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In the Jedi Archives on Dantooine, silence was cut only be the occasional yawn of those seeking the knowledge that was contained in her many shelves. Time slowly slipped by as each of these individuals continued to dig deeper and deeper into the mysteries they yearned to study, the sun dipping below the horizon in a wondrous display of orange and red against the planet’s cloudless skyline as it was visible through the windows placed along the far wall of the grand room. Most of the people present were simple Padawan’s searching to further their education in the path of the ancient Order, others hunting for specific information to alleviate confusion they had been feeling on a certain subject. Fewer still were those who were merely looking to retain the history of the galaxy. Zephiis was one of these few. The Kel Dor sat on the second floor overlooking a balcony down to the main level as he scanned through the information on the screen before him. At this moment, his studies were of an ancient Jedi prophecy; The Chosen One. The particular article of his attention was a personal journal entry written a thousand years ago by an old Jedi Master.
“The Prophecy remains unclear. Our ancestors state that one day, an individual will be born to complete the greatest task anyone could ever perform; returning true balance to the Force in such a way that we have never seen. It’s message is clear, but the meaning behind it is not. What is ‘true’ balance to the Force? My colleagues have always implied that this would mean the devastation and ultimate end to the tyranny of darkness, but without the dark, there is no balance. Only the light. Could this in fact mean that the Chosen One will bring about the dark ages? I can’t accept this method of thinking either, as it completely counters the previous ideology. Perhaps balance will be an eventual merging of the dark and the light. When both sides of the Force are no longer distinguishable, will the galaxy finally receive the rest it so rightfully deserves?”
Zephiis leaned back against the back rest of his chair, rubbing his fingers along his jaw as he contemplated the ancient Master’s written words. During his time with the Sith, he had read of a similar prophecy referencing a being they knew as the Sith’ari. The perfect being. Could both the Jedi and the Sith be speaking of the same prophecy? Quite plausible in his mind, as the Sith did have the ancient Jedi to thank for their creation thousands of years ago. As the Kel Dor began to lean forward to continue reading the article, he was interrupted by the gentle touch of the librarian’s hand on his shoulder.
“Jedi Zephiis, your being summoned to the Audience chambers, dear,” the aging Miralukan woman said softly. While her eyes remained covered by clothe and a smile existed on her face, the redeemed Sith could feel the uneasiness the woman exuded as she approached him. This had proven to be a very common sensation Zephiis felt of those in his presence. It was only a few weeks since his induction into the Order itself, while primarily serving in the ranks of the Jedi Army against his past brethren. Most of his new colleagues were still unsure if he could be trusted, more in particular the youngest of the Order who’s opinion of the Sith had grown to be strongly negative. After all, the last few years of their training had been in preparation for facing the force of darkness on the front lines. The Jedi preached forgiveness and serenity, but those involved in the Army were not your average servant of the light. They were darker, in a sense. While they remained true to the majority of the Order’s preachings, certain aspects of their primary guidelines were no longer followed due to their new-found freedom.
“Thank you, ma’am. I will report to the chambers at once,” Zephiis replied, placing his own hand atop of the woman’s and slowly removing it from his shoulder. He stood, leaning down to the computer he had been researching on before placing a book mark on his article so he could return to it at a later time, and began to make his way to the archive entrance. From there, no one spoke to the Kel Dor. Watchful eyes followed his movements through the library and out into the Temple corridors, observing his every movement as though they expected some sort of treacherous act of betrayal. In time, they would learn to accept his presence so he did not let it sway him. He would earn his place in these halls. He was not the first Sith to return to the light and he would no doubt be far from the last. These feelings of unease would be fleeting and temporary, of this he was sure.
Upon entering the audience chambers, the Jedi knelt down before the holoemitter.
“I have arrived, Masters. What is it you wish of me?” he said clearly, never taking his eyes from the ground below him. The emitter came to life, revealing four individuals of varying species.
“Rise, Jedi Ikur. We do not require such acknowledgment,” spoke the first, a Nautolan male, as he waved his hand dismissively.
“Indeed. We have called you here as we have a special assignment. You know of the war you have now sworn to fight in against your past brethren. And you know of the importance in remaining a step ahead of them,” A second human Jedi said boldly, leaning forward in the chair she sat in.
“Of course, Masters. What is it you wish of me?” Zephiis responded, now standing on his feet with his hands folded before him.
“A blatant path within Republic space has always proven to be a bit of a weak spot in our defense, if you will. The Perlemian trade route, running from the world of Roche in our democratic government territory leads directly to Columex, a Sith occupied world. Lying in between them in neutral space is a series of inhabited planets, the first in the enemy line of fire being Centares. We require action in swaying the planet to allow us to establish an outlook operation in preparation of a potential Sith attack along this route.” The Nautolan leaned back in his seat as he finished speaking.
“Unfortunately, simple negotiations has proven to be ineffective at swaying the planetary government in the Republic’s favor. They believe that if they remain unaligned with us, that they may be able to avoid Sith attention. You know of what occurred on Saleucami. Ithor has suffered a similar fate. Such a key world as Centares must be made to realize that they are not free from danger. No one is safe against your old Order.” A male Twi’lek continued. Zephiis nodded slightly as he watched the flickering hologram.
“You wish me to travel to Centares and resume negotiations, Masters?” the Kel Dor inquired.
“Essentially, but it has become quite apparent that a simple diplomatic emissary will not resolve our issues. Instead, we are going to send you to meet with the government leaders. Discover if there is already a Sith presence that they are denying, and if there is not, then we want you to see if there is some way you could convince them to see the error in choosing to neglect our offer of aide. Should they have an issue on the world that they cannot resolve, assist them. Show them that we mean nothing but the intention on preserving their world and way of life,” the final Master spoke.
“Very well, Masters. Am I to undertake this task alone?”
“Most definitely not. We have a new Padawan in our ranks that we will be meeting with shortly who will be coming to your aide. She has become a renowned combat enthusiast within the Jedi Order and should prove to be a valuable asset to you on this mission,” the human female added. Zephiis bowed deeply to the Jedi before turning to leave, when he was interrupted by the Jedi’s cool voice once more. “And Zephiis,” she said before pausing, allowing the Kel Dor to turn back and face the hologram. “If there are Sith on the planet, do not engage them. Your redemption is still too fresh on your mind. We aren’t prepared to allow you to return to your old Masters and a direct confrontation with the Sith may prove to be the variable that sways your heart. May the Force be with you,”
@Asha
“The Prophecy remains unclear. Our ancestors state that one day, an individual will be born to complete the greatest task anyone could ever perform; returning true balance to the Force in such a way that we have never seen. It’s message is clear, but the meaning behind it is not. What is ‘true’ balance to the Force? My colleagues have always implied that this would mean the devastation and ultimate end to the tyranny of darkness, but without the dark, there is no balance. Only the light. Could this in fact mean that the Chosen One will bring about the dark ages? I can’t accept this method of thinking either, as it completely counters the previous ideology. Perhaps balance will be an eventual merging of the dark and the light. When both sides of the Force are no longer distinguishable, will the galaxy finally receive the rest it so rightfully deserves?”
Zephiis leaned back against the back rest of his chair, rubbing his fingers along his jaw as he contemplated the ancient Master’s written words. During his time with the Sith, he had read of a similar prophecy referencing a being they knew as the Sith’ari. The perfect being. Could both the Jedi and the Sith be speaking of the same prophecy? Quite plausible in his mind, as the Sith did have the ancient Jedi to thank for their creation thousands of years ago. As the Kel Dor began to lean forward to continue reading the article, he was interrupted by the gentle touch of the librarian’s hand on his shoulder.
“Jedi Zephiis, your being summoned to the Audience chambers, dear,” the aging Miralukan woman said softly. While her eyes remained covered by clothe and a smile existed on her face, the redeemed Sith could feel the uneasiness the woman exuded as she approached him. This had proven to be a very common sensation Zephiis felt of those in his presence. It was only a few weeks since his induction into the Order itself, while primarily serving in the ranks of the Jedi Army against his past brethren. Most of his new colleagues were still unsure if he could be trusted, more in particular the youngest of the Order who’s opinion of the Sith had grown to be strongly negative. After all, the last few years of their training had been in preparation for facing the force of darkness on the front lines. The Jedi preached forgiveness and serenity, but those involved in the Army were not your average servant of the light. They were darker, in a sense. While they remained true to the majority of the Order’s preachings, certain aspects of their primary guidelines were no longer followed due to their new-found freedom.
“Thank you, ma’am. I will report to the chambers at once,” Zephiis replied, placing his own hand atop of the woman’s and slowly removing it from his shoulder. He stood, leaning down to the computer he had been researching on before placing a book mark on his article so he could return to it at a later time, and began to make his way to the archive entrance. From there, no one spoke to the Kel Dor. Watchful eyes followed his movements through the library and out into the Temple corridors, observing his every movement as though they expected some sort of treacherous act of betrayal. In time, they would learn to accept his presence so he did not let it sway him. He would earn his place in these halls. He was not the first Sith to return to the light and he would no doubt be far from the last. These feelings of unease would be fleeting and temporary, of this he was sure.
Upon entering the audience chambers, the Jedi knelt down before the holoemitter.
“I have arrived, Masters. What is it you wish of me?” he said clearly, never taking his eyes from the ground below him. The emitter came to life, revealing four individuals of varying species.
“Rise, Jedi Ikur. We do not require such acknowledgment,” spoke the first, a Nautolan male, as he waved his hand dismissively.
“Indeed. We have called you here as we have a special assignment. You know of the war you have now sworn to fight in against your past brethren. And you know of the importance in remaining a step ahead of them,” A second human Jedi said boldly, leaning forward in the chair she sat in.
“Of course, Masters. What is it you wish of me?” Zephiis responded, now standing on his feet with his hands folded before him.
“A blatant path within Republic space has always proven to be a bit of a weak spot in our defense, if you will. The Perlemian trade route, running from the world of Roche in our democratic government territory leads directly to Columex, a Sith occupied world. Lying in between them in neutral space is a series of inhabited planets, the first in the enemy line of fire being Centares. We require action in swaying the planet to allow us to establish an outlook operation in preparation of a potential Sith attack along this route.” The Nautolan leaned back in his seat as he finished speaking.
“Unfortunately, simple negotiations has proven to be ineffective at swaying the planetary government in the Republic’s favor. They believe that if they remain unaligned with us, that they may be able to avoid Sith attention. You know of what occurred on Saleucami. Ithor has suffered a similar fate. Such a key world as Centares must be made to realize that they are not free from danger. No one is safe against your old Order.” A male Twi’lek continued. Zephiis nodded slightly as he watched the flickering hologram.
“You wish me to travel to Centares and resume negotiations, Masters?” the Kel Dor inquired.
“Essentially, but it has become quite apparent that a simple diplomatic emissary will not resolve our issues. Instead, we are going to send you to meet with the government leaders. Discover if there is already a Sith presence that they are denying, and if there is not, then we want you to see if there is some way you could convince them to see the error in choosing to neglect our offer of aide. Should they have an issue on the world that they cannot resolve, assist them. Show them that we mean nothing but the intention on preserving their world and way of life,” the final Master spoke.
“Very well, Masters. Am I to undertake this task alone?”
“Most definitely not. We have a new Padawan in our ranks that we will be meeting with shortly who will be coming to your aide. She has become a renowned combat enthusiast within the Jedi Order and should prove to be a valuable asset to you on this mission,” the human female added. Zephiis bowed deeply to the Jedi before turning to leave, when he was interrupted by the Jedi’s cool voice once more. “And Zephiis,” she said before pausing, allowing the Kel Dor to turn back and face the hologram. “If there are Sith on the planet, do not engage them. Your redemption is still too fresh on your mind. We aren’t prepared to allow you to return to your old Masters and a direct confrontation with the Sith may prove to be the variable that sways your heart. May the Force be with you,”
@Asha
