Hal Terrano
Prince of Porridge
Location: Ahto City Library
Objective: Then help her!
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: The One Sith, Hal Terrano
WARNING: HERE BE SLOWER POSTERS
Immediately after spewing forth his ham-fisted confession Hal recoiled, gripping onto the abused terminal with white knuckles, his widened eyes staring at the screen as if it could offer him and answer, or perhaps a spot time travel to about twenty seconds ago.
He wasn't ready to confront this yet. The Force ghost of [member="Diana Moridena"] had ambushed him in the sky gardens trying to help him with the ever-looming geyser that was his feelings, but even then he still tried to push it down. It was fear, his fear. A lifetime of forced self-discipline had left him paralysed at the thought of chance, of feeling anything other than a sense of duty and justice. He stood at the edge ready to take that leap but the swirling sea of what-ifs below kept him rooted to the spot.
What if I fall?
What if I hurt her?
Diana had thought that the blonde Knight had meant hurt her feelings, but that was not the case. What if attachment, if feelings gave way to situations of peril? Gave chinks in the armour that Sith could exploit? What if Avalore Eden died?
H Y P O C R I T E
Perhaps that was what stung most of all. There he was preaching about the dangers of emotions, relationships and attachments while he stood idly by, stoking his own dangerous affections for another. Avalore Eden wasn't the only one currently feeling as if those Jedi robes didn't fit quite right. The Code, the Tenets, they had been the guiding path his entire life, he had sacrificed so much, striving to be the best Jedi that he could be only to turn around and spit in the face of that which modeled him.
"Then help me!"
That was it, the moment, the chance. Forget about knowledge, forget about the Code, go and get the girl and play big damn heroes in Ahto City, save the day and then go home. It'll be awkward at first, you'll find it hard to look at her, for a few weeks Cato Neimoidia is silent...but then you talk together and she puts you at ease, makes you laugh for the first time. You're happy. She jokes that she prefers it when you frown. You know what it feels like to be happy. Maybe you both really fall in love. You did it, you're finally happy.
He looked up from the terminal at her departing form and then back down at the screen. 86%, that's only five minutes.
You could be happy.
Could.
Chance.
WHAT IF.
The defective Knight began to walk backwards, and upon hitting a wall he slid down, a fearful expression that no creature living had seen knotted across his face. Knees pulled up to his chest, arms over his head, Hal folded forward into his lap and sat in his own petrified silence.
Objective: Then help her!
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: The One Sith, Hal Terrano
WARNING: HERE BE SLOWER POSTERS
Immediately after spewing forth his ham-fisted confession Hal recoiled, gripping onto the abused terminal with white knuckles, his widened eyes staring at the screen as if it could offer him and answer, or perhaps a spot time travel to about twenty seconds ago.
He wasn't ready to confront this yet. The Force ghost of [member="Diana Moridena"] had ambushed him in the sky gardens trying to help him with the ever-looming geyser that was his feelings, but even then he still tried to push it down. It was fear, his fear. A lifetime of forced self-discipline had left him paralysed at the thought of chance, of feeling anything other than a sense of duty and justice. He stood at the edge ready to take that leap but the swirling sea of what-ifs below kept him rooted to the spot.
What if I fall?
What if I hurt her?
Diana had thought that the blonde Knight had meant hurt her feelings, but that was not the case. What if attachment, if feelings gave way to situations of peril? Gave chinks in the armour that Sith could exploit? What if Avalore Eden died?
H Y P O C R I T E
Perhaps that was what stung most of all. There he was preaching about the dangers of emotions, relationships and attachments while he stood idly by, stoking his own dangerous affections for another. Avalore Eden wasn't the only one currently feeling as if those Jedi robes didn't fit quite right. The Code, the Tenets, they had been the guiding path his entire life, he had sacrificed so much, striving to be the best Jedi that he could be only to turn around and spit in the face of that which modeled him.
"Then help me!"
That was it, the moment, the chance. Forget about knowledge, forget about the Code, go and get the girl and play big damn heroes in Ahto City, save the day and then go home. It'll be awkward at first, you'll find it hard to look at her, for a few weeks Cato Neimoidia is silent...but then you talk together and she puts you at ease, makes you laugh for the first time. You're happy. She jokes that she prefers it when you frown. You know what it feels like to be happy. Maybe you both really fall in love. You did it, you're finally happy.
He looked up from the terminal at her departing form and then back down at the screen. 86%, that's only five minutes.
You could be happy.
Could.
Chance.
WHAT IF.
The defective Knight began to walk backwards, and upon hitting a wall he slid down, a fearful expression that no creature living had seen knotted across his face. Knees pulled up to his chest, arms over his head, Hal folded forward into his lap and sat in his own petrified silence.