Location: Osa-Secunde (the capital city of Osarian)
Objective: B?
Allies: The Force
Enemies: Indecision
Post: 05/20
A globule of water floated above the sandstone ground. The viscous liquid stretched and pulled as the bonds holding the state of matter together slipped and slid against each other in a chaotic fashion. Not far away from the impossibly floating blob, an aqueduct filled with water cascaded by; given direction the liquid flowed with purpose and its inherent randomness was contained within a form of order.
Sitting near the aqueduct on a bench, also of sandstone, Tyl held the glob of water in the air with her mind. From one perspective, she fought against the nature of the water. Water was a free thing; its molecules crashed against each other and to hold them against their will was to defy the water's very existence. From another perspective, she was acting no differently than the aqueduct was. The structure gave the water form by playing off of the substance's natural tendency to flow downstream. Tyl attempted to do the same thing, allowing the water to flow freely, not within a defined shape, but as an amorphous shape, its molecules crashing and revolving around a center of gravity.
The difference in perspective on whether or not water naturally had shape was no different than the difference in perspective between two groups of people. The basis of perception is defined only by the experiences of the person whose perspective is in question. A fact is only a fact until it is has been proved to be false. An opinion can be shared but not everyone will come to share in belief. Experience was the only thing that one could base their perspective on.
The only thing Tyl could do was to try and draw a bridge of understanding between the differences of perspective held by opposing parties. In that, she had yet to be successful.
Some time had passed since the Osarian Representative Council had adjourned. There was no sign that they planned to reconvene. Reports continued to file in over Tyl's datapad: the Republic forces were gathered and being organized on Rhommamool, a clan of Mandalorians came offering their assistance to the Republic military, some Jedi, including Grandmaster Raaf, were attempting to uncover the source of terrorist attacks on Rhommamool which were likely tied to the conflict between the worlds. Neither side seemed interested in avoiding hostilities, or even postponing them. The Osarian military grounds just outside of Osa-Secunde remained a hub of activity, one that was very easily seen from Tyl's perch. By the feel of things, the other staging areas on the planet were likewise buzzing with excitement, fear, nervousness, anger.
It smelled like war. And there Tyl sat, meditating. If the Osarian representatives were unwilling to listen, there was little for Tyl to do. She could not forcibly persuade them to put down their arms. If war was the desired outcome, then so it would come to pass, despite any feelings she may have in opposition.
So Tyl continued meditating, pondering her options, the choices available to her, how she could help without interfering. After a mostly fruitless session and an ever-growing glob of water floating in front of her, a noise stirred her mind from its depths. A commlink, attached to her belt at her waist, continued to vibrate, buzzing against the restraint that kept it in place. Leaving the ball of water in place in front of her, she took her eyes off of the mesmerizing sphere and turned a portion of her attention to the persistent device. Removing the commlink from its holster, she brought it to her face.
"Tyl Ro here."
"Greetings, Madame Jedi. Your attendant informed me of where I could reach you. This is Commandant Parnak Toland. If you have the time, I would like a word with you in my office."
