GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
[member="Zavii"]
Kashyyyk
852 ABY
The moon was dipping below the horison.The sun would replace it, casting it's lovely rays down on the tree tops of Kashyyyk. A brand new day, a fresh start for so many Jedi in the temple. A fresh start for Padawans, Knights and Masters. Each would be going about their business, training and meditating. They would be learning and studying. They would be playing and practicing and having fun with each other.
They would be enjoying themselves.
Kei was packing. He was trying to fit as much stuff as he could into one rucksack. He didn't plan to leave so soon, but he could feel that he wasn't fit to continue life around The Silver Jedi Order. He wasn't fit to continue studying as a Jedi. He was falling, he could feel himself falling. Anger and hatred towards his father, towards the atrocities that he had carried out.
His hair was gone. Kei had cut his hair, shaved. He was a new man, not Jedi anymore. He couldn't be a Jedi, not with the emotional rollercoaster that he was going through. He was a danger to The Jedi Order, a danger to The Silver Jedi Order. He was falling, he knew it. He didn't know what had caused it, he hadn't felt this before he had met his father.
The Jedi weren't all that innocent. Veiere had taught him that. The Silver Jedi Order had lead so many orbital bombardments, killed so many innocent people. They were no better than The Sith Empire, that much was obvious to anyone looking at The Silver Jedi Order. The Jedi had commited crimes unlike any other, crimes that would have annoyed and angered The Sith Empire.
Kei picked up his lightsaber.
It was the last thing he would be taking. His robes and lightsaber would be the only reminders of his Jedi lifestyle. They were the only reminders of what he once was, what he was before he became a victim of anger and hatred towards his father.
He shook his head.