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At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void. —Unknown Je’daii, 2,545 TYA (Tho Yor Arrival)
With Dal dead, she was now their only child.
She was a Master at Anil Kesh, the Je’daii Temple of Science,
am the mystery of darkness, in balance with chaos and harmony.’
Intimidating, perhaps? But there is no need to invade another’s privacy, Lanoree, especially a Master’s. No need at all.”
a female of the Sith species,
Hoooooooooo
Tricks, he’d said. I’m merely fooling your senses, not touching them with my own. “And how is he?” Lanoree asked.
She had tried everything else—everything—but in the end, diplomacy gave way to blood.
Yet each time she dreamed, the Force was in turmoil within her, dark and light vying for supremacy. Light tortured her with those memories. Dark would let her settle easy.
“For ten thousand years we have studied the Force and developed our society around and within it. Wars and conflicts have come and gone. We strive to keep the dark and the light, Bogan and Ashla, forever in balance. But now … now there is something that might destroy us all.
In your early years, the flow of the Force might seem frightening, shocking. Find balance between its light and dark facets, and the flow will become a powerful stillness. Struggle against the Force, and your body rebels; fight with the Force and you have the universe on your side.
see it in his eyes. I think Dal just has trouble letting go.” “He wants to be his own master.”
‘The Force is neither light nor dark, master nor slave, but a balance between extremes.’ Dal will find balance.”
Not every Journeyer will complete their Great Journey. Some will fall victim to Tython’s many dangerous landscapes or creatures. Some will lose themselves. Some may even lose their way in the Force and leave Tython far behind, scattering out to the system, lost in a much more fundamental way. But as Je’daii we must accept this, because this is not an existence of absolutes. Life is a challenge, and facing that challenge is what makes the good great.
Even on Tython it was rare that so many species were seen in one place at any one time, and Lanoree paused for a moment in the center of the lobby to feel the ebb and flow of so many people in transit. She paused also to try to spot any pursuer. Still nothing. She’d seen no
Force telepathy is well-known to her, but such control and command must have taken many years of meditation and study to master.
Force telepathy is a talent that some Journeyers already have when they arrive here; but those who don’t, pick it up quite quickly. He glances back over his shoulder at her, grim faced. It’s a fundamental
He reacts like he has been invaded or touched by something disgusting. Then he turns and walks away into the twilight. Lanoree wishes she could
Force Storms
Molded largely by the elemental Force itself, the Strafe Plains are a manifestation of what draws every living thing together. The Force as a tactile thing. Powerful. Sharp.
Back in Qigong Kesh she shamed Dal, placing that image of home in his mind when he had not even invited her in.
is athleticism and strength that drives him, not power of the Force, but the effect is still the
but it will be their first self-sustained adventure across Tython’s surface, visiting each temple to learn and refine their talents in the Force.
And there are inevitably some who will not survive. But to exist in smooth balance
within the Force, one must first confront its sharp edges.
when dreadful Force Storms still ravaged the planet and the Je’daii were sometimes swept along with them, instead of taking power and balance from them.
“There are depths,” Osamael had told his sister the night before he went, and she repeated his final words whenever anyone asked her about her brother. Because she was the one member of the family who insisted he was still alive. “He’s
But he never did come back. And that’s why the Old City is such a dangerous place, my sweet Lanoree. Because there are depths.
of ten thousand behind. It’s obscure. Arcane. Not to be touched.”
People in whom the Force can never settle, nor find balance in light or dark, and who develop a disgust for the Force itself. Most of them flee way out into the system, broken mentally and physically, die.”
nothing but confidence and comfort in the Force. Clothes for warmth, a ship to travel in, food for energy, water to slake thirst, a sword to stab, a blaster to shoot … all these are luxuries.
The Force is everything, and without it, we are nothing. —Master Shall
must know, such shallowness offended her. “There’s the Force. It binds and holds us, and makes everything precious to me.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. And that’s much more precious than fine foods or somewhere comfortable to wash.”
“But there’s not always balance, is there, Je’daii?”
“You are not here to be punished,” Temple Master Lha-Mi says to Dal. Even though the chambers are large and impressive, Master Lha-Mi sits in a simple wooden chair, his sword propped beside him. Lanoree has heard many tales of this man, and this sword. “You are here so that I can hear what happened at the top of Stav Kesh. I’ve learned through my long life that stories are … fluid. And that the truth is often found in the sum of the parts. So I’ll have each of you tell me your own version of events.”
and his shunning of the Force makes it too dark to penetrate, too deep for me to plumb. There may still be a way back for him.
But you have to realize how dangerous he might be.
“Sometimes love is not enough.”
As per usual I am thinking Vader thoughts
“There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.”
“There is no fear; there is power.”
The Je’daii swore to confront any moves made against them, and also to protect all those who did not wish to be subjugated beneath Hadiya’s rule.
massive, brutal, and the battles fierce. But the Je’daii had the Force on their side, and everything Hadiya hated had worked against
It was startling to see how effective a Je’daii military strike could be, and though Lanoree had seen plenty of combat, she had never been involved in a full-scale war.
Peacemaker flitted quickly by, but the scale of the devastation was still staggering. The city must have been eight kilometers in width, and now very little of its original protective dome remained. The ruins inside were a charred, melted mess, holding lakes of rancid water and pointing accusatory slivers of wrecked buildings at the sky.
She felt sickness welling inside, and a sense of hopelessness enveloped her.
kill, but Lanoree never attributed these thoughts to the Force. They were all about being human.
Peacemaker
but at the time the system had been a new, mysterious frontier, and those brought there by the Tho Yor were desperate to make a home for themselves.
but Greenwood Station’s business was tech, not construction. And its specialization was war.
