Perception was a finicky thing. One moment you could be seen as the hero and in the next a villain. One word here, another there, and before you knew it the rug could be swept from underneath your feet. All that you could really do in a situation like that was to watch as the world quickly chased after you until you hit the ground again. What mattered then was what you did when you slowly rose up once again. The metaphorical rug would keep being swept from underneath the Jedi by one form of darkness after the other. Aeris had seen this pattern repeat itself throughout the majority of her life and there would be no stop to it, not even today. No, today would be different because today would be the day that Aeris would be the one to pull the rug out from underneath her own feet.
Before her stood one of the few consoles in the archives that still functioned. Plugged into it was a data core that had been provided to her by the master of the shadows in the immediate aftermath of the attack on their home. The device housed a complete recollection of the digital archive from moments before the attack on the Jedi temple had been launched. Precious little had been done to edit these files. It had been scrubbed of sensitive information, but that was it. Any and all texts from both Jedi and outside sources alike were contained within and they all told one form of biased story or the other about what the Jedi were supposed to be or once were.
“Knowledge without ignorance.” Aeris muttered as she pressed the button on the screen and a progress bar appeared in its place. “We have already reached one of our lowest points as it is.”
Copies of holy texts, transcribed holocron contents, and a great amount of other data were about to be made available to the public in its entirety. In a move not too unlike what previous Orders had done, Aeris knew that the best way to illuminate the path of the ignorant was to provide them with the means to educate themselves. One could lead them to the source, but they could never force them to learn. Those that wished to learn would have the ability to do so, and those that wished to discern and deconstruct had an equal chance to do so as well.
This was a means to an end. If the public knew more about the Jedi and had the means to make up their own minds, then they would know if the time to end the Jedi had truly come or if the crimes levied against them in recent years were merely the outliers of a broken and out of date mindset.
Either way there was no question as to whether or not this was the right thing to do. To hoard knowledge was to live in ignorance. The idea to not share it was a travesty and a mockery of any and all pretenses the Jedi would have to any form of claim to moral superiority. If they truly were morally superior then there would be nothing in these files that would prove otherwise.
… Except there were plenty of fething things in these files that proved that the Jedi were flawed. These things would be picked up on, and they would be relayed in mockery and taunts to try and goad a reaction out of the Jedi, but this too was part of why Aeris had decided to do it. The Jedi needed to change, they needed to adapt to a changing galaxy now more than ever. What the Jedi faith as a whole needed to do was to grant itself a look in the mirror to consider whether or not they liked what they had become in the eyes of the people.
At the end of the day, that was all that mattered. Always had been.
Before her stood one of the few consoles in the archives that still functioned. Plugged into it was a data core that had been provided to her by the master of the shadows in the immediate aftermath of the attack on their home. The device housed a complete recollection of the digital archive from moments before the attack on the Jedi temple had been launched. Precious little had been done to edit these files. It had been scrubbed of sensitive information, but that was it. Any and all texts from both Jedi and outside sources alike were contained within and they all told one form of biased story or the other about what the Jedi were supposed to be or once were.
“Knowledge without ignorance.” Aeris muttered as she pressed the button on the screen and a progress bar appeared in its place. “We have already reached one of our lowest points as it is.”
Copies of holy texts, transcribed holocron contents, and a great amount of other data were about to be made available to the public in its entirety. In a move not too unlike what previous Orders had done, Aeris knew that the best way to illuminate the path of the ignorant was to provide them with the means to educate themselves. One could lead them to the source, but they could never force them to learn. Those that wished to learn would have the ability to do so, and those that wished to discern and deconstruct had an equal chance to do so as well.
This was a means to an end. If the public knew more about the Jedi and had the means to make up their own minds, then they would know if the time to end the Jedi had truly come or if the crimes levied against them in recent years were merely the outliers of a broken and out of date mindset.
Either way there was no question as to whether or not this was the right thing to do. To hoard knowledge was to live in ignorance. The idea to not share it was a travesty and a mockery of any and all pretenses the Jedi would have to any form of claim to moral superiority. If they truly were morally superior then there would be nothing in these files that would prove otherwise.
… Except there were plenty of fething things in these files that proved that the Jedi were flawed. These things would be picked up on, and they would be relayed in mockery and taunts to try and goad a reaction out of the Jedi, but this too was part of why Aeris had decided to do it. The Jedi needed to change, they needed to adapt to a changing galaxy now more than ever. What the Jedi faith as a whole needed to do was to grant itself a look in the mirror to consider whether or not they liked what they had become in the eyes of the people.
At the end of the day, that was all that mattered. Always had been.
