Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton jolted as he came to land into a speeder. He looked over and expected to have to swing a fist, but was instead greeted by [member="Jorus Merrill"]. The Zeltron let out a deep breath of a relief as they passed another sign. Why let the Darkside take hold and inure? When you could be cleansed with Everpur! Drug commercial with implications Jaxton thought unpleasant.
"You slippery dog." Jaxton said with a smile that beamed from ear to ear. "Couldn't stay out of it hunh? I suppose that's my fault though, sorry bout that." His smile faded, an he let out another sigh. "Seydon and I got separated because I, well, made myself very public." Jaxton admitted, as he stretched out his mind. It was difficult to pinpoint his friend in the Force with all of Jedi on this planet. Though immersed in the lightside the planet had a quiet coldness about it. "I think he went west, though I don't know where." The Zeltron continued to focus on the Dunaan, trying to feel him. Trying to go deeper into the Force. Jorus would notice a lack of attention as he did.
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"No! No!" Screams from a female Rutian, clothed in torn burlap robes. She shook against her captors, but neither left nor right was fazed, both escorting her down a hallway of light brown. There were no windows, no vents, no doors save for one at both ends of the hall. Decoration was absent, no artistry to speak of. The hallway seemed less a living place and more of a requirement.
"Many think the Jedi beyond corruption Selva, but that is sadly not the case. Few know it but the Shrouds and the Grandmasters, but once every few decades or so a Jedi experiments with emotion. Fuels themselves with passion. Choose to learn how to harness this power rather than deny it, even as adults." The robe on her left spoke, in a cool tone absent of inflection.
"You mistake my emotion. I grieve for Master Toth yes, but I do not use that emotion in the Force. I stifle it because that is what we are called to do." The rutian protested, trying to reach them.
"There is no death Selva, Toth has merely left the Living Force to join the Cosmic Force. Your grievance should have ended long ago, your discipline is lacking, and your resolve grows. We have felt it. Your sorrow is a beacon to the Darkside, one we must extinguish before it can take form and spread." Her escort retorted, with the only sound discernible thing in his voice being hubris.
"Everpur does not work on Jedi. The Force gives us strength against it." The Rutian replied.
"Yes, so we must use an alternate method to deal with you. Until twelve hundred cycles ago the punishment was to be severed from the Force, but one rekindled his connection afterwards. The Force is in all living things, and it was callous to believe we could deny it's touch to a being. To murder you would be to give in to anger, or passion, so we must also let you live." The escort opened the door at the end of the hall. A single light clothed the room, revealing a stainless steel table with binding clamps, a smaller table with surgical tools, and a Zeltron kitted out in a lab coat.
"So Selva, your mind must be reshaped. Take comfort in knowing you will never feel again."
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Jaxton woke from his living dream and looked around to find that it wasn't instantaneous. They'd moved somewhere.
"I had a vision." Jaxton said, a modicum of fear slipping into his voice. "Jorus, we need to regroup and make a plan." The Zeltron continued, and steeled himself for what may come next. Between Jorus, [member="Seydon of Arda"] and himself they'd figure out something.
"You slippery dog." Jaxton said with a smile that beamed from ear to ear. "Couldn't stay out of it hunh? I suppose that's my fault though, sorry bout that." His smile faded, an he let out another sigh. "Seydon and I got separated because I, well, made myself very public." Jaxton admitted, as he stretched out his mind. It was difficult to pinpoint his friend in the Force with all of Jedi on this planet. Though immersed in the lightside the planet had a quiet coldness about it. "I think he went west, though I don't know where." The Zeltron continued to focus on the Dunaan, trying to feel him. Trying to go deeper into the Force. Jorus would notice a lack of attention as he did.
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"No! No!" Screams from a female Rutian, clothed in torn burlap robes. She shook against her captors, but neither left nor right was fazed, both escorting her down a hallway of light brown. There were no windows, no vents, no doors save for one at both ends of the hall. Decoration was absent, no artistry to speak of. The hallway seemed less a living place and more of a requirement.
"Many think the Jedi beyond corruption Selva, but that is sadly not the case. Few know it but the Shrouds and the Grandmasters, but once every few decades or so a Jedi experiments with emotion. Fuels themselves with passion. Choose to learn how to harness this power rather than deny it, even as adults." The robe on her left spoke, in a cool tone absent of inflection.
"You mistake my emotion. I grieve for Master Toth yes, but I do not use that emotion in the Force. I stifle it because that is what we are called to do." The rutian protested, trying to reach them.
"There is no death Selva, Toth has merely left the Living Force to join the Cosmic Force. Your grievance should have ended long ago, your discipline is lacking, and your resolve grows. We have felt it. Your sorrow is a beacon to the Darkside, one we must extinguish before it can take form and spread." Her escort retorted, with the only sound discernible thing in his voice being hubris.
"Everpur does not work on Jedi. The Force gives us strength against it." The Rutian replied.
"Yes, so we must use an alternate method to deal with you. Until twelve hundred cycles ago the punishment was to be severed from the Force, but one rekindled his connection afterwards. The Force is in all living things, and it was callous to believe we could deny it's touch to a being. To murder you would be to give in to anger, or passion, so we must also let you live." The escort opened the door at the end of the hall. A single light clothed the room, revealing a stainless steel table with binding clamps, a smaller table with surgical tools, and a Zeltron kitted out in a lab coat.
"So Selva, your mind must be reshaped. Take comfort in knowing you will never feel again."
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Jaxton woke from his living dream and looked around to find that it wasn't instantaneous. They'd moved somewhere.
"I had a vision." Jaxton said, a modicum of fear slipping into his voice. "Jorus, we need to regroup and make a plan." The Zeltron continued, and steeled himself for what may come next. Between Jorus, [member="Seydon of Arda"] and himself they'd figure out something.