It was time... I had to leave the peace and quiet and head back to Mustafar. The ghosts were loud again when I landed. So many died on this little ball of fire, fighting for something they didn't even understand.
I had contacted A. to set up the crew. I wanted this first investigation to be one where I wasn't risking too many I loved. She did an admirable job but the ghosts were drowned out by the young 'jedi' playing with their lightsabers in the main facility. I can't believe these new recruits are allowed to run around without restraint or discipline... How can they learn to communicate with the force when they can't stop for five minutes and wait with patcience. I may disagree with the effort to ressurect some long dead order of jedi knights, but if that's what is going to be done, where are the masters? Where are the teachers?
I am obviously not wanted, or valued, so I have restrained myself from 'influencing' those under another care. I have my students, if they could be classified as that, even though I don't consider them that way most of the time. I learn as much from them as I teach... Best to continue to let them come to me...
Speaking of learning, Sh. came to me after that last Jam, she helped me polish off that bottle and then said she'd like to show me something. I've been a bit worried about her but found that she had been getting some guidance from others... I explained to her that I did not buy into the 'darkside' and 'lightside' argument but that I did realize there were consequences for the tools and actions one uses, whether it be a blaster or the force. I wonder if she's killed with her mind yet, that often seems to be the breaking point...
She had brought me a small toy, for lack of a better word. A globe filled with water and sand... a tool for training the manipulitive abilities of the new force sensitive. She created an absolutely gorgeous picture of a flower by seperating the grains with her mind. She asked me to try, I didn't want to show her up, but I've been doing this awhile now... I created a small animation of bubbles from the bottom, keeping it moving smoothly was actually quite difficult. We talked of balance and consequence, I believe she truly understood... I look forward to talking to her again soon...
That was the same night I discovered how insular the Council had become. They may be trying for a New Jedi Order... but they don't care what anyone outside their walls thinks. I was asked by Master B. to witness his testimony before the other Masters of the Council. Even though I had close associations with them before their insulating tactics they completely ignored me. Master B. has lost much of his discretion and I can see why many are concerned about him, but to ignore those who are enabled by the will of the force is the hieght of arrogance... I distinctly saw the permutations surrounding Master R. and all were resigned to battle, when they said they only wanted to talk in the first place... He wasn't happy that I was there. I think they'd of preferred to meet him somewhere nobody would find the body... Perhaps that's unfair.
The Younglings calmed down quite well once we were actually at work. Perhaps they were just nervous, they quickly pulled down the surrounding rutting Tulrus and we prepared to enter the cave of the lava beast. I innoculated everyone and we set out...
It sat in a large cavern after the gassed tunnels, with several larva spread out around it... they didn't get too close to their mother, I believe she probably ate them when she was feeling lazy, although the tulrus bones at the entrance bely her inactivity to be much in our favor. We took care of most of the larvae, though I think one or two scuttled away... and began our battle on the mutated thing... So much hate from one creature. She went down... and we only had a couple broken arms out of it... The miners should be safe for a bit, though I'll have to check on the larva that got away...
...I wonder if this will count as a trial for the young ones, or if I'll be accosted for undue influence... I have to try to read the cards again.
(This blog is a fictional journal of a character from the game Star Wars Galaxies. An MMORPG with a strong roleplaying community. Thanks to all the people I play with in the Sunrunner Galaxy. I couldn't tell this story without you.)
Clear Skies, ~Noel
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