Post by Darth Xaos on May 28, 2015 22:49:59 GMT
There was something about the sound of his Jedi robes' tail swishing against brushed metal floors and walkways that never failed to gratify Jacen. Hearing it made him realize just how glad he was to be back on Coruscant. Of course, a little less emotional tension surrounding the events that necessitated his return to the Core worlds would have been appreciated by the young Knight. None of his fellows had been enthusiastic when Jacen's parents, aunt and uncle had shown up to retrieve them. Yet only Jaina and Zekk had chosen to refuse the instruction to return home. Zekk's motivations were obvious but why his sister seemed so much more strongly tied to the Killik hive-mind than the others was just as much of a mystery to Jacen as why he had never become linked with it. But this lack of connection did not dampen Jacen's sympathy for the Killiks' plight or his commitment to the plan he and the others had formulated.
With the military power of the Sith set to enter the equation, the Colony could not stand alone. So, while Tesar Sebatyne was tasked with reaching Raynar Thul's family, Jacen had two potential sources of aid to contact. While the source he was presently en route to approach would no doubt put Jacen on an even more awkward footing with his fellows, the other contact was significantly more awkward for Jacen personally. Though he'd be calling on the second party whether or not the first party decided to help the Killiks, he'd rather put it off than go there first. Besides, he was already on Coruscant. As he glimpsed out of a transparasteel turbolift onto Galactic City, Jacen caught sight of a news ticker that reminded him of what was at stake.
"UNIONIST FORCES TAKE ARKANIS SECTOR."
It had been many months since Jacen returned from his wanderings and yet he still wasn't used to the changes that had occurred during those years. Though his journey to learn the ways of the most isolated and obscure Force traditions had opened his eyes, the Jedi almost wished that they had remained closed. As he learned and utilized the techniques of the Theran Listeners, Sunesi, Fallanassi and especially the Aing-Tii, Jacen had gradually come to a horrifying conclusion. History was broken.
The idea sounded odd when put into words but it was the only way the Jedi knew how to verbalize it. The underlying fabric of existence (whether one called it the Unifying Force, the White Current or by any other name) was not flowing in its natural course. The complex web had a large tangle it. The Galaxy was living out a timeline that was never meant to be. And, furthermore, Jacen knew where this disruption was centered: on the New Sith Brotherhood and their Obsidian Union. He didn't know how or even if the Sith were responsible for such a deep disturbance in the Force but he was certain they were central to the paradox. It felt, when Jacen was deep in meditation on the matter, that these Sith should not exist in the same way that dry wetness should not exist. And, yet, they did.
Perhaps that was why he had gravitated towards the reformed Silver Jedi, Jacen pondered. Their proactive stance on dealing with the Brotherhood had been sidelined and marginalized in the Jedi Order since their refoundation, and this had only worsened when their founder died at Sith hands. The membership of Jacen Solo had helped raise their profile among the Jedi. The Silver Jedi's decision to make Jacen their leader had not pleased the young Knight. He had left on his pilgrimage specifically to avoid a leading role. Yet, despite himself, he could not dispute the reasoning presented by the few Masters aligned with the Silver Jedi movement. Jacen had returned with an understanding of the Force that was thoroughly unorthodox by Jedi standards. The Silver Masters were intent on preventing their reformed Order becoming a Jedi equivalent of the Inquisitorius. Having a leader with uncommon philosophies, and the Force Powers to prove their validity, would prevent the Silver Jedi from mistaking a differing opinion for true evil.
The doors of the turbolift finally opened, depositing the Jedi Knight at his destination. From behind the nerve center of computer panels that was his desk, Wynn Dorvan looked up and greeted Jacen with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Colonel Solo. I'm afraid she's occupied at the..." Wynn began before noticing that Jacen was wearing an expression that conveyed urgency, the man then dutifully activated an intercom, "Colonel Solo is here to see you, Madam Chief."
"Excellent, send him in," came the reply.
Jacen proceeded to walk through familiar doors into a familiar room. Here were the usual sights: a magnificent view of the city, an equally magnificent desk, an old Ysalimir whose presence Jacen had learned to tolerate and the occupant of this office, Natasi Daala. But also present were two unfamiliar and unusual men. One was a Chiss, and a wealthy one judging by his clothing. The other was seemingly humanoid but had grayish skin and a face that was sharply angular and oversized; this man wore a kind of hooded robe equally as alien to the Jedi.
"Ah, Jacen, you truly have the famous Jedi sense of timing," Daala welcomed him, "We were just discussing this situation in the Unknown Regions."
With the military power of the Sith set to enter the equation, the Colony could not stand alone. So, while Tesar Sebatyne was tasked with reaching Raynar Thul's family, Jacen had two potential sources of aid to contact. While the source he was presently en route to approach would no doubt put Jacen on an even more awkward footing with his fellows, the other contact was significantly more awkward for Jacen personally. Though he'd be calling on the second party whether or not the first party decided to help the Killiks, he'd rather put it off than go there first. Besides, he was already on Coruscant. As he glimpsed out of a transparasteel turbolift onto Galactic City, Jacen caught sight of a news ticker that reminded him of what was at stake.
"UNIONIST FORCES TAKE ARKANIS SECTOR."
It had been many months since Jacen returned from his wanderings and yet he still wasn't used to the changes that had occurred during those years. Though his journey to learn the ways of the most isolated and obscure Force traditions had opened his eyes, the Jedi almost wished that they had remained closed. As he learned and utilized the techniques of the Theran Listeners, Sunesi, Fallanassi and especially the Aing-Tii, Jacen had gradually come to a horrifying conclusion. History was broken.
The idea sounded odd when put into words but it was the only way the Jedi knew how to verbalize it. The underlying fabric of existence (whether one called it the Unifying Force, the White Current or by any other name) was not flowing in its natural course. The complex web had a large tangle it. The Galaxy was living out a timeline that was never meant to be. And, furthermore, Jacen knew where this disruption was centered: on the New Sith Brotherhood and their Obsidian Union. He didn't know how or even if the Sith were responsible for such a deep disturbance in the Force but he was certain they were central to the paradox. It felt, when Jacen was deep in meditation on the matter, that these Sith should not exist in the same way that dry wetness should not exist. And, yet, they did.
Perhaps that was why he had gravitated towards the reformed Silver Jedi, Jacen pondered. Their proactive stance on dealing with the Brotherhood had been sidelined and marginalized in the Jedi Order since their refoundation, and this had only worsened when their founder died at Sith hands. The membership of Jacen Solo had helped raise their profile among the Jedi. The Silver Jedi's decision to make Jacen their leader had not pleased the young Knight. He had left on his pilgrimage specifically to avoid a leading role. Yet, despite himself, he could not dispute the reasoning presented by the few Masters aligned with the Silver Jedi movement. Jacen had returned with an understanding of the Force that was thoroughly unorthodox by Jedi standards. The Silver Masters were intent on preventing their reformed Order becoming a Jedi equivalent of the Inquisitorius. Having a leader with uncommon philosophies, and the Force Powers to prove their validity, would prevent the Silver Jedi from mistaking a differing opinion for true evil.
The doors of the turbolift finally opened, depositing the Jedi Knight at his destination. From behind the nerve center of computer panels that was his desk, Wynn Dorvan looked up and greeted Jacen with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Colonel Solo. I'm afraid she's occupied at the..." Wynn began before noticing that Jacen was wearing an expression that conveyed urgency, the man then dutifully activated an intercom, "Colonel Solo is here to see you, Madam Chief."
"Excellent, send him in," came the reply.
Jacen proceeded to walk through familiar doors into a familiar room. Here were the usual sights: a magnificent view of the city, an equally magnificent desk, an old Ysalimir whose presence Jacen had learned to tolerate and the occupant of this office, Natasi Daala. But also present were two unfamiliar and unusual men. One was a Chiss, and a wealthy one judging by his clothing. The other was seemingly humanoid but had grayish skin and a face that was sharply angular and oversized; this man wore a kind of hooded robe equally as alien to the Jedi.
"Ah, Jacen, you truly have the famous Jedi sense of timing," Daala welcomed him, "We were just discussing this situation in the Unknown Regions."