hesitation is defeat
SHATTERED
CORUSCANT | NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE
LIGHT THINKS IT TRAVELS FASTER THAN ANYTHING, BUT ITS WRONG
NO MATTER HOW FAST LIGHT TRAVELS
IT FINDS THE DARKNESS HAS ALWAYS GOT THERE FIRST,
AND IS WAITING FOR IT
Konrad Harrsk
His unpreparedness was temporary, and Konrad swiftly slipped back into the conditioned response she’d expected. While it felt out-of-the-box, she could feel conviction behind it. His training, from the Carp to the Shadows, was consistent. He’d found alignment after his graduation from the school of swords, wherein she’d only ushered in more and more confusion.While her ancestors had been Jedi, her father’s approach was significantly more abrasive than anything from his forefathers. At one time, he might have had more of an affinity for the religion, but once Inosuke had offended him and left the family, any respect for the Jedi had gone with him. Ishida’s outreach to the New Jedi Order had been somewhat rebellious, and that’s why her footing felt so uncertain.
Still, his deflection wasn’t worth correction. She only made a small noise of disagreement at the back of her throat and thumbed the hilt of her brother’s katana. The effort to talk through her family’s history and lifting the veil of intimacy was well out of her character.
Wanting the same thing was debatable. Her grip on wanting was tenuously held and greatly influenced. Her father had wanted an everlasting legacy, for her to be the best and a weapon of example, furthering his masterfulness. Under Michael Sardun ’s pedagogies, she wanted the extermination of darkness. With the New Jedi Order, they insisted on patience and redemption; hard to come to grips with that one. With Aiko Hayata , she encouraged a shark’s mindset and to honour tradition. Everything was conflicted, but if she tried hard enough, deeply reflected, there might have been an overlap, a sweet spot amidst all those opposing viewpoints.
It sounded like Konrad wanted to be at the forefront of order, and that New Age — whatever that was. Ishida, on the other hand…
...had to explore her options.
And the galaxy was full of them.
There were worlds of unknown moralities that she’d been sheltered from. How could she hope to be a just arbiter and executor if she was mono focused on the roots forged in Hebo, and the blinding light that had been instilled by her crusader instructor? There were two kinds of light -- the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures. And there was much she had yet to illuminate.
All she wanted, right now, what she really wanted, was a way to unite her bloodline, water-based or otherwise. To fix the hurt she’d felt reverberating from Qiy’on, Inosuke, all of them. If they could all be aligned, agreed on what they were to do, how they would operate, they’d be an impressive union. She would not be the heir to a broken family.
"I'm on the only side worthy of an Ashina,"
"Our tenants and virtues have their merits, but the truth of Ashina is itself, a lie."
A name that held no meaning, or had room for interpretation, had done a poor job of securing a legacy. If she were to inherit that, her decisions would have to bleed into a wider influence. Whatever she did next, had to be a selfish choice. Enough to make her influential, and get her closer to closing the chasm between her siblings.
The ache in her heart didn’t wane. The Order was more than a temple worth gesturing at. Inside that temple, that pile of dirt and stone were people that made others want to be better versions of themselves. Persons of patience and kindness, who, wherever they went, instilled hope through their actions. A weak foundation allowed for such fluidity.
Because if there's even a small chance to save them
"How can I help you?"
"But know that I intend to keep my promise regardless of which path you choose to follow in the end,"
And they were more forgiving, welcoming and redeeming than the supposed New Order — she could perceive that much without Konrad’s rhetoric.
Caught somewhere in the middle of the immense pressure applied by the past and the future, Ishida felt as though she had to elbow her way between the two opposing forces to make room for the present. The decisive hour.
After the attack on Coruscant, the Jedi would be focused on healing and helping. Not bad things, but not decisions that would get her back or closer to closing the gap with Qiy’on.
The bloodthirsty New Order, however, would probably be inserting themselves right into those Unknown Regions to puncture between the eyes of the enemy.
"I get it."
She tightened her grip on the hilt of the katana that had been in her leg and moved to tie it around her waistband; securing it to her person and lifted her eyes to meet Konrad’s dark stare. He’d clearly spent so much time in the shadows, that he forgot what the spotlight required.
“You clearly need my help.”
Aiko’s anecdotal advice took the fore of her recollection, and she paraphrased some of the mogul’s insights for the benefit of her childhood rival:“You would be more convincing if you spent more time boasting the merits of your order, your new age, rather than pointing out the inadequacies of another. You should be so sure that there’s no room for concern or comparison.”
ASHINA CLAN
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