"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"
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X-wing,
Combat Shield,
Upgraded Shield,
Lightblaster, "
Brad",
Armor/Gear,
Shield Kata
She was angry, and no doubt defensive because he had mentioned her family. This was not at all unexpected and while he did not regret bringing them up, he learned never to regret anything from Mother, he knew not to press that matter. The time for silliness and games were over. He needed to focus on the task at hand and take care of business. He needed to be serious and make decisions with a clear mind. He had to be the adult in the room. Putting his hands on his knees, and doing his best to show absolutely no signs of aggression(though he was still clearly raging, as she had observed), he looked up at her with a resolve that could be compared to his father.
Have you ever watched yourself in a holovid and wondered something like “Why did I do that?” Maybe it was an old holovid you look back on of your younger self and can laugh at, maybe it is something silly, you just watch and realize “what’s done is done”... His smile was gone, the stern, powerful look was still there though, he was clearly his father’s son in this case.
That is much of what I have had to live through for much of my life.
Taking a deep breath, there was a “softer” feeling to his seating, but this was still not the Connel that she had known up to now, this was still the look of someone else.
I get it. You think that I am some manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force, and in all honesty, I am in many respects. After all, my mother was a Sith Lord until she gave it all up. However, what you see, is who I am.
There was still anger there, at the thought of the memories he was accessing at this point. It was all coming together.
I am sorry to have mentioned your family, but I brought them up to help you see my side of this. Another breath, and he was mouthing the words to the Jedi Code…
- “There is no emotion, there is peace
- There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
- There is no passion, there is serenity
- There is no chaos, there is harmony
- There is no death, there is the Force
Another deep breath and he was calm, stoic, and stern.
I have watched this… “construct” of whatever misinterpretation of my father’s legacy as a Jedi is… all of my inner fears when I was a kid manifested into this… “mistake”... I’m Shaking his head in aggravation, but not out of aggression, but not wanting to be aggressive.
Yes, I am still angry. He met her gave not as a sinister being, but as someone broken free of captors. Have you ever had someone pick your brain and play? Pull you out, stuff something else in. Do you know what it's like to be unmade? I was. I watched as this… “construct” acted on fears I had moved on from.
Shaking his head, as he looked down again, not out of anything manipulative or regretful but recalling memories.
Or at least thought I did. It wasn’t until that Sith bifurcated several parts of this body from me that I was able to do something about it. When Master
Matsu Ike
made arrangements for all of these implants in me, I woke up. Sucking on his gumline.
I get that this all seems convenient, even suspicious to you, I do, and as I said, I am angry, but I have been trapped in my own mind for so long. At first, yes, I did think something was going on, but I realized what was happening quickly. Right after the "control" class that sat in on for Master Qel-Droma. That was a clear memory that wa sstarting to piece things together for him.
Before then, I was raging, but since then I’ve been trying to steer “the other me” I guess you could say into the way I am. I mean come on… I can’t even pick up a lightsaber because of “the other me”... I just want to get to where I was, or where I wanted to be. “He” sees me and thinks I’m some Sith ready to attack him. I’m not… I know who "he" is and I know who I am. I am Connel Aric Vanagor... and I will admit, before I started talking to you, I was ready to say "not him", but he is too. I just want to get "us" together. "He" is running from it... trying to be something he's not.
There was still anger there, but there was also truth in his voice and his eyes. There was more to his comment about "trying to be something he's not" but there was nothing sinister in those words either. There was no sense of regret or any types of feelings, but there was still that resolve.
If you don’t believe me, Master Noble… I’ll open my mind to you or anyone you want… but I’m finally out and in control… I’m not giving that up. That wasn’t a threat, or any kind of false macho attitude, it was someone who was almost relieved.