Good Men Don't Need Rules
"Sometimes in life, all we can do is live with the consequences."
Csilla is not the same from what it once was. A planet with life, culture. It once was. Now, it is gone. Planetary scraps of what was. A halo of junk, scrap, ships, satellites, and debris that only reminded me of that day. The Galactic Alliance had taken over the space and claimed it as their own. Attempting to go through the wreckage to recover what they could. A valiant effort, but honestly, just a ploy to keep the people who lost something here, happy.
Partly why I was here. I had lost... my companion. I fought for this planet. I cried, I sweat, and I bled for this planet to survive, yet I had failed. I tried, and failed.
This weighed heavily upon me. No amount of my strength, or determination mattered at the end of the day. The powers that be, allowed for this to happen. The Force allowed it. Sending me into a spiral of depression, anguish, and hatred. I started to take it out on other people needlessly. So I left. Leaving the galaxy to its own devices. Hanging up my weapons, and calling it a day. I'm not a Jedi anymore. Many of my thoughts, were of me never being a Jedi at the beginning. I didn't follow many of their ideals, didn't agree with how they seemed to parade themselves as righteous protectors of the galaxy. Their own existence invited competition. I had done research. Many that were found again. How the Je'daii and their civil war brought about the creation of the Dark Jedi, and the Sith. They created their own nemesis. I angered at this for far longer than I should have.
Now, I have made peace with it. The actions I took, brought about these consequences. Trying to be a Hero for everyone and everything.
A jolt of the carrier brought me out of my thoughts. The heavy rasping of equipment upon me. Breathers, Space suits and tools. Beside me, Garren chuckled and elbowed me with his enormous frame.
"Finally awake Varis?"
"eh"
"You take everything so seriously man."
"Yeah."
"Well I hope your rest was worth it. Cus we are taking apart one of them Maw ships today."
"Long day today?"
"Yeah, its gonna be if you keep up that attitude."
I stayed silent after that. Not really paying attention to the large man. In the time I had spent away from the galaxy, sent me here. Finding a job to take apart the remains of the battle over Csilla. While today our crew was taking apart a Brotherhood of the Maw ship apart, other crews might work on Galactic Alliance, Silver Jedi, Sith. When I got the job, they asked how much I knew of ships. All I said to them was that I served on Csilla aboard a Galactic Alliance ship. So I knew my way around it. While I had a new name now, I just tried my best to stay out of trouble.
The Carrier came to a stop. Anchoring to the Maw ship. All of us stood up and were preparing for our assignments of where to start. The Foreman walked down the isle and handed out chips that we could insert into the helmet and give us a mapping of the ship, and where we needed to be. Garren and I were given the starbord side of the ship bay. We were not to be taking apart the ship itself, but any left over ships inside. Silently I stood, and followed Garren to another day of work.
Consequences of what I had done.
Csilla is not the same from what it once was. A planet with life, culture. It once was. Now, it is gone. Planetary scraps of what was. A halo of junk, scrap, ships, satellites, and debris that only reminded me of that day. The Galactic Alliance had taken over the space and claimed it as their own. Attempting to go through the wreckage to recover what they could. A valiant effort, but honestly, just a ploy to keep the people who lost something here, happy.
Partly why I was here. I had lost... my companion. I fought for this planet. I cried, I sweat, and I bled for this planet to survive, yet I had failed. I tried, and failed.
This weighed heavily upon me. No amount of my strength, or determination mattered at the end of the day. The powers that be, allowed for this to happen. The Force allowed it. Sending me into a spiral of depression, anguish, and hatred. I started to take it out on other people needlessly. So I left. Leaving the galaxy to its own devices. Hanging up my weapons, and calling it a day. I'm not a Jedi anymore. Many of my thoughts, were of me never being a Jedi at the beginning. I didn't follow many of their ideals, didn't agree with how they seemed to parade themselves as righteous protectors of the galaxy. Their own existence invited competition. I had done research. Many that were found again. How the Je'daii and their civil war brought about the creation of the Dark Jedi, and the Sith. They created their own nemesis. I angered at this for far longer than I should have.
Now, I have made peace with it. The actions I took, brought about these consequences. Trying to be a Hero for everyone and everything.
A jolt of the carrier brought me out of my thoughts. The heavy rasping of equipment upon me. Breathers, Space suits and tools. Beside me, Garren chuckled and elbowed me with his enormous frame.
"Finally awake Varis?"
"eh"
"You take everything so seriously man."
"Yeah."
"Well I hope your rest was worth it. Cus we are taking apart one of them Maw ships today."
"Long day today?"
"Yeah, its gonna be if you keep up that attitude."
I stayed silent after that. Not really paying attention to the large man. In the time I had spent away from the galaxy, sent me here. Finding a job to take apart the remains of the battle over Csilla. While today our crew was taking apart a Brotherhood of the Maw ship apart, other crews might work on Galactic Alliance, Silver Jedi, Sith. When I got the job, they asked how much I knew of ships. All I said to them was that I served on Csilla aboard a Galactic Alliance ship. So I knew my way around it. While I had a new name now, I just tried my best to stay out of trouble.
The Carrier came to a stop. Anchoring to the Maw ship. All of us stood up and were preparing for our assignments of where to start. The Foreman walked down the isle and handed out chips that we could insert into the helmet and give us a mapping of the ship, and where we needed to be. Garren and I were given the starbord side of the ship bay. We were not to be taking apart the ship itself, but any left over ships inside. Silently I stood, and followed Garren to another day of work.
Consequences of what I had done.
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