Then she would look out the window for a long moment. Pondering perhaps. Then she would look back at Sesara with a small smile.

"Well. I believe that in the light. Should a man change from his evil ways. That all things will be forgiven. Always."

Then she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. It felt good to say that out loud too.

"I wish you luck Master Doctor. Where ever the winds of change take you. The Force will be with you. Always."

She smiled as she that.

Then she looked back out the window and remembered her own home planet of Rulon. She remembered to do right by them. Dark or Light. Jedi or Sith. Known or unknown. She remembered to do right by her people. No matter what.

She stayed there lost in thought for some time. Thinking of home.

Jegy Sesara |​