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Ishani had been aboard Tribunal Station for long enough to know what a Je’daii was, and the more she learned, the more she found herself drawn to them. They allowed for alchemy and imbuement; they wielded Force-imbued blades; they were neutral in the Force, devoted to neither side; they were independent and made their home in a veritable fortress of a space station. All of these things appealed to her—she, who had been an alchemist, who had crafted a Force-imbued blade, who seemed destined to remain neutral, and who needed a safe place for her and her children to call home.
She hadn’t made it official yet, but she was leaning toward joining the Je’daii Order. If you’d asked her that just a week or two earlier, she’d have replied “Me, join another Force Order? Are you insane?” She had tried to be a Sith, tried to be a Jedi, and tried to be a Mystic. None of it had worked out for her. Philosophy and doctrine had long since ceased to concern her, nor did she have any investment in the conflict between Light and Dark. She only wanted the freedom to use the Force as she had in the past, without hurting anyone. If the Je'daii could offer that, she'd be happy to count herself among them.
Sitting in the gardens, she watched the kids playing in the grass. The red-haired twins Marcus and Eloise seemed to like it here, too. Really, what more could she ask for?
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