Private Right on Schedule

[Tannor Grene]

The room was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Soft lighting replaced harsh overhead panels. The hum of distant generators and station traffic was muted behind layered sound-dampening walls. Every surface, every detail, had been chosen with care; not for luxury, but for calm. Neutral colors. Subtle textures. Gentle, indirect illumination. Nothing to distract. Nothing to overwhelm. A low table sat between two comfortable chairs, flanked by a small couch along the far wall. A simple tray held warm caf, chilled water, and a selection of mild teas. No datapads were visible. No recording equipment. No obvious security systems. The space felt private, both deliberately and meticulously so.

Behind it all stood the barely perceptible thrum of a Faraday enclosure, shielding the room from outside surveillance, slicing the space cleanly away from the endless observation that dominated much of the galaxy.

Tannor waited inside. He stood near the window panel, which was a simulated skyline slowly cycling through a peaceful day-night pattern. His posture was relaxed, his presence calm and grounded. His clothing was practical, muted, unassuming. Nothing about him demanded attention. And yet, there was a steadiness to him that quietly anchored the room.

This space was not a clinic. It was a sanctuary. When the door chimed, Tannor turned smoothly, offering a gentle nod of greeting. “Come in. You’re safe here.” His voice carried warmth, measured and steady, without pretense. “There’s no formal procedure. No required introductions. No obligation to share anything you aren’t ready to.” He gestured toward the seating. “We go at your pace. Everything spoken here remains here. I keep no digital records, and nothing leaves this room unless you decide it should.” A pause. Not heavy. Just space. “My role isn’t to judge, fix, or direct. I’m here to listen, to help untangle what feels knotted, and to walk beside you while you sort through it.” His gaze remained gentle, steady. “Whenever you’re ready… you can begin.”

Tag: Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Tannor Grene​

Mental Health was practically a foreign concept to Jonyna. She'd spent so long fighting, so long running around, running away, running for her life...

She'd never gotten the chance to slow down.

"Right, hi." Jonyna started, sitting down on the couch. She took a moment to get comfortable, before looking to the man in front of her. "I know you said no introductions, but I figure that's the best way to start my story..."

Jonyna let out a sigh. A long sigh. She wanted to get better, for her kids.

"When I was 5 years old, I was selected to become a jedi. I never made it that far. Got to Coruscant, only to find it in flames, under the control of a new regime. I fled to the outer rim with the help of others, but...I spent most of my childhood on the run."

 

[Tannor Grene]

Tannor did not interrupt. He seated himself across from her, posture relaxed, hands loosely folded, his attention steady and unhurried. No datapad. No visible recording devices. Nothing that might suggest this was an interrogation rather than a conversation.

When her sigh finally faded into silence, he waited another breath before speaking. “That sounds like a childhood shaped by fear,” he said gently. “And by constant motion. Never staying long enough for safety to settle in.” His gaze softened; not with pity, but with understanding. “You were five. At that age, the world is supposed to feel predictable. Secure. Instead, yours collapsed before you had the words to understand why.” He leaned back slightly, giving her space. “You don’t need to rush your story. There’s no finish line here. We move at the speed your mind and body decide is safe.” A pause. “You said you want to get better for your children.” His voice was calm, thoughtful. “That tells me something important. Whatever you’ve been carrying, you’ve been carrying it while still protecting others.” Another moment of silence, intentional this time, allowing her space to breathe. “When you think back on those years of running,” he asked quietly, “what emotion rises first?”

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[Jonyna Si]

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"...fear." She admitted. "But I put a lot of effort into making sure I don't let that drive me. I spent years trying to keep up, trying to find my own way. Not as a jedi, certainly not as a sith, but as...a hero. I know that might sound silly, but I tried my best to fight for the good of the galaxy."

Jonyna slumped at that.

"Fat load of good it did when I led my team into an ambush. Got a few of them killed, and I got frozen."

 

[Tannor Grene]

Tannor’s eyes met hers, steady and unflinching. “Fear is… understandable,” he said quietly. “And it doesn’t make you weak. It makes you aware.”

A pause, deliberate. “You spent years trying to do right by others. Not because it was easy, or glamorous, or recognized. But because you believed it was necessary.” His voice softened, though it did not waver. “That is effort. That is courage. That is… heroic, even if the outcome wasn’t what you hoped.”

Another beat. “You led, and people followed. And not every decision leads to perfect results. Even the best-intentioned actions can have consequences beyond our control.” He leaned slightly forward, hands resting loosely. “What matters now is not the ambush, not the freezing, not what went wrong.” He let that sink in. “What matters is that you’re here. And that you’re willing to face it.”

Another pause, a quiet invitation. “So… if fear no longer drives you, what does? What guides you when you make the choices you make now?”

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[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Tannor Grene​

"...nowadays? Indignation. I see a galaxy ruled by those who would step on everyone around them to get what they want. I see planets living under iron skies. I see men of power clinging to the same ideologies that I fought against before I went into the ice. And all I see are people who need to be torn down. Who need to be humbled. That's what drives me. Fighting for a better galaxy, so that one day, my kids won't have to."

That's all she could think about nowadays. One day, her kids would have to live in this galaxy. She wanted to make it one worth living in.