After the attempted invasion of Yavin, Crix was on Kashyyyk.
No one said that he had basically been sent away so that he couldn’t interact with The Eternal due to the anger he had displayed during his fight with the creature and its minions. No one said that he should leave the Temple while they debated what, precisely, they should do with the foul thing. No one said that they didn’t trust his temper around the thing that had tortured his mother.
No one said anything.
They’d just watched him with that mixture of pity and distrust that had his gut squirming because he couldn’t say they were wrong precisely. If given half the chance, Crix would have lopped the creature’s head clean off with one swing of his blade and thought it a chance for the Galaxy to breathe easy.
But a Jedi did not execute defenceless prisoners… and the fact that he had considered it was telling.
So when someone had mentioned Kashyyyk as an expedition, Crix ignored his track record with jungles and signed himself up immediately. Those same people watching him with those damned looks seemed to think it was a good decision – and by saying it they all but said that which no one had actually said. By omission they agreed with the sentiment he could feel under the surface of all of their interactions.
They didn’t trust him at Yavin while The Eternal was there but they were fine for him to venture out into the Galaxy for the Order. Coming to a stop on the speeder bike he had rented for the mission, Crix climbed off and sat himself down at the base of Temple that the tribes were granting the Jedi Order. What he was waiting for were the other Jedi who had signed up for this particular mission.
The hunting of some unnamed predator that had even the Wookiees of Kashyyyk scared… what could possibly go wrong?
“I’ve got a great feeling about this.”
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