"Wont things like that loop back into the whole feedback though you were talking about?" Came a voice from the other side of the bar. A younger man, slightly unkempt, tall and broad shoulders was hunched over on his stool. A small glass of Corellian Whiskey with plenty of ice resting his hands as he gave the Ithorian a look, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"If you feel good about wrecking loan sharks. That stuff will feed back to you. Wouldn’t you start wanting to wreck other stuff?“ He said, before shrugging.
"Or it might not. Who knows really? The plant idea seems smart though. I’d say trademark it quick. Or keep the details hush so the Corpos don’t sniff you out." He mused, taking a small sip of his drink.
Would Jerec recognise him from the brief clash at Bespin? Unlikely considering the Ithorian's current state of intoxication That and they had not gotten a particularly good look at the Jedi, now clad as just another random spacer wandering through the bar. His stance and the feeling of him just another person like no other, and not a determined warrior monk facing down a dark lord.
"But I agree with you about the whole Jedi-Sith thing." He said, nodding slightly.
"Really fething stupid. And arrogant of both sides who think they know everything about this weird magic stuff of theirs. Like any religion that thinks they're the right one. And they keep grabbing the next generation wrapped up in fights that should have died out a long time ago." Shrugging, he waved to the barkeep, making his own order of loaded Fritzle Fries to the kitchen.
"I'd say the Galaxy would be better off without them both. But nature abhors a vacuum. So, one of those other Force cults would probably rise up afterwards."
"I don’t even think they need to indoctrinate kids really. Don’t see why they can’t take volunteers. All the stuff I've seen seems to imply their weirdness needs training to do it properly. So, I don’t buy into the safety angle. Let some kids grow up being able to talk to animals or float some rocks. Not like they are hurting anyone. And their own laws can hold them accountable if they do."
Did he believe this as a Jedi himself? Only partially, but he was curious. He wanted to keep the conversation going. It was at times like this he could learn more about the public opinion of Jedi and Sith from those who could look at the whole conflict from an unattached position. It was rather refreshing in some ways. Letting people speak their mind, their words unknowingly changing his own perspectives and challenging his own worldview, allowing him to grow.
"Jedi and Sith both seem to forget they don’t have a monopoly on morality. Galaxy keeps spinning with or without them sticking their noses into stuff."
None of these people present would recognise his face. At least it was highly unlikely they would. He was not as high a profile as some of his friends. And his current attire went a long way to obfuscating his identity if anyone had seen some of his rare public appearances. Of course, if someone did recognise him, it would be awkward. But he had just admitted that he himself considers a lot of the older Jedi traditions to be rather foolish. So optimistically, they’d recognise that he has some level of self-awareness.
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