~Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
So much has been lost… first of course to Vader’s pursuit of the ones with any ability at all. I see the Inquisitors stalking those with ability and wonder if they know that once it’s done and over with they too will get a blade in the back. It takes sensitivity to the force to detect those with the curse. When the Empire feels it has eliminated them all it will have no need of specialist hunters in the ranks.
I’ve gotten good at spotting the plainclothes inquisitors… course once you get used to it a cop is never had to spot. It takes me back to being a smuggler, looking over my shoulder. I’ve been doing that all my life, just looking for a more skilled operative class now. Quite a bit easier then the independent Bounty Hunters the Empire was hiring for awhile. These advanced snowflakes just can’t pull it off. They don’t have the contacts… or the right combination of swagger and deference to be in the right circles and not look conspicuous as hell. I don’t know if the powers that be ran out of money or it just got too dangerous, but I haven’t seen one in awhile... though I haven’t stopped looking.
I still find it quite incredible that I don’t look over my shoulder so much when I’m with Devia. I thought when I had built my retreat, masking it in the residual force from the old shrine that covers this mountain, which would make me feel safe and be able to truly relax. In all honesty I have lowered my guard here… feeling less vulnerable and able to sleep, to meditate. However, until Devia entered my life I truly didn’t know what peace was. Hard to believe that with the amount of worrying I do over her safety I actually feel more relaxed and centered. It’s amazing… stronger then the force, but also infused with it. I always knew love and care was the saving grace… just never expected to have it.
I had to take a trip to an isolated moon in the core worlds… well, the edge of them anyway. One of my contacts had found a small stash of lore. I haven’t been able to sort through all of it before I got back but it looks quite good on initial survey. That’s another part of the loss… the dynamic of the Jedi and their focus on light and dark sides of the force caused so much about balance to be lost. Many of those other paradigms and cultures did not write down the quasi-religious overtones that so infuse most cultures understanding of the force. But the Jedi could have been more balanced in their documentation… less judgment on their part could have kept so much knowledge. Instead of insisting on their way of understanding and taking the younglings they could have treated it as anthropologists and historians and learned from those cultures new ways and understandings of the gift. So much lost… but there are remnants…. Beautiful ones in fact, like this little ball of sand and water…and the person who created it.
I’ve gotten good at spotting the plainclothes inquisitors… course once you get used to it a cop is never had to spot. It takes me back to being a smuggler, looking over my shoulder. I’ve been doing that all my life, just looking for a more skilled operative class now. Quite a bit easier then the independent Bounty Hunters the Empire was hiring for awhile. These advanced snowflakes just can’t pull it off. They don’t have the contacts… or the right combination of swagger and deference to be in the right circles and not look conspicuous as hell. I don’t know if the powers that be ran out of money or it just got too dangerous, but I haven’t seen one in awhile... though I haven’t stopped looking.
I still find it quite incredible that I don’t look over my shoulder so much when I’m with Devia. I thought when I had built my retreat, masking it in the residual force from the old shrine that covers this mountain, which would make me feel safe and be able to truly relax. In all honesty I have lowered my guard here… feeling less vulnerable and able to sleep, to meditate. However, until Devia entered my life I truly didn’t know what peace was. Hard to believe that with the amount of worrying I do over her safety I actually feel more relaxed and centered. It’s amazing… stronger then the force, but also infused with it. I always knew love and care was the saving grace… just never expected to have it.
I had to take a trip to an isolated moon in the core worlds… well, the edge of them anyway. One of my contacts had found a small stash of lore. I haven’t been able to sort through all of it before I got back but it looks quite good on initial survey. That’s another part of the loss… the dynamic of the Jedi and their focus on light and dark sides of the force caused so much about balance to be lost. Many of those other paradigms and cultures did not write down the quasi-religious overtones that so infuse most cultures understanding of the force. But the Jedi could have been more balanced in their documentation… less judgment on their part could have kept so much knowledge. Instead of insisting on their way of understanding and taking the younglings they could have treated it as anthropologists and historians and learned from those cultures new ways and understandings of the gift. So much lost… but there are remnants…. Beautiful ones in fact, like this little ball of sand and water…and the person who created it.
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(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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