We all fall in parallel
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He left Coruscant behind only a day prior. Kashyyyk was a long haul, especially on the established public transit which admittedly wasn't much in spite of the friendly terms between the two Superpowers. Commenor was first, and the connecting flight was bumpy and if he'd blinked he would have missed the exchange. The last neck of the flight was one not taken often by those other than the Jedi. Amenities were threadbare at best, given the Jedi proclivity to eschew luxury. Sans any gripes that the Padawan had, the time that he made was better than it could have been. It was no small wonder that the girl he'd come to visit had taken flight and never looked back.
More specifically,
Aveline Cuiléin
was a pilot. Before all else, perhaps, she was a Jedi; but he heard that she'd been wounded on Korriban. His sources were scant, and he hadn't gone to her Jedi Master to confirm, but that was no reason to believe that the information was faulty. A great span of time had passed since that battle, one that they both took part in. Taku thought that they would have seen each other, but now he understood why they had not.
The New Jedi Order's crusade into Sith space drew him further and further away from where his life as a Jedi began. He thought to never look back, but Ziost had given him grim clarity. He needed to see everything, black, white, and shades of grey. The people he left behind in pursuit of "destroying the darkness" were precious friends, and they held vital memories to recapturing the essence of who he was. Evil shattered his direction, but the light had robbed him of his sense of self. No one was right in this insane holy war, one fought for the spirit of the Galaxy. Those who called themselves Keepers of the Peace now sought to take away any chance at it for an entire civilization. What he believed the Order to be was suddenly laid bare, exposed as wrong.
The Silver Jedi had not done enough; but the New Jedi Order had gone too far.
The truth, he learned, was somewhere in the middle. Not simply between darkness and light, but between bright light and dim. The Galaxy thrived in that place, in a world where it didn't matter if the light shone over austerity or shadows obscured the truth. People were liars. People cheated and stole to get ahead. Some people even climbed high on the futility and suffering of others. It fell to Takui to make the decision about what he should be. No more could he conveniently fall in line with the last wish of his mother. If the Jedi were so far flung from what they once were, he wasn't suited to be one at all.
But that conversation was for later, after all was said and done. He had to correct some of the awful mistakes he had made along the path; if there was any way to do that at all. There was a chance that he had fully burnt the bridge that he took to get to where he was. Takui couldn't blame anyone but himself. As he pushed through the doorway into the Silver Rest, he looked around. It was still as he remembered: a beautiful sanctuary where those who took up the mantle of Jedi could be at ease when not in the line of duty.
Light filtered in from above, guiding the way toward the courtyard. He remembered the first time he'd met her quite by accident. Aveline was a pretty girl, but more, she was confident and kind. By far, she was further along the path than he'd come, even now. Takui had learned something of holding back his feelings, even if he could not fully mask them. He put on a smile and withheld himself as he walked along, still reeling from all the things he felt from the world around him.
He knelt in a brilliant ray of light and bowed his head. "At times, you can be even more blinding than the dark side, can't you?" he asked, not of any one being in particular. There was a harshness to the accusation divergent to the softness of the words. "It's the pride of mankind that drives us to do horrible things, not you; but you're a pretty convenient scapegoat. If you're all-knowing, and you flow through everything, why don't you stop us?"
When no answer came, the youth let out a mirthless chuckle.
"...yeah, that's what I thought."
He left Coruscant behind only a day prior. Kashyyyk was a long haul, especially on the established public transit which admittedly wasn't much in spite of the friendly terms between the two Superpowers. Commenor was first, and the connecting flight was bumpy and if he'd blinked he would have missed the exchange. The last neck of the flight was one not taken often by those other than the Jedi. Amenities were threadbare at best, given the Jedi proclivity to eschew luxury. Sans any gripes that the Padawan had, the time that he made was better than it could have been. It was no small wonder that the girl he'd come to visit had taken flight and never looked back.
More specifically,
Aveline Cuiléin
was a pilot. Before all else, perhaps, she was a Jedi; but he heard that she'd been wounded on Korriban. His sources were scant, and he hadn't gone to her Jedi Master to confirm, but that was no reason to believe that the information was faulty. A great span of time had passed since that battle, one that they both took part in. Taku thought that they would have seen each other, but now he understood why they had not.The New Jedi Order's crusade into Sith space drew him further and further away from where his life as a Jedi began. He thought to never look back, but Ziost had given him grim clarity. He needed to see everything, black, white, and shades of grey. The people he left behind in pursuit of "destroying the darkness" were precious friends, and they held vital memories to recapturing the essence of who he was. Evil shattered his direction, but the light had robbed him of his sense of self. No one was right in this insane holy war, one fought for the spirit of the Galaxy. Those who called themselves Keepers of the Peace now sought to take away any chance at it for an entire civilization. What he believed the Order to be was suddenly laid bare, exposed as wrong.
The Silver Jedi had not done enough; but the New Jedi Order had gone too far.
The truth, he learned, was somewhere in the middle. Not simply between darkness and light, but between bright light and dim. The Galaxy thrived in that place, in a world where it didn't matter if the light shone over austerity or shadows obscured the truth. People were liars. People cheated and stole to get ahead. Some people even climbed high on the futility and suffering of others. It fell to Takui to make the decision about what he should be. No more could he conveniently fall in line with the last wish of his mother. If the Jedi were so far flung from what they once were, he wasn't suited to be one at all.
But that conversation was for later, after all was said and done. He had to correct some of the awful mistakes he had made along the path; if there was any way to do that at all. There was a chance that he had fully burnt the bridge that he took to get to where he was. Takui couldn't blame anyone but himself. As he pushed through the doorway into the Silver Rest, he looked around. It was still as he remembered: a beautiful sanctuary where those who took up the mantle of Jedi could be at ease when not in the line of duty.
Light filtered in from above, guiding the way toward the courtyard. He remembered the first time he'd met her quite by accident. Aveline was a pretty girl, but more, she was confident and kind. By far, she was further along the path than he'd come, even now. Takui had learned something of holding back his feelings, even if he could not fully mask them. He put on a smile and withheld himself as he walked along, still reeling from all the things he felt from the world around him.
He knelt in a brilliant ray of light and bowed his head. "At times, you can be even more blinding than the dark side, can't you?" he asked, not of any one being in particular. There was a harshness to the accusation divergent to the softness of the words. "It's the pride of mankind that drives us to do horrible things, not you; but you're a pretty convenient scapegoat. If you're all-knowing, and you flow through everything, why don't you stop us?"
When no answer came, the youth let out a mirthless chuckle.
"...yeah, that's what I thought."
