The Eye of the Storm

As she left the trial, Jonyna seemed to be slumped, walking a bit slower and tediously, her tail dragging behind her. What had been a trial for a man returning to the order, to her, had been a test of her devotion to the order. A moment where she asked a question, and by her own perspective was ignored and told to stay in her lane. That her 'own interpretation' of a code she thought was crystal clear was wrong, and now she questioned everything. The Jedi were meant to be heroes in her eyes, and now she was told they weren't. After 900 years, she had hoped that all the tales that her former mate had told her were just exaggerations of a poor memory. But now she knew the truth. The jedi were just as much prone to the politics that she believed held down the generation prior to her own.
And yet, she never really got an answer to her question. What was the code to mean if not what the words on the page directly said?
To fight ignorance through knowledge
To act as the guardians of life
To bring light to the darkness
To serve others, rather than rule
To always seek betterment
To be the light in the dark
Those words echoed in her mind. Words that she had sworn to take as seriously as her own code.
Do Good, even when it is inconvenient.
Protect the Innocent, for you are their shield.
Fight Evil where it stands, with both kindness and fury.
Above all else, survive. You are one of few. Do not let the Light die out.
It was a code she had drilled so far down into her mind, that it had allowed her to defend against the mental attacks of

Her mind wandered as others passed her, but it took pause as


They could answer her.
"M-master Nobles!" She as unsure if addressing them as such would be uncouth, especially given what had happened in the room they had just left. She was still in hot water. Hopefully she could get her answer...