Public Be Like Water (Jedi)

[Aiden Porte]

Pelie besk
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Aiden watched her go with quiet admiration, the corners of his mouth softening into a faint smile. There was something grounding in seeing a Jedi take such a direct hand in rebuilding, not through command or lecture, but through simple, tangible action. Pelie's presence among the engineers steadied them. The current of frustration that had crackled through their work slowly ebbed, replaced by a calm rhythm.

He let his own presence in the Force merge with hers, extending a field of quiet assurance around the group. It was a familiar dance, one lending balance to the other, neither overshadowing. When he felt the first spark of renewed power hum through the circuits, his eyes lifted toward her again. Her expression, though faintly tired, held warmth, and that was enough.

When she finally turned back to him, spinning playfully on her good leg, his smile deepened. "Hungry?" he echoed, already knowing the answer.

"Always."

They made their way toward the makeshift cooking station, the scent of grilled fish mingling with salt air. He accepted the plate from the vendor and handed one to her before settling into the sand beside her. The warmth of it seeped through the fabric of his robes, grounding him in the moment.

Pelie's words, when they came, were quiet but sincere. Aiden glanced toward the horizon, where the tide shimmered under a fading sun. For a moment he saw it not through his eyes, but how she might sense it, the currents of life, the pulse of motion, the steady rhythm of light and shadow that shaped the world in ways beyond sight.

He lowered his gaze to her. "It's beautiful," he said softly, "But what you feel through the Force… it's something I can't. You see the truth beneath the surface. The life in all things." He paused, setting his fork aside. "There's more to this world than sight. And I think… you see it clearer than most."

The waves rolled in softly then, brushing the sand. For a moment, neither spoke, the sound of the sea and the faint hum of restored power weaving together like a quiet promise that the galaxy, broken as it was, could still be mended.

 

[Pelie besk]

Aiden Porte

Pelie sat there and listened to the waves and the hum of electricity sensing
people scurrying about and the electrical currents of restored power going through the area behind them. It gave her hope for the galaxy as broken as it was hope that the galaxy could be healed and the cycle of violence could potentially end. She knew it was hopeful as unrealistic as it was but it felt good to hope for once she was too used to sensing the worst the galaxy had to offer and it got old.

"Those are kind words and you might be right but I'll never get to enjoy the sight of a sunset or sunrise like you do or the color of a field of flowers for all the benefits of my sight there are downsides aswell" she said sitting there quietly. As she took a bite of her fish it tasted fresh and good atleast to her as she kept her senses open watching those working and the creatures of the sea.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Pelie besk
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Aiden listened in silence, the soft hiss of the waves mingling with the hum of power returning through the settlement. He could feel it too the faint warmth of renewed energy, the thrum of lights flickering back to life, the pulse of quiet industry as beings hurried to mend what had been broken. Hope had a rhythm, he thought. It began small a wire reconnected, a light restored and from there, it spread.

He glanced toward Pelie as she spoke, her voice steady but touched by something deeper a quiet ache he recognized. There was truth in her words. For all that the Force gave, it also took. Every gift cast its own shadow.

"The galaxy asks much of us," he said softly, turning his eyes toward the water. "And it doesn't always give back in equal measure. I can see the sunrise… but I don't always see it clearly. The colors, yes but not the meaning." He paused, letting the thought drift with the tide before looking back at her. "You sense what's beneath, the life that breathes through it. That's something sight can't give."

He took a slow bite of the fish the flavor simple, pure and smiled faintly as he exhaled. "If I could share it, I would." he murmured. "The way the light touches the sea right now it's gold, like the world's been washed clean. But I think..." he added after a moment, "....you already feel that in your own way. The Force paints its own sunrise."

The waves lapped gently at the shore, and for a time, Aiden let the quiet speak for them both. The galaxy was wounded but not without heartbeat. And sitting beside her, he believed that maybe, just maybe, healing had already begun.

 

[Pelie besk]

Aiden Porte

Pelie sat there and listened to aiden speak as she ate the fish on her plate. They where speaking in circles but she was glad to see someone who appreciated something she could never do in the same way just like she could see things he couldn't. She saw the energy of the sun through the force and how it warmed the water through the force plus all the aquatic life for a long ways and how the energy of the sum affected them. If she focused hard enough she could sense how the electrical currents in one's brain functioned which she knew was due to her training with the luka sene.

"Thats life though it takes and its up to us to make of life as it comes" she said sitting there as she thought of her dead fiancé who she was forced to kill. As she talked to aiden but her face remained unchanged as she sat there "you can see the beauty of colors and how they blend and compliment the world around you without needing a Droid to follow you and tell you what colors the clothing you wish to buy is" she said sitting there as she took another bite of her food.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Pelie besk
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Aiden listened quietly, his fork paused halfway between the plate and his mouth. Her words carried a weight that wasn't just philosophy they came from a place of experience, of survival. The kind of wisdom that came only after loss. He could feel it in the way her voice steadied itself, in the stillness behind her eyes.

"The Force gives us sight in different ways." he said softly, setting the utensil down. "Some of us through color, others through energy, emotion... or pain." His gaze lingered on the horizon beyond their table, where the soft line of the ocean met the fading sky. "I think maybe the lesson isn't in how we see, but what we do with what we're shown."

He smiled faintly then, the kind of quiet expression that felt almost like an apology to the galaxy for all the ways it had been unkind. "You remind me that perception's not about limits it's about connection. Maybe that's what life really asks of us."

He rose from his seat, the sound of the waves filling the moment's silence. "Come on." he said, his tone lighter now. "We've sat too long in our thoughts. Let's walk the beach a while let the sea do the talking for us."

The wind off the water caught them both he turned toward the sand, waiting for her to follow