We all fall in parallel
Takui slumped and sank onto the floor, eyes vacant. His mind reeled as it failed to process everything that the collective just experienced. Some of them took it better than others, and Master Caltin doled out positivity to keep their spirits up, but the inexperienced Jedi still stared down at his bruised, bloody knuckles in horror and awe.
He had never been in a fight for his life. Taku had never fired a blaster at another person, stun or otherwise. In his youth he spent a surplus of time firing at small animals and targets, more interested in that than in some of the other studies his father laid out. Never did he think he would actually need to use it.
Taku hated the idea of killing someone, or at least, by and large he wanted to believe he could get by without violence. That was no longer his reality. He stared down at the stunned slave soldier, the one he had fired on, and he recognized that this situation was the norm for much of the known Galaxy.
He had read about it in books, seen it in the news, but the real impact came only once he lived it himself. His limited training as a Jedi made him useless next to the others. More than anything, he was unenthusiastic.
Beyond that, his small view of everything had shattered.
Taku tossed the blaster aside and cradled his head in his hands. The rest of the flight back to Kashyyyk, he would likely remain silent but for a few words- "yes," "no," "I'm fine."
He had a great deal to think about.
He had never been in a fight for his life. Taku had never fired a blaster at another person, stun or otherwise. In his youth he spent a surplus of time firing at small animals and targets, more interested in that than in some of the other studies his father laid out. Never did he think he would actually need to use it.
Taku hated the idea of killing someone, or at least, by and large he wanted to believe he could get by without violence. That was no longer his reality. He stared down at the stunned slave soldier, the one he had fired on, and he recognized that this situation was the norm for much of the known Galaxy.
He had read about it in books, seen it in the news, but the real impact came only once he lived it himself. His limited training as a Jedi made him useless next to the others. More than anything, he was unenthusiastic.
Beyond that, his small view of everything had shattered.
Taku tossed the blaster aside and cradled his head in his hands. The rest of the flight back to Kashyyyk, he would likely remain silent but for a few words- "yes," "no," "I'm fine."
He had a great deal to think about.
