The Mentor
The young Jedi Master would listen intently as she told her story. That explained a lot of things, he supposed. A Jedi only loosely affiliated with the Republic and the Jedi Order... Interesting. While he didn't feel that a Jedi, peacekeepers in his eyes, were meant for mercenary work, he doubted the Republic paid her enough to keep her afloat. He would respect that she had to do what she had to do in order to survive. You cannot save people if you're dead. He would take a drink of his own coffee as she finished her story.
"Interesting... A Jedi Academy Network? I've never heard one of those" He would admit. "Of course, I'm sort of on the outs in terms of galaxy news" He would admit again with a laugh. "You see, during the last days of my tenure on the Jedi Council, the Order began to.. Change. It's members, in particular. It sort of started with how our Grandmaster Selena Halcyon acted and carried herself. She seemed to care less about keeping peace and helping people, and more of just hunting down any dark side user under the moon, no matter their intention. As many know, her influence spread to the Republic and what happened with the Fringe was a travesty that I had to handle... Pretty much singlehandedly in negotiations as Selena had decided to fly the coop. So for quite some time we went without a Grandmaster, and I was hoping that would be the end of the whispers that had escalated of the Jedi Order changing... Becoming ruthless hunters, like Sith in Jedi Robes, like Sel was seen as. I hoped that would be the end. We all did. But... Then something I didn't expect happened. Others began to adopt those sentiments that I had wanted to expunge so badly, and eventually the Order as a whole began to change as more and more Jedi changed" He said with a sigh. This was not a tale he spoke of well.
"Eventually, I became Grandmaster. It was one of the happiest times of my life, even if short lived. I loved the Jedi Order so much that I was so excited to try and steer it in the right direction again. But as more people changed... The Order began to steer itself in a direction different then the one I was steering. When a large group of them finally rallied for me to step down, I felt that was what the Order as a whole felt at the time, and I stepped down because I thought that was what the Order wanted. That was a mistake, of course, and one I regret to this day. It's one of the times that I should have listened to Master Carn Dista and hardened my heart. I wanted what was best for the Order and thought I was doing what it wanted, but I should have been more strict"
"But.." He trailed off, shrugging. "No reason to cry over spilt milk. I watched the Order change from afar until finally I couldn't take it anymore and parted ways from the Republic and Jedi Order. After a time spent trying to find myself, I disappeared. I blended into the crowds and became one of the people. The people I had sworn to protect for so long. I was in the Order for about 11 years, unwavering in loyalty until it became something not even close to what I'd sworn my oaths to. It was time I laid my head down and rested, and truly found myself. As most of my friends had cut contact already, it was easy to cut contact with the rest of the galaxy and live alone for months and months. I heard nothing of the galaxies events until recently when I was hunted down and asked to help the Ession Reformation take down the One Sith" He would finish.
"So to cap the rather long winded story off, I have absolutely no idea what's going on these days" He would crack, chuckling. "But... I look forward to learning. To meeting new people, especially lovely looking ones such as yourself, Master Roberts" He would tease with a playful smile.
Of course, it seemed Jedi on Zeltros didn't go long without trouble. And trouble had just found them in the form of @Dûvain. It seemed that [member="Karen Roberts"] knew this man by how she reacted. "Ah, I was wondering when the peanut gallery would show up" The blonde haired Jedi Master would respond as he would mirror Karen in kicking his chair at the wall, his strength uncanny as it flew at high speeds and vanished into splinters as it collided. By the time the chair's splinters hit the ground, the Jedi Master was already in fighting stance, his single-hilt lightsaber out and ignited, the blue blade humming as it prepared to slice into the assailant.
"Ah, assassins. How I missed these" He would remark toward Karen with a small smile. "If we survive, maybe dinner would be safer then coffee" He would joke. But despite his joking demeanour, he was all serious when it came to battle.
"Interesting... A Jedi Academy Network? I've never heard one of those" He would admit. "Of course, I'm sort of on the outs in terms of galaxy news" He would admit again with a laugh. "You see, during the last days of my tenure on the Jedi Council, the Order began to.. Change. It's members, in particular. It sort of started with how our Grandmaster Selena Halcyon acted and carried herself. She seemed to care less about keeping peace and helping people, and more of just hunting down any dark side user under the moon, no matter their intention. As many know, her influence spread to the Republic and what happened with the Fringe was a travesty that I had to handle... Pretty much singlehandedly in negotiations as Selena had decided to fly the coop. So for quite some time we went without a Grandmaster, and I was hoping that would be the end of the whispers that had escalated of the Jedi Order changing... Becoming ruthless hunters, like Sith in Jedi Robes, like Sel was seen as. I hoped that would be the end. We all did. But... Then something I didn't expect happened. Others began to adopt those sentiments that I had wanted to expunge so badly, and eventually the Order as a whole began to change as more and more Jedi changed" He said with a sigh. This was not a tale he spoke of well.
"Eventually, I became Grandmaster. It was one of the happiest times of my life, even if short lived. I loved the Jedi Order so much that I was so excited to try and steer it in the right direction again. But as more people changed... The Order began to steer itself in a direction different then the one I was steering. When a large group of them finally rallied for me to step down, I felt that was what the Order as a whole felt at the time, and I stepped down because I thought that was what the Order wanted. That was a mistake, of course, and one I regret to this day. It's one of the times that I should have listened to Master Carn Dista and hardened my heart. I wanted what was best for the Order and thought I was doing what it wanted, but I should have been more strict"
"But.." He trailed off, shrugging. "No reason to cry over spilt milk. I watched the Order change from afar until finally I couldn't take it anymore and parted ways from the Republic and Jedi Order. After a time spent trying to find myself, I disappeared. I blended into the crowds and became one of the people. The people I had sworn to protect for so long. I was in the Order for about 11 years, unwavering in loyalty until it became something not even close to what I'd sworn my oaths to. It was time I laid my head down and rested, and truly found myself. As most of my friends had cut contact already, it was easy to cut contact with the rest of the galaxy and live alone for months and months. I heard nothing of the galaxies events until recently when I was hunted down and asked to help the Ession Reformation take down the One Sith" He would finish.
"So to cap the rather long winded story off, I have absolutely no idea what's going on these days" He would crack, chuckling. "But... I look forward to learning. To meeting new people, especially lovely looking ones such as yourself, Master Roberts" He would tease with a playful smile.
Of course, it seemed Jedi on Zeltros didn't go long without trouble. And trouble had just found them in the form of @Dûvain. It seemed that [member="Karen Roberts"] knew this man by how she reacted. "Ah, I was wondering when the peanut gallery would show up" The blonde haired Jedi Master would respond as he would mirror Karen in kicking his chair at the wall, his strength uncanny as it flew at high speeds and vanished into splinters as it collided. By the time the chair's splinters hit the ground, the Jedi Master was already in fighting stance, his single-hilt lightsaber out and ignited, the blue blade humming as it prepared to slice into the assailant.
"Ah, assassins. How I missed these" He would remark toward Karen with a small smile. "If we survive, maybe dinner would be safer then coffee" He would joke. But despite his joking demeanour, he was all serious when it came to battle.
