Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob
He knew that at some point during these talks, someone was going to make a scene. He just was not expecting the most anti-social Jedi he knew to be one of them. Did Jend-Ro Quill raise a good point. Certainly, and for many of his points, Aaran found himself in agreement with. But just because he found himself inwardly agreeing with some of the points the hermit raised and shared his concerns did not mean that he also felt it necessary to raise them here and now.
All that did was sow discord. To add fuel to a fire that everyone here was trying to control. He found himself agreeing with the Imperials, if only slightly. It took an impressive amount of hubris to act like the Jedi Master did. TO so easily call out the actions of others at such a crucial juncture while remaining apart from it.
Before this meeting, the wizened Master was one that Aaran held in the highest esteem. But through that simple speech. He proved himself no better than so many of the Silver Jedi. So eager to condemn the younger generation for admittedly rash actions. But at the same time, refusing to offer guidance, counsel and support.
Now the esteemed master had fallen to the same level of those in the Silver Jedi Concord in the Battlemaster's eyes. Content to hold the door open for those who would flee the tyranny of the Sith. But who would not raise so much as a finger to aid those currently suffering.
In Aaran's mind, if the greatest flaw of the New Jedi Order was recklessness and zealotry. Then the greatest failing of the other Jedi was their fear and pride. Fear of the Sith and too proud to dirty their hands with the grim work needed to fight a merciless enemy. At least the New Order, with all their flaws were willing to admit their mistakes and try to be better.
The Sith in their current form had been a threat on a Galactic sale for over a decade. It was only now that the line was being drawn. When the new generation finally stood their ground and said, 'No more.' When their former servants found the strength of will to throw off their shackles and rally around the banner of Irveric Tavlar.
Speaking of the Lord Imperator. While Aaran could respect the man in many regards. His drive, tactical brilliance and willingness to fight for what he believed in until the bitter end. He still found the General to be incredibly unsettling to be in the same room with. Maybe it was because he was Force Dead. A blank spot in an otherwise luminous universe. A void in his metaphysical senses where a man should stand.
But that was only one factor of his concerns. If the most favourable outcome happens. If through this alliance the Sith are crippled to the point where they will need to scuttle back into the shadows for another few generations. What will happen then? The New Imperial Order was a nation born from conflict. So many of them were forged in the fires of war. They only knew how to fight, how to wage war.
He wondered if they ever considered what shape their own Empire would take during a time of peace. Would they even know what to do with themselves once the fighting stopped?
But that could be a question raised later, instead he simply leaned forward in his chair. Eyes never leaving the representatives of the New Imperial Order. He would let others take charge, those with silver tongues and minds of steel. Keep his own opinions close to his chest. And consider just how he could best uphold this fragile peace between the two powers.
NJO: Auteme | Ryv | Tom Kovack | Aelys | Zaavik Perl
NIO: Irveric Tavlar | Lucien Dooku | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Enlil | Okkeus Dainlei
GA: Adhira Chandra | Faith Organa | Julius Loghain
Others: Jend-Ro Quill
All that did was sow discord. To add fuel to a fire that everyone here was trying to control. He found himself agreeing with the Imperials, if only slightly. It took an impressive amount of hubris to act like the Jedi Master did. TO so easily call out the actions of others at such a crucial juncture while remaining apart from it.
Before this meeting, the wizened Master was one that Aaran held in the highest esteem. But through that simple speech. He proved himself no better than so many of the Silver Jedi. So eager to condemn the younger generation for admittedly rash actions. But at the same time, refusing to offer guidance, counsel and support.
Now the esteemed master had fallen to the same level of those in the Silver Jedi Concord in the Battlemaster's eyes. Content to hold the door open for those who would flee the tyranny of the Sith. But who would not raise so much as a finger to aid those currently suffering.
In Aaran's mind, if the greatest flaw of the New Jedi Order was recklessness and zealotry. Then the greatest failing of the other Jedi was their fear and pride. Fear of the Sith and too proud to dirty their hands with the grim work needed to fight a merciless enemy. At least the New Order, with all their flaws were willing to admit their mistakes and try to be better.
The Sith in their current form had been a threat on a Galactic sale for over a decade. It was only now that the line was being drawn. When the new generation finally stood their ground and said, 'No more.' When their former servants found the strength of will to throw off their shackles and rally around the banner of Irveric Tavlar.
Speaking of the Lord Imperator. While Aaran could respect the man in many regards. His drive, tactical brilliance and willingness to fight for what he believed in until the bitter end. He still found the General to be incredibly unsettling to be in the same room with. Maybe it was because he was Force Dead. A blank spot in an otherwise luminous universe. A void in his metaphysical senses where a man should stand.
But that was only one factor of his concerns. If the most favourable outcome happens. If through this alliance the Sith are crippled to the point where they will need to scuttle back into the shadows for another few generations. What will happen then? The New Imperial Order was a nation born from conflict. So many of them were forged in the fires of war. They only knew how to fight, how to wage war.
He wondered if they ever considered what shape their own Empire would take during a time of peace. Would they even know what to do with themselves once the fighting stopped?
But that could be a question raised later, instead he simply leaned forward in his chair. Eyes never leaving the representatives of the New Imperial Order. He would let others take charge, those with silver tongues and minds of steel. Keep his own opinions close to his chest. And consider just how he could best uphold this fragile peace between the two powers.
NJO: Auteme | Ryv | Tom Kovack | Aelys | Zaavik Perl
NIO: Irveric Tavlar | Lucien Dooku | Caarlyle Rausgeber | Enlil | Okkeus Dainlei
GA: Adhira Chandra | Faith Organa | Julius Loghain
Others: Jend-Ro Quill
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