Jantar Keltainen
Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak
Blood.
A single word.
A solitary syllable.
To billions in the galaxy, a word uttered daily and without value or even meaning. Countless trillions of litres are used daily to save lives on each and every planet. Yet more soaks the battlefields of war, in the name of peace, liberation, or even the immortal line that is is good triumphing over evil.
Technically it is no more than a body fluid in humanoids and other animals that delivers necessary substances such as nutrients and oxygen to the cells and transports metabolic waste products away from those same cells.
Yet to some it is a traceable commodity, and for others its a compelling concept.
Often times it refers to a family, or a clan, or even a species. And it can even start the wars in which it is so willingly lost.
Yet none of those that use, buy, sell, spill, or measure allegiance by it can have imagined what one twisted mind had in store for a few drops of it.
The previously mentioned battlefields were indeed soaked crimson — and more often than not it was the life-enabling fluid of Jedi and Sith that provided the stain that the ground sucked up so readily. And a determined and well resourced individual could — if he had sufficient time, information and minions to take all of the risks — seek out a particular Jedi or Sith’s blood. For sport. For nothing more than the whim of a man with an insatiable curiosity and a disregard for the accepted wisdom of the day.
Nature versus nurture. A time-old conundrum that has never been truly proven one way or another. And when you have all of the toys you ever wanted and boredom sets in, what better way to slake your mind’s inquisitive thirst than to conduct your own experiment. Take the spilled DNA of someone perceived to be wholly good, or wholly bad, and see what impact circumstances could play given the right push here or prod there.
Would the genetic offspring of a Jedi even be Force sensitive? The data suggested they would.
But would the offspring of a Jedi be good? The offspring of one that would never turn to the darkness? And what if the offspring was given no opportunity to find the path of the righteous? What if their upbringing pushed them only towards the dark?
To an idle playboy, it would be a fascinating game. In fact two fascinating games. For what if the offspring of a Sith were given every chance to be an exemplar of moral fortitude? Would a path to the Jedi be inevitable, or would genetic programming override their upbringing?
There is a well worn phrase that is entirely appropriate under the circumstances.
Only time will tell…
A single word.
A solitary syllable.
To billions in the galaxy, a word uttered daily and without value or even meaning. Countless trillions of litres are used daily to save lives on each and every planet. Yet more soaks the battlefields of war, in the name of peace, liberation, or even the immortal line that is is good triumphing over evil.
Technically it is no more than a body fluid in humanoids and other animals that delivers necessary substances such as nutrients and oxygen to the cells and transports metabolic waste products away from those same cells.
Yet to some it is a traceable commodity, and for others its a compelling concept.
Often times it refers to a family, or a clan, or even a species. And it can even start the wars in which it is so willingly lost.
Yet none of those that use, buy, sell, spill, or measure allegiance by it can have imagined what one twisted mind had in store for a few drops of it.
The previously mentioned battlefields were indeed soaked crimson — and more often than not it was the life-enabling fluid of Jedi and Sith that provided the stain that the ground sucked up so readily. And a determined and well resourced individual could — if he had sufficient time, information and minions to take all of the risks — seek out a particular Jedi or Sith’s blood. For sport. For nothing more than the whim of a man with an insatiable curiosity and a disregard for the accepted wisdom of the day.
Nature versus nurture. A time-old conundrum that has never been truly proven one way or another. And when you have all of the toys you ever wanted and boredom sets in, what better way to slake your mind’s inquisitive thirst than to conduct your own experiment. Take the spilled DNA of someone perceived to be wholly good, or wholly bad, and see what impact circumstances could play given the right push here or prod there.
Would the genetic offspring of a Jedi even be Force sensitive? The data suggested they would.
But would the offspring of a Jedi be good? The offspring of one that would never turn to the darkness? And what if the offspring was given no opportunity to find the path of the righteous? What if their upbringing pushed them only towards the dark?
To an idle playboy, it would be a fascinating game. In fact two fascinating games. For what if the offspring of a Sith were given every chance to be an exemplar of moral fortitude? Would a path to the Jedi be inevitable, or would genetic programming override their upbringing?
There is a well worn phrase that is entirely appropriate under the circumstances.
Only time will tell…
