The Majority of People Hate Me

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kashyyyk​

852 ABY​

[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]​

​

He had been aquitted of the attempted murders.

He had never actually commited them, of course. The man he had been cloned from had apparently shot a padawan with no reason. Kei had been questioned by the Grand Master of the Silver Jedi Order who had eventually decided that he was innocent. She could believe that, but Kei knew that so many members of the so called Silver Jedi Order still judged him because he looked and sounded like the man who had shot their friend.

The Grand Master had also told him something else however. He was cloned with the same force sensitivity that the original Kei Raxis had. She had even brought out his file. Kei Raxis was never the strongest force user, he never had the strongest connection to the force but he was a master at things he chose to spend his time refining. It was possible that the clone could also master the abilities of the force.

And so he had been assigned to the best master.

Or, apparently the best master.

He may of been the worst. Kei had sort of switched off, he was trying so hard to access the memories of the original Kei. They were still there, he knew for a fact that they were. He didn't know why he couldn't access them, why they had been locked away from him. Perhaps he never needed them, that would make sense if he was never of supposed to have survived. But why leave him with the fighting memories?

Kei had accepted that he would become a number within The Silver Jedi Order. He was replacing a Jedi Knight who had gone rogue. The Silver Jedi had technically lost no-one because Kei was filling the hole. They would still have the same number of active members roaming the galaxy and doing Jedi things. He didn't know what those Jedi things were though. No-one had actually told him what it meant to be a Jedi.

A good question.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

[member="Kei Garnik"]

This was quite the interesting case.

This Padawan he had been assigned, he was apparently a clone of a Knight they'd once lost. One who'd committed great crimes. Or something like that. Josh wasn't keen on the details, all he knew was that the Silver Jedi Order had entrusted this clone to him to train. That he could do, he supposed. So Kei was assigned to meet this new Master of his in a room within the new Silver Jedi Temple, where he waited.

Josh faced away from him, sitting down, legs crossed, in deep meditation... Trying to find his thoughts on what to do on the matter. He had questions, of course. But he would ask them in due time. He appeared to sense his presence as he entered the room, then. With that, he would stop, his head tipping back up before he would un-cross his legs and move to his feet, before spinning his heel and moving to face him.

"You must be Kei Raxis. I am Master DragonsFlame. You have been brought here because you wish to learn the Jedi arts. Understand that this will not be an easy task" He would warn straight off. "It will require a high degree of focus, dedication and a lot of time and patience. If you do not think you can handle this, then you are free to turn and walk away, I will not judge you. This path is not for everybody. If you think you can handle that, then I will teach you, and teach you well, I will. I will not stop teaching you until you are ready to venture out on your own."

He decided to use his given name, instead of referring to him solely as a clone. He did not care about the clone thing, only that a man named Kei Raxis stood in front of him. If he had a new name he would like to use, he could voice it and he would use it.

"Do you have any questions?"