There Is Balance
What was the Will of the Force? Did it have a Will? Was the Dark Side truly a sinister force or simply part of two sides of the same coin and only became evil when a wielder used if for evil ends?
These questions had been heavy on Nkri’s mind ever since he had found the Je’daii Holocrons on Tython and his journey towards balance had begun. As Padawan he had become frustrated with simplistic rejection of the dark side, and devotion to the light, for he sensed in nature of most sentients both. To reject one side or the other he began to fell was a path towards insanity, because the Force was the Force, of course of course, and nothing in ancient texts did he see really indicated it had a Light or Dark Side; that came later when the Je’daii split into the Jedi and what would become the Lords of the Sith. If anything that schism had lead the galaxy into a inferno of conflict that had lasted for eons. Was it possible to reconcile the two? If Jedi and Sith could see past their traditions and prejudices, the wars would end. A dangerouS idea. For then the war machine would lose its revenue, and the stars would know peace. Nkri was not blind, this philsophy wold make him a target of both sides, because it threatened he established order. And yet his aim was not to destroy the Jedi and Sith, no, he wanted them to perhaps try another way, from which they heralded, long forgotten.
Nkri’s had landed on Mygeeto, a frigid planet where the waters if one fell in would turn ta person to ice. Built above them was cities with honey combs of white ribbon lights:
The planet had a very storied history during the Clone Wars, and even as he walked below the great white ribbon skyscrapers Nkri could feel the ripples of memory there. His mask venting great puffs of breath like little smoke clouds as he walked among the locals, following the traces of the energy that bound all living things together. His lightsaber pike handle dangling on his back against the metal, the crystal purified kyber from a Sith Blade. There beneath the bright ribbons of light, Nkri began to meditate in the cold weather, waiting.. patiently.
These questions had been heavy on Nkri’s mind ever since he had found the Je’daii Holocrons on Tython and his journey towards balance had begun. As Padawan he had become frustrated with simplistic rejection of the dark side, and devotion to the light, for he sensed in nature of most sentients both. To reject one side or the other he began to fell was a path towards insanity, because the Force was the Force, of course of course, and nothing in ancient texts did he see really indicated it had a Light or Dark Side; that came later when the Je’daii split into the Jedi and what would become the Lords of the Sith. If anything that schism had lead the galaxy into a inferno of conflict that had lasted for eons. Was it possible to reconcile the two? If Jedi and Sith could see past their traditions and prejudices, the wars would end. A dangerouS idea. For then the war machine would lose its revenue, and the stars would know peace. Nkri was not blind, this philsophy wold make him a target of both sides, because it threatened he established order. And yet his aim was not to destroy the Jedi and Sith, no, he wanted them to perhaps try another way, from which they heralded, long forgotten.
Nkri’s had landed on Mygeeto, a frigid planet where the waters if one fell in would turn ta person to ice. Built above them was cities with honey combs of white ribbon lights:
The planet had a very storied history during the Clone Wars, and even as he walked below the great white ribbon skyscrapers Nkri could feel the ripples of memory there. His mask venting great puffs of breath like little smoke clouds as he walked among the locals, following the traces of the energy that bound all living things together. His lightsaber pike handle dangling on his back against the metal, the crystal purified kyber from a Sith Blade. There beneath the bright ribbons of light, Nkri began to meditate in the cold weather, waiting.. patiently.