This thread does NOT have a set place, nor a set time. The next person who posts may decide the location if they wish. Death disabled, combat is optional, maiming enabled. Minor trigger warning for hallucinations.
I had an entire conversation with a street light today. They told me how I failed, they told me how the world I knew would end. They described to me in immaculate detail how the Galaxy would burn. And how, because I knew, it was my responsibility to prevent. And knowing that it could be prevented, I was shown that I could not be the one to do so. One day, at a given time set in stone and lost to the ages, a Chosen few would turn the balance of the known fabric of reality on it’s head and stave off wanton evil.
But Eileen wasn’t that person. Eileen would never be that person. She’d grown up hearing tales of the beings that could bring about such change without even trying, those whose very actions seemed to shape the course of history for better or worse. She’d watched her father, her uncle, and her cousin attempt to attain such a mantle and die, horribly, in the attempt. Even Eileen, for all of her Jedi tutelage, had attempted to elevate herself to such a status in her years as a Padawan. But it had come to naught.
Because the Force chose how it was to be balanced, and unless the Force dictated that she should succeed, she was doomed to failure. Gram was, in some respects, everything that she had wanted to be. He was bold, beholden only to the Force and it’s whims.
Neither Jedi nor Sith could command him, and he had done what he felt the Force commanded, no matter the personal cost. In that same way, Eileen had done as the Force had asked. She had served the Jedi Order dutifully, she obeyed every instruction, refusing to even bend rules now mandated to be broken. Though the Vahla did not adhere to the strict ranking protocol quite as harshly, she ensured the appropriate respect was given to those above and below her.
So why then, did the Force deem it that she should fail? Why was it that no matter how dutiful she was, no matter the level of spirituality and zealous patience, her family fell around her and the Galaxy was lost to the very thing Eileen had been warned against. Sure, it had been a delusion, a hallucination, the product of an overstressed mind, especially that of a Force User. It had not happened until recently, and the more sense she lost, much like Pandora, the worse it could become.
And only after she’s learned about a death in the family.
The Galaxy WAS dying. And nobody, no sane being, seemed to want to recognize that…
