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Relief visibly swept across Xene's face when his Master swore to keep his secret and also continue to train him. At the same time, he couldn't quite understand what his Master had been trying to say. He had made those mistakes, he had killed someone and that someone was his brother. How could it not define him? Xene almost opened his mouth to ask his question but he felt it was not the time. If I would have killed anyone as a civilian, I would be in jail, thought the Jedi. I would be branded a murderer, a felon, for life. My life would be over before it began. How was he different because he wore brown robes and carried a lightsaber? Perhaps that was why he was so desperate that the Jedi not find out. At that point, it would be either Xene getting sent to trial or the Jedi would be hypocrites.
Still he tried to put it behind him. It felt good to no longer be the only person who knew his secret. It felt as if a weight had been lifted, though Xene still actively pondered the situation until he came up with a solution. If I train and become better and can save lives, then perhaps I can make up for my crimes and improve the galaxy. Where he had promised to fight for his family before, perhaps it was better to have a concrete goal. What would his goal be, then? To set a number meant that Xene would be putting a price on a being's life, something with which the ever-logical Initiate disagreed. Instead, what if I strive to save every life that I can, pondered the Jedi silently. It was a simple question and the need to save lives had been imprinted in all Jedi, meaning it wasn't anything new to the young Xene. The inner conflict continued to grow as the Jedi argued if, prior to today, he would have been able to give his life and, if that had changed, was he a bad Jedi.
He pushed it to the side and performed the same calming exercise that he had done earlier, though the Initiate found it easier to focus and calm himself. Perhaps the Force was beginning to forgive Xene, though the Jedi ceased that train of thought when he realized that his Master had begun walking away. Struggling to replay the past minute in his mind, Xene understood the gist of what was going on. He was going to go on a mission, the first with the Jedi Army.
Retracing his steps to the room where he and his Master had met, he grabbed his knapsack, which contained essential survival supplies and a few activities that helped keep Xene's mind sharp and helped him focus when he needed to think. It also contained a training aide or two, though Xene hadn't had time to use them since he boarded the Peacekeeper. He slung the knapsack onto his back and noted that the previously heavy bag had become increasingly easy to move and wear for longer distances. Perhaps Dardan's suggestions have helped after all.
A few short minutes later, the Initiate jogged into Hangar Bay 3. He was extremely excited to go on his first real mission and felt as if he had something to look forward to, which had been a rare feeling for the Initiate in recent months. He looked around excitedly, looking for his Master and drinking in every detail of the hangar bay and the equipment and personnel inside.
@Valen Pelora
Still he tried to put it behind him. It felt good to no longer be the only person who knew his secret. It felt as if a weight had been lifted, though Xene still actively pondered the situation until he came up with a solution. If I train and become better and can save lives, then perhaps I can make up for my crimes and improve the galaxy. Where he had promised to fight for his family before, perhaps it was better to have a concrete goal. What would his goal be, then? To set a number meant that Xene would be putting a price on a being's life, something with which the ever-logical Initiate disagreed. Instead, what if I strive to save every life that I can, pondered the Jedi silently. It was a simple question and the need to save lives had been imprinted in all Jedi, meaning it wasn't anything new to the young Xene. The inner conflict continued to grow as the Jedi argued if, prior to today, he would have been able to give his life and, if that had changed, was he a bad Jedi.
He pushed it to the side and performed the same calming exercise that he had done earlier, though the Initiate found it easier to focus and calm himself. Perhaps the Force was beginning to forgive Xene, though the Jedi ceased that train of thought when he realized that his Master had begun walking away. Struggling to replay the past minute in his mind, Xene understood the gist of what was going on. He was going to go on a mission, the first with the Jedi Army.
Retracing his steps to the room where he and his Master had met, he grabbed his knapsack, which contained essential survival supplies and a few activities that helped keep Xene's mind sharp and helped him focus when he needed to think. It also contained a training aide or two, though Xene hadn't had time to use them since he boarded the Peacekeeper. He slung the knapsack onto his back and noted that the previously heavy bag had become increasingly easy to move and wear for longer distances. Perhaps Dardan's suggestions have helped after all.
A few short minutes later, the Initiate jogged into Hangar Bay 3. He was extremely excited to go on his first real mission and felt as if he had something to look forward to, which had been a rare feeling for the Initiate in recent months. He looked around excitedly, looking for his Master and drinking in every detail of the hangar bay and the equipment and personnel inside.
@Valen Pelora
