[Noelyci is a force sensitive who has rejected the title of Jedi.]

It's been interesting going to the Jam as a patron rather then a security officer. I've enjoyed it for the most part. Although things have gotten a bit rougher I've noticed. Some other people noticed too last night. I agreed saying that a certain class of people seemed to cause the problems. Ky. heard me and wanted to show off so he got in my face and acted offended. He might truly have been but I wasn't talking about just him... I didn't understand why it so bothered him but then it struck me. He's afraid. He can't get past the fact that he dosen't understand something like the force and he's turned it into a prejudice that's destroyed his relationship with me... with his child's mother... with several he used to fight with...

I wonder sometimes why I still fight, I have plenty of money, agreements with all the residents around the mountains I want to call home... I could just fade away with my family and mask us all from sight. Nobody would step within several hundered clicks of my territory without being marked. The only thing that could cause problems would be bombardment from orbit, and that death would be quick and unavoidable anyway...

But it dosen't truly matter what a paranoid second rate smuggler thinks of me... I don't need his validation anymore, if I ever did. It does bode ill towards those of us blessed/cursed with the gift. I never really understood why people could call my sister 'witch' with such derision in their voice. Intellectually I could, but it never got to me the way it was intended. I worry for those younglings that come after me... it's possible they will become second class citizens like so many others.

There is a prejudice forming, born of jealousy and fear... that's why I can't fade into the mountains and ignore things.