Obsidian Butterfly

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

He had found it to be quite a good night, Alema was many things but she was skilled in making sure nothing disturbed the ship itself. He woke up and could sense Sera moving around bu the jedi master didn't rush, he took his time and the spirit within the ship was delaying him he could tell. Not being in an obtrusive way but more she was bogging him down with questions about the likes of Minerva and Elayne, Una and Keiko.... he had a bad habit with some of his students... they turned out to be from worlds that were a lot more dangerous. "Oh oh oh tell me about Keiko, I somewhat remember her from the information... she lured you to her homeworld and then tried to."

"She tried to use me to be a clan father to her own house. It was very.... nice as an offer but I couldn't leave the jedi or stay there. The Seoul people were decimated and their world poisoned so they went out and brought home the strongest males and females to create new clans and homes." The spirit seemed to be understanding and going on with more questions. "Oh and what about Elayne Hawke?" He figured something was happenign when he finally got ot open the door and could smell food being cooked. A raised eyebrow under the sah. "She is a Dathomiri witch who wanted a mate that was strong in the force to give her strong daughters."

"Oh and did you." He arrived looking at the table where food had been laid out and spoke. "No we did not, Elayne is a lovely girl and a friend who taught me force magics.... that is all." He said it though sitting down and being served food was something he wasn't used to. "THank you for this it smells delicious." The spirit snickered to herself and disappeared while he was eating. He finished it and made sure things were clean when Sera returned and the jedi master stood there with a look on his face. "Thank you." He walked over checking out parts of the ship but he made an effort to look her up and see how she looked... not really seeing but it sometimes made people feel better.

"The prisoners were enemies of the empire originally once upon a time but now it is mostly there for different governments. As far as I know they haven't been using the bombs again just keeping them there and mobile."

 

[Sera Inkari]

As fun as that beautiful banter was. Our priestess missed most of it, only hearing the faintest parts of their conversation. She had not developed the same sort of rapport with Alema yet. There was envy, a bubbling kind of envy inside his student for people capable of interpersonal relationships, but it was fleeting and passed soon enough. Maybe not a rapport, but the start of a trust. The fact the ship had helped her keep him busy so she could make breakfast, Alema received a quiet. “Thank you Alema,” of her own. Before Sera entered to where he had been eating.

"Pancakes and tea." There was never a Sith Lord Sera Inkari had made breakfast for, if there had of been, she doubted it would have been pancakes and tea. The thought brightened her face.

When Syn said thank you to her, she bowed her head. Old habits. The new Jedi Jewel Robes were more comfortable than the old Kintan desert robes, and they marked a break or at least peace within that aspect of herself. Sera looked ready. Outwardly in high spirits. Brighter than before, dark around the eyes, but her skin and hair were more natural, carrying her saber and an orange wrist attachment. If Syn was looking through the force, he’d see cuts and rips in the aura around the ribs and the chest. The ribs were especially painful to look at. The physical body was fine, apart from her skin burns which she had not yet let go of or allowed to heal. Sometimes people needed the pain or scars to remember. Her lung was of course still missing so her breathing was more pronounced.

So many imperial remnants, she’d lost track. Once fighting to defend one around Artisia a very long time ago, trying to save it from chaotic rimworld forces. Both empire’s and memories of them long crumbled to dust. Like most do. She was quiet because she was farseeing. Eyes closed and drifting off into the currents. Not here except in body. If she saw anything she did not mention it. She would see many things, hundreds of possibilities of what was ahead, thousands if she was there long enough. They wove together like strands of likely outcomes, the biggest of which was the most likely for them to experience on their journey.

As she opened her eyes, “What do you feel the problem is there?” she was ready and would follow him. A less fractured priestess than when they’d first landed, certainly than before he’d met her. As soon as their ship touched down, she'd be right behind him.

[member="Syn"]​

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

Everything was there and set up as the ship continued through hyperspace and came out with a small snap. He could see into the force and look at her from across the ship as in the distance there was a shifting. The wreckage-prison Accresker Jail was set up with two ships hauling it literally through hyperspace and far out around the galaxy. From the unknown regions to patrolling Tof space in case they got a little murder happy. The jedi master was standing there as the approached one of the docking bays that had been opened for them to arrive. Arya was something big here, where tshe mostly kept prisoners humanely under guard in broken and cannibalized ships. She stepped out and the older woman was there, a Fallanassi elder... she was older looking, skin pale, hair silvery white and down over her shoulders. She was smaller then him and wrapped her arms around him and he lifted her up lightly then set her down as they were walking. "Welcome, we've worked to keep most things in check but there were some things left behind."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Peaceful wasn’t the word, tempered was Sera’s reaction to the elder, she bowed her head in greeting, continuing inward after them. The Priestess walked into the waking dream ahead, with steadier steps than before, more grounded. Her eyes searching ahead rather than her senses needing to, it was slow progress. Like the small steps which she took upon the ground. Welcome. She dipped her head lightly. There was much that looked odd about the prison to many visitors no doubt, but she’d lived and scavenged for survival in far worse than this. Its rubble a mountain of daggers and worse to climb.

It seemed the wider galaxy was more peaceful than ever. Content to be infinite Empires as she had foreseen would one day happen when the galaxy tired of war. Yet here in this place small pocket of damaged futures remained, as inside of her they lay shattered. Things that would not fix, or could not be changed. “You cannot cage it all,” Sera said metaphorically if they could there would be no reason for the guards. That statement was the most One Sith she’d been for several days, it was blunt, stated as fact. Cold and uncompromising. Not said to anyone in particular, more an expression of latent anger. Hostility from times before, wanting to rebound again.

If anyone looked, she looked away. It was not going to be so simple for her to let go of the need to declare enemies, for violence, and strife to shape the future. Everything felt at a slow pace, calming to a steady beat. There was no place for her fire within such calm waters. Troubled thoughts, feeling, she spoke none of these. Following quietly, which was an improvement on her previous conduct.

[member="Syn"]​

 

[Syn]

[member="Sera Inkari"]

The Fallanassi looked at her. "No you can't but there are some people that might not be deserving of killing but can't be considered viable in society. In times past my people would have trapped them within an illusion, a box they couldn't escape and replaying would be their crimes." She said it as a matter of fact, they had no malice in it but they didn't kill, the jedi normally wouldn't kill unless they had to and execution was something they didn't go for... Arya stopped and opened one of the doors as the control room showed sections of the prison where the ships had been welded and sealed together. "THis prison though can serve well, each has their little kingdom, their little area that has been added to and the mass moves with the aid of the ships around the outer rim and unknown regions away from civilizations. Since it is towed by larger ships there isn't a proper navigational computer to prevent an escape. The jedi master though stood there and was reaching out with the force to search the prison and he could feel it.. then saw it. "A shimmer." She remained where he was but was looking towards it in the force and then it was nothing. "THere is something here that uses the force."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Chapter 3. Sera, Sith and Syn. Self made cages were always more powerful than bars.
Syn​

While here and now Master and Apprentice focused on the immediate problem, time had past in its own way elsewhere. Latent anger was there previously and she was beginning to understand why this was more than just an angsty sith temper tantrum, it was...

Something had struck his student. Something horrible. Kintan was on fire. She felt it and gave a gasp of air. Saying nothing, her duties here., her duties, her old order was burning. Cages! Cages. They all should be in cages. Sera folded her hands together across her stomach, gripping them tightly. The Jedi might not kill, they may prefer to cage, she only felt uncertainty magnified.

Seeking grounding, seeking something, then suspicion came. If maybe Syn had intended to cage her here if things had gone differently? Emotions were high for Sera right now, an entire world in flames was hard to process. She didn’t doubt him, not really, but there was anger and a sense of helplessness reaffirmed. His student who was still some way from being able to think of others first, or being free of the sith grip or sure of who she was, wanted to get in a ship and kill every sith on Kintan, there was no attempt to hide that desire. The narcissistic side of her was fully shoved in her face.

Decorum won out in the end. Dogma. Faith. She had faith in him. When she looked to Syn , she had faith, a sense of grounding and almost adoration. So when she spoke she didn’t hide her emotion, didn’t hide the anger or the despair at the images that had just entered her mind. “I want to help. I want to do something. Anything. Show me what I can do.” Sera’s voice affirmed with some strength, she wasn’t helpless, she would never be helpless. It was a difficult mix within her of narcissism at needing to change things she could not change for herself, and a desire to never be helpless before those same things for herself.

 

[Syn]

Sera Inkari

he was listening to her and there was everything. The jedi master allowed his senses to expand outwards as he was sensing or trying to sense what she was. The jedi master allowed himse4lf to sense her anxiety... maybe was that it as she seemed to be struggling with what was happening and he stood there tall and still for a moment. His voice coming out carefully controlled and as soothing as he could make it. "Helping those you can is important... but sometimes the only thing you can do is wait and see. The world will be there but rushing will change little as you still have to travel. ou just run the greater risk of not having what you need when you get there."

He looked at her and waited for protesting or something... he knew how it sounded but age and time gav patience few others could see... rushing to save a place without bringing things without all of the information could put more people in danger depending on the situation and he wasn't about to send her to do that. The brden at the state she was now could end up being a lot harder if she wasn't careful. He moved finally. "I will not stop you from going to help but I will caution you. Be careful and trust in both the force and yourself. Other jedi will likely be there and it will not be something others understand. I know Syd Celsius is one of the few I trust in some cases."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Syn

Syn's student paced in front of him, there was a danger of protest or outburst. He read her well. For a time she simmered. “I selfishly want to make them all pay. For me.” She admitted, but the voice was level. “I want to visit every sith that burned my world and kill them all. For me.” Her voice was dangerously level. A Jedi would never say this she thought, but the benefit of his teaching was her being honest. Not fighting the anger meant it was in the open, there was no sith outburst, or danger of emotion going awry, and in the end there was relief she’d told him.

“Why do I think killing is the first choice or a good choice?” Why did her mind go there over and over and over. Was it all the hate that she’d received and given over the years, all the bile she felt in her stomach for those who disagreed with her dogma. Disagreed? Her world was burning and she was thinking about disagreements with old dogma or ideas she once had. A shouting match with an old enemy, who she still wanted to see hurt or someone who had stolen from her once, who she wanted to see killed.

“I am not ready to go.” She knew as much. “We need to be here.” She had a distance to go before she was ready to go face Jedi, let alone Sith that had just set her homeworld aflame and probably killed some of her friends. “Please. Let’s do this here, let’s help here.” She needed him again, AND again she hated relying on someone else, not used to it, not knowing this was how people were every day. They relied on each other, they formed relationships, they didn’t run from them or burn them every time life got hard. That void in her chest was still a chasm where personal connections or emotions usually were.

 

[Syn]

"Because it has a permanence... a finality to it." The jedi master looked at Sera Inkari and spoke with a look on his face while she paced back and forth with the jedi master stayig there. She seemed sure and surprised with herself. She seemed sure what she wanted to do but then surprised when she realized it... and he had no judgement to offer. it had taken a long time for him to get from that place for himself.... He had taken time and he spoke. "At times the fact your thoughts will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. You are changing. You are learning." He looked toward her.

"You are not going to have all of the answers right away or all of the control this is something that comes with wisdom and wisdom comes from experience... It is not a replacement for it." He said it now looking at her and moved to stand behind her. "You were of the darkside, you reveled in it, you felt powerful and strong... but tell me. What power does the darkside have, what lesson does it teach that isn't to break your shackles and earn the freedom of action and thought that those of the lightside have? They fight, they bleed, they kill to unshackle themselves while their counterparts are free but have the ultimate tool. Self control so you can think the best way is to kill and end the life but have the willpower and control to not do such a thing."

She was still here though and he was remaining there for the moment as he spoke. "It's never what we want to hear from our masters... and if they give in to what we think we want... Then we like it even less." He offered a soft tight lipped smile though while moving thtrough the area. Helping out here could help them and keep her focused. It was important but if you rushed towards every incident in the galaxy you would never stop or never be able to keep up.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Permanence. An end to it and finality. If they were dead she would never experience this again, Sera understood that is what she wanted selfishly, but she understood that was an illusion too. “And experience will always happen.” While he spoke of it helping her, she’d just realised how much she feared it, putting a negative toward even living itself. Probably why she had been so ready to sacrifice herself before their bargain with their force creature.

Raising her chin, his apprentice showed a nugget of her previous grace in her walk, a fraction of self-control. “Sometimes we hurt when we don’t act. Guilt.” She admitted again, lowering her blue eyes. Guilt that drove her to think about extremes, or picture in her mind what she would do if faced with choices again that she didn’t take. She had wept on that of late.

The ground around them heated up as they talked, latent emotion outward from her.

Listening and agreeing, then smiling back up to him, some color in her cheeks. Agreeing with almost all of it. It took awhile before she brought it up, their journey would take them further into the prison before she spoke again, and only when there was space and privacy to do so.

“You are wrong Syn.” She used his familiar name. He'd said most wouldn’t want to hear it. She wanted to hear it from him, to have it all spelled out free of stigma or dogma. “I needed to hear that truth from you.” Having someone else say confirm what was going on inside of her, that others thought of ending a life when the pain was great enough, when that void inside was trodden on enough or beaten enough, yet chose not to. Knowing that meant she didn’t feel so alone or broken. Maybe she was less broken than she thought?

She wished she had advice for him, to return something to him or to offer something in return, but he’d done such a good job of teaching her that anything which came to her, she was answering inside herself. Every so often she would try to form a word and then stop... almost say something and then pause... she shook her fiery locks of hair and grinned wide, her blue eyes showing a bit of joy in them.

Syn

 

[Syn]

Sera Inkari

He walked with her and nodded as she wanted him to continue to speak only truths to her and well there was something he knew. "Those who live ,ust act on the place of those who have died. You are alive... you can do much and can continue to always act but... guilt is a dangerous thing. We shouldn’t blame ourselves for bad things that happened to us. Sometimes, no matter what we do, we are victims of the circumstances.” He held up a hand with a smirk on his face. The dead don't desire revenge, that is an illusion generally of the living to justify their actions." Barring sith ghosts but that was because they needed the hate to continue on living in a sense.

The jedi master though was speaking more broadly and except for the rare few... he had noticed the living put more on what the dead wated or cared about... the dead had no need for revenge... they were dead... they were gone. "If fighting could provide us with the truth, nobody would make any mistakes in their lives. A person’s life is not that easy. The truth you must learn from yourself, from how you live your life." He wanted her to find more purpose then just goig after the next thing to fight... if anything there should be a purpose and here in the prison here as it opened up into the hanger bay of one ship lined with wrecked smaller fighters converted into homes.

 

[Sera Inkari]

Wisdom wasn’t earned or won, lived. Experiences she could have had, she had been isolated from, like many Jedi alone in their meditations trying to decipher life from solitude, only hers were self-imposed Sith exile sticking to her Dogma and Oaths. Her old Masters will. Flaws aplenty to go around in a pile of dogmas or beliefs that people cloaked themselves within.

She understood him, the dead did not want you acting out in their name. She was understanding more as their weeks and months progressed that she acted for herself not others when she chose to act on her own emotion alone, without a word from another. A grand notion of a war of seers, or some grander will of the force was a cloak for what Sera Inkari the sith had wanted. Though it was “not always the dead we owed things to,” or felt like she did.

Next. Fighting. Listening, hanging on his counsel. Brighter of eyes, the temperature around them faded more toward the room norms. More purpose than the next fight, he’d actually skipped ahead to thinking on her future, and showed again he thought on it or cared. She touched his arm as they walked again, and released, saying nothing. What was there but the next challenge or fight? The former Sith honestly didn’t know. One more wall, or one more barrier to hit against, wasn’t that life?

Wrecked smaller fighters, and homes. Reminded her of where Syn had found her, where the One Sith militia forces had camped out in trenches or makeshift shacks of old, run-down and disremembered. There was a twinge of GUILT again, but this guilt was for others from her past that had chosen to live in those cramped spaces, with their homes falling down around them as refugees clinging to old ideas. She wanted to say maybe those here just needed Syn to speak to them, as he had to her, but she knew it was never so easy, you weren't ready till you were ready.

Looking across the hangar, Sera wondered if any chose to live here to protect others, or if they all were prisoners safer here than outside. She wanted to ask if this place would have been her fate if she turned on him. It almost already had been her fate when he found her, so it would not be unimaginable a horror. Keeping her hands folded back within her robes, and studying those within these makeshift homes. "Can they be rehabilitated?"

Syn

 

[Syn]

Sera Inkari

He was looking at her as she asked about it and he thought about it speaking with a nod sort of. "I hope they can be." No that wasn't exactly tru... he wanted it to be possible.. it had been possible for him as far as he knew and it continued to be but there wasn't a one size fit all for it. No if anything it required a lot of work and continued effort... it required a great deal of character for what you might be trying to do. "If they can be then it will take wor.. this environment is meant to hold them without much in the way of teaching them. of reforming them... They need a means to have a life after they get out rather then just being told get by."

The jedi master stopped and looked at some of them... one of them a larger herglic who was mostly keeping to himself... another a female falleeen with her jade colored skin gleaming and clothing in tatters. The jedi master walked over to them and the herglics voice boomed as he stood up and was still taller then the jedi master with him looking up. "What brings jedi here?" He said it with that edge of threat one could get but the jedi master himself was watching and raised an eyebrow checking him over and spoke. "You are quite a mountain aren't you... we are here to help as it were if we can. If not then we are more then happy to continue on."

 

[Sera Inkari]

There was a certain grey mundane factor to seeing people, criminals or not living their lives out of converted fighter craft that wouldn’t fly again. Away from society they were, but wasn’t everyone hidden or living their own lives unable to venture too far out of their routines? Future currents were uncertain most of all here, day in day out one more brick in the wall for the inmates, she wanted to see ahead in their futures, and almost had to resist once more that pull to know more. Curiosity. A wish to help? Maybe for her just a wish to know.

Faced with this grim but real version of life. A perspective our dogmatic priestess often lacked. Sera was pausing at the doorway, a means to a life afterwards was as important as the incarceration? Yes. How did you give people a life? Part of her wanted to burn inside out even now at this late date, burn everything around her in a flame. Only it would hurt others. That she would hurt him, or the other prisoners somewhere in the fallout. Rebuilding was always harder than living.

Thoughts moved from selfish introspection and self-loathing toward those around her. Sweeping her robes to her side, Inkari knelt down to unfold something, a small number of rations. Not much to taste, but enough to feed families for a time. She waited for Syn to offer but gently unfolded the packaging ready, like she was unwrapping a present or service for the large alien ahead of them.

Kintan's priestess felt at home here in the rubble, in this emptiness of mundane life. Lego bricks one by one built, with no idea as to why, or feeling attached to the action. No dogma, duty or code to live by. Going through the motions. That’s how this place felt to our priestess, and how she felt. Syn had done well to bring her here, maybe to find something among the debris. A real representation of a grim, real and shattered life, not just the one she carried with her selfishly to indulge in.

“Do you have family?” She asked the Herglic and then the same question to the Falleen.

Syn

 

[Syn]

Sera Inkari

The jedi master was standing there and listening to Sera as he wanted to see what she could or would do without prompting. Food and questions... looking to try and get them on her side and while he might be old and semi cynical about it he did want these people to get out and make a better life for themselves. The Falleen spoke as she took one of the cubes and put it into her mouth. She was looking at Sera and spoke. "I did, then sith came and arrested many of us. When we got sent here we had a riot and several were killed. False imprisonment is one thing but killing people is not helpful so I got to stay here and moved to the low security area."

The jedi master had known a few of them but not all of them and the herglic spoke. "I was a librarian at the jedi temple, then I snapped the neck of some people who came in trying to steal information for someone... I was deemed to violent to stay outside." He said it and puffed his chest up but the jedi master crossed his arms while listening and pointed out. "This is a low security area, they can walk around and aside fromt he hanger bay with the few ships.. mostly don't have to be on lockdown but that means they are also the ones most looked atin case things are smuggled in." He knew the food would attract more and some came to get a piece of what had been laid out for them.

 

[Sera Inkari]

To hear others stories was healing in its own way, she felt less like an isolated piece, hearing others who had been through the same. Snapped, and used violence, or rioted, understanding that’s why Syn her brought her here, even if she was too caught up in their stories right now to think that through.

“I burned people alive.” Sera said to them both. Continuing to unfold her small ration gifts. “Watched as the Emperors enemies perished.” She was where she belonged in this place. “Lived those strands of time where we have no control,” momentary lapses that dangerous people could fall into. So calm though, too calm as she recounted. There had been tears before now on his ship in their journeys, and a release, but there was numbness, emptiness, rubble.

Behind them a pile of decaying old wood lit, to keep those around them warm. Hearing Syn speak of how they could roam, smugglers, not so different to regular life. Maybe she belonged here. The Falleen prisoner gave her a small carved rock in return for the food, she looked the simple gift over. Not much for extravagance or expensive things. That gesture. In amongst the rubble said a lot of building with what you had.

Sera looked up to Syn, and calmly said, “can you imprison me here?” Her Master might not have been expecting that. There was no other place in the galaxy she felt like she belonged more than here, unless.. maybe with him, maybe her place was with him? There was conflict, they could achieve so much. That conflict and knot and it had come up before in their time together. She used to seek out Masters or causes to tie herself to for grounding, as a farseer lacked any sense of self.

Overcoming the stigma in her mind of old coping mechanisms to find a sense of duty and purpose greater than the next fight, battle or challenge was hard. It was like treading on that rubble of her life or duty that she used to hide within, denying any sense of control as it fell, and saying hey, this is what you were supposed to be building.

"Do you ever feel like you get in your own way Master?"

Syn

 

[Syn]

"Maybe." He said it as the only answer standing there and had his arms crossed over his chest. watching and observing the others as he didn't need to turn to see the others who were coming. Some for the food and some because there was fire around them now. "There is little I can do, whatever prison your mind imagines is far far worse and while one might never be able to atone for their past it is a duty to try and help the living. Even if you can only make one persons life better." The jedi master was trying to see all of it in the force until he was moving and stood next to her. Looking at the food and the ones who might be hungry. "Sometimes the best way to solve your own problems Sera is to help solve anothers. You have helped them here even if only a little and gained some insight to yourself. If you believe you should be here... sealed away from others who you might be able to help int he galaxy. It is not my place to say otherwise but I can tell you that it would take away much good you might do."

 

[Sera Inkari]

Selfish thoughts and introspection was halted at the thought of being sealed away, what good was a longer life if she wasted it. The Kintanian stopped thinking about herself, her problems, her life, her self loathing or what punishment she felt she deserved and nodded with some of that old grace she once had.

Over the next few minutes, Sera was trying her best to arrange things, clean up rocks, fold blankets, keep the fire warm. Even found a broom! Which might be a first, sweeping around Syn's feet or even over them for fun. Until the dusty floor only had one layer of dust rather than two. She wasn’t much of a builder, or a talker, not really. Unless it was some sermon with a fiery backdrop and a lot of chanting. Could there be chanting? Probably not. She looked at Syn smiling to herself, saying nothing.

Giving one of the refugees’ her shawl she often wore, it wasn’t much but it was warm to put around their necks. One of the older refugee’s who had come noticed the book she carried, a small thing in her robes tied with a piece of cord. Sera couldn’t part with that but promised to read a passage, it talked of deserts, water, Kintan and the value of sharing to the community so people cared enough to call it home, but keeping enough for yourself to survive the harsher winters.

The book had many things in it that were not so charitable for her travels before, and she wondered about tossing the older reminder into the fire, resting it beside her. Sitting across from the flames, and back near where Syn was stood, folding her legs to her side she was ready to end the silence.

“What does it feel like to teach another?”

There were still the scars on her hands and face looking back at him, but he might feel or know she no longer wanted them, unlike before she didn’t want to be the wound. To feel like the wound. With that thought the old dogmatic book went straight into the fire, a puff of some and ash going with it.

.

..

…

Panicking at the loss of her written dogma, Sera tried to get the book out of the flames, ending up with a half-burned text, that she pulled free with her stick. Sitting there poking the burned book with the end of the twig, to see if it would suddenly have the answers she sort.

Syn

 

[Syn]

The jedi master was feeling the force.. was feeling the others around them even though Sera Inkari was like a beacon in it. Her thoughts powerful, her presence screaming for all of his attention but he waited there. She had her mind racing and he continued to look at the others who had come and gotten food then went back to their ships and homes as best it could be considered. He knew a little could go a long way here but as Sera seemed to come to something he finally turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow moving quickly and crouched next to her placing a hand on her shoulders. "Your mind is like an air raid siren, screaming throughout the hanger bay here Sera. What has come to your mind that causes such.... distress."

 

[Sera Inkari]

In her mind.
“To teach. We have to tell people what is right for them.” Sera said to Syn as if he were her student, like she was back at her own temple in the desert in the middle of nowhere preaching to convert others. All the while her own Dogma was burning ahead of them “Keep them safe from their own bad choices.” Poking the text with her stick she gave up the prodding of the embers. “So they don’t end up Sith.”

In reality.
“My minds all bells?” She teased. She didn’t really believe what she thought, leaning her head against his hand. So she didn’t say any of it, grateful he'd reached out. He might get an impression from her thoughts but every last word was withheld. “Hard letting go,” Sera remarked to Syn. Some of the prisoners had begun to squabble over the rations and she watched, talking about not letting go. They were arguing over who got what, her mind flashed back to watching the One Sith refugees, wanting to reach for her lightsaber and intervene. But that would be for her to feel better, not for them, and so she didn’t, she was learning from her Master. Sometimes selfish people needed to learn on their own, and so she watched them squabble to argue, selfish people like her too. Life taught even the best at hiding or cloaking themselves from it.

Although it was getting a bit cramped with the others huddling around the fire, she tried to feed it flames using the force to burn across the surface, so not to use up what little wood they had. Outside the gathering had grown to number maybe a dozen and a one had approached them both asking, “Sirs, Jedis, do you have any more?”

He was a young Mon Calamari in his teens, with a troubled history of violent outbursts, usually in space rather than in person, but seemed genuinely worn down with the experience of being here. His body looked on the frail side, like he wasn’t eating, out of choice and starving himself or someone was taking his food... There was a squid-like Quarren with him, larger and more aggressive who looked ready to take whatever was here the moment the Jedi left. “What he said.” The Quarren scoffed sarcastically, clearly someone who didn't want to be rehabilitated, and someone who probably spent most of his time in the tighter security wings of the prison. He looked a handful to be honest, and it was very likely he had fashioned a makeshift weapon under his clothes.

The force offering a potentially good way to show the difference of who wanted to be helped, and who was beyond it, appearing in front of them… how would Syn and Sera handle this?

Syn