Hypocrite. The words rang hollow in the meditation chamber…bouncing time and again off the walls. You preach peace yet fund a war. You begged Morata for chances to heal but now fund killing you seek to stop. You teach harmony but ripped Asminy’s mind apart because you were tired. Alone in the mediation chamber on her shuttle, Alex allowed her doubt to cloud her mind. She faced them only when certain her weakness would not be seen. Here it was safe to face the growing concern in her soul. The Jedi Master firmly believe it was important to face your failings and to show the Order perfection was not the standard.
However, there was different between accepting failing and reveling your darkest fears. Without, Max she faced those alone. Her shortly cropped blonde hair had become a standard within the Order. A standard she was not yet ready to tarnish. So, she faced the duplicity of her mind. She faced her fears and wondered how to defeat that darkness. She wondered who she wanted to be? Who was she meant to be? Today, she was the consummate diplomat again.
The Council sought ways to bolster the growing conflict against the Sith. They were rapidly becoming outmanned and outgunned. They reached back to an era long since gone, and era not even Alex truly remembered. Yvian was beginning to counsel a return to an even older age. Alex agreed, but only to stop the militarization from growing. Her shuttle was headed to a complex run by Incom-FreiTek where she was to convince the CEO to part with some older symbolic fighters. Of course, she was not alone in her mission and her unlikely companion was flying them towards the rendezvous.
Alex stood slowly and moved to press the com. “Vraes, how close are we?” The Force was empty to her. She could not feel the distance. Concerning…to say the least.
@Rhogar