The four of them headed into a nearby restaurant, at Arlo’s suggestion. As soon as they opened the door, Ishani’s nose was hit with the pleasant aroma of meat cooked in a unique spice blend. “
Good choice,” she remarked to Arlo, who snorted.
The discussion continued, though Iris was curiously silent compared to her master. Neither Arlo nor Ishani caught on that Valery was thousand of years old. They thought she meant she’d simply been taught in an older Jedi tradition.
Arlo rubbed his chin as Valery compared Mystics to the Jedi of old. Ishani feared it would sour the old man’s mood, but he surprised her.
“The difference is, it’s all that we do. Resist, suppress, and sever the Force.” Taking a seat at the counter, he leaned forward on his elbows. The hunched position pulled on the fabric of his tunic, making the outline of the fresh bandages around his torso more visible, as well as exposing some of the scar-strewn skin on his arms and the back of his neck. “No healing, no telekinesis, no telepathy. Sometimes exceptions are made for things that can’t be controlled, such as visions. We have a seer as Head Mystic right now.”
Though he didn’t come out and say it outright, the implication was that they couldn’t use the Force even to save others. If a building collapsed and was about to crush people, they couldn’t stop the stone from falling with telekinesis. If someone was dying from an injury, and they had no medical supplies, they couldn’t heal them with the Force. And so on, and so forth. The Potentium taught that if some people were going to die, it was better to let it happen than manipulate the Force in order to save lives.
It was certainly one of the more difficult things for Ishani to accept when she decided to join the Mystics. She’d become paranoid about having plenty of bacta on hand at all times, for one.
“
There’s, uh, some history of bad blood between Chaldea and the Jedi, too,” Ishani began. “
Recent history. Some Jedi participated in the Chaldean Civil War on the side that tried to overthrow the Potentium, and now that we've joined the Galactic Alliance, a lot of people are afraid that the Jedi will pull strings in the government to try and suppress the Potentium, or come here and recruit new members… even taking children from their families or from orphanages for training...”
She trailed off, looking down at the restaurant’s menu, but she was still watching the two Jedi out of the corner of her eye, half expecting a reaction from them. Her experience with the Jedi representatives who had come to Chaldea as diplomats hadn't been very promising, but these two weren't politicians, bureaucrats, or lobbyists trying to get their way or make a profit off of a planet's fear and desperation. Still, she didn't know how to interpret Iris' silence.