The Force Always Says Yes [Star Wars]

[gasparr]

Great vignette! Always nice to see an inexplicably lethal janitor droid. Helpful to have around. Hope Mlaki actually got a decent payout from the Republic!

 

[Natalino]

The contrast between his inner thoughts and the people around him are fun, unreliable narrator indeed.

 

[Grimmouse197]

And in regards to the Sith Holocron, it is something of a mystery why the Jedi Order insists on keeping as many Sith Holocrons on-site as they can...

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I strongly suspect that the destruction of sith Holacrons in the past Resulted in plagues and such being released. Other than that I don't see why they don't destroy them.

 

[BC1]

Just finished binging this and quite the amazing story.
Very rare to see anything set in in this era.

Absolutely loved the first scene with the high council I admit it threw me for a loop with Yoda and not being grandmaster, didn't even occur to me that we were that far back in the timeline.
I think you nailed his character though it still him but a younger and more impatient version.

Can't wait to see how this story unravels.

 

[Hyenanon]

Just finished binging this and quite the amazing story.
Very rare to see anything set in in this era.

Absolutely loved the first scene with the high council I admit it threw me for a loop with Yoda and not being grandmaster, didn't even occur to me that we were that far back in the timeline.
I think you nailed his character though it still him but a younger and more impatient version.

Can't wait to see how this story unravels.

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Thank you! It's one of the most gratifying forms of feedback, to know people have binged this story. It feels meaningful to know someone got immersed in it for tens of thousands of words at a time. I'm glad you enjoyed Fae and Yoda! I've really been enjoying the character of Fae Coven, and it's quite a different experience to write a character that actually exists in the lore outside of my fanfiction. Yoda is fun too. Love getting to use his playful side along with his dogmatic tendencies, in comparison and contrast to the other Jedi we know.

I have more in the works! I will actually probably begin posting more shortly. I haven't finished the arc in its entirety yet, but I know where it's going and the narrative points it will hit, and I want to post more before I begin traveling in roughly two weeks. If I don't have too much trouble in the editing stage, you can probably expect ten chapters before the end of the month. This arc is shaping up to be...almost embarrassingly long compared to the first two. I just passed 100,000 words in the story as a whole last night, actually!

I strongly suspect that the destruction of sith Holacrons in the past Resulted in plagues and such being released. Other than that I don't see why they don't destroy them.

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It is a mystery indeed. Curses of some sort or another are often rumored, but that applies to active holocrons too. I'll say this much, in my interpretation of the Order's philosophy, there's a good reason, which will be more or less revealed over time. Fae Coven is quite insistent.

The contrast between his inner thoughts and the people around him are fun, unreliable narrator indeed.

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Nerim picks up on things no one else would, and is oblivious to things everyone else knows. Mostly about himself! This was a trait I wanted him to have from the beginning, and I admit I got kind of frustrated with it at one point because it means I have to leave a lot of things as quite subtle subtext that I wish I could outline more clearly for the readers. Great opportunity for the vignettes. I will have more of them over time, although I'm focusing on the 4th arc for now. The vignettes might not come out in proper order, either.

 

[Hyenanon]

Spoiler: A/N

I've decided to meet my self-imposed deadline, I should actually start uploading right away. If I mess it up, may result in me running out of polished material and leaving you guys on a cliffhanger for a couple weeks before I can finish the rest of it. How embarrassing, how embarrassing...Anyways, I hope you enjoy Arc 4: [REDACTED]

Chapter 34: Sorry Master, Yes Master, I Know Master
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In the silent, cold chamber of the High Council, Grand Master Fae Coven's pacing steps echoed softly. "I sense a battle in our future, small in scale but great in importance. Servants of the Dark Side not only exist, but thrive under our watch. They have made a careless blunder and revealed themselves, and we must take this opportunity to hunt them down immediately, or else they will disappear into the shadows again. Our actions over the next few months may determine a great deal about the future of the Order, and the Galaxy."

Nerim shared a glance with Arwain, who looked at him with some amount of concern. "Grand Master..." He began, "I understand why you would tell Arwain this. But why are you telling me this?"

Fae huffed in amusement. "Well for one, you can't seem to stop yourself from getting tangled up in it. Remember when I said in due time?"

Nerim swallowed nervously, and nodded.

"This...girl?" Fae asked, scanning his expression. So she didn't know everything? Nerim kept his face blank and emotionless, his mind as clear as he could. Fae shook her head and laughed softly. "The one you're trying to hide from me. The one who studied from the Sith Holocron. You understand this is a matter of grave importance, yes?"

"...No?" Nerim replied, unsure.

"No?" Fae repeated, stopping her pacing.

"I don't think it's gravely important, Grand Master." He said, fidgeting. "More like an interesting footnote, really."

Fae looked at him for a long, silent moment, and slowly smiled. "You don't trust me not to hurt her, is that it?"

Nerim didn't reply, but his silence was a plain answer.

"And yet you trust her not to hurt anyone else?" She pushed, her head tilted and her nose twitching. "You trust a Sith Acolyte more than the Grand Master of the Jedi Order? Does that not strike you as a little strange?"

"With all due respect," Nerim frowned, "A Sith has never tried to kill me. A Jedi has."

The feeling of Arwain's presence tightened in his mind. His eyes darted to her face. 'Bad comparison, Padawan', her expression said to him.

Fae stared at him, her smile fading into that weathered, tired look. "Count yourself lucky, then. The Sith are entirely different creatures than fallen Jedi."

"You have to understand my hesitation," Nerim continued. "Chey-Linn also thought that Aesha was a dangerous Sith Acolyte, and in the process she caused a great deal of damage. I will not be an accessory to another witch hunt."

"The difference being Aesha wasn't Force Sensitive, and didn't have a Sith holocron," The Grand Master replied flatly.

"I..." Nerim thought for a moment, "...I don't think that makes any difference, actually."

"...What?" Fae asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"If everything else were the same, and Aesha just happened to be Force Sensitive and in possession of a Sith holocron, I still think everything Chey-Linn did would be wrong," Nerim said, his eyes dropping and gazing aimlessly at the floor. "In fact...I think that is the case, sort of. I think Aesha is Force Sensitive. And I still feel the way I do."

Fae stood still in front of him, brow still raised. She glanced to Arwain, who silently looked back at her with similar curiosity.

Nerim continued, meeting her eyes again. "You're using reasoning that I just don't think is good enough. You're targeting factors around the Dark Side of the Force, but not the Dark Side itself. I'm worried you're going to hurt someone, if you keep going like this. Like Chey-Linn."

Fae closed her eyes and sighed. "Nerim, remember your lightsaber training. The core principle, of restraint? How a single bad action on behalf of a Jedi could ruin an entire planetary system's trust in the Order for decades. Chey-Linn has committed a great error, and she will be harshly corrected. But you must not allow her to rule your perception of the Order."

"But I don't know that she has committed a great error in your eyes, you see?" Nerim said, holding his hands tighter together behind his back. "At least, not the same ones that I see."

Fae opened her eyes, her expression still weathered. "She incorrectly identified a threat, improperly rushed to action, unnecessarily escalated the violence, crossed blades with a fellow Jedi, and committed the forbidden Mou Kei strike, maiming two limbs in one swing. The circumstances under which she acted were extraordinary, and I attribute much of her failings to the inattentiveness of her Master and of Arwain, along with your antagonizing. Her very status in the Order is contingent on the results of the trial, if that is what you're asking for."

"I don't care about her punishment whatsoever," Nerim sighed, "I'm just answering your question. No, I don't think it's strange that I distrust you with this information. You are...tempestuous on this subject. You're too focused on battle for a mission that should be about fostering. For all the same reasons that I should not have been sent with Chey-Linn after our experiences in the Revanchist Temple, I don't think you should be sent on this mission."

Fae stared at him. Her eyes dropped downwards, and then back up, towards the windows and the skyline. She smiled and shook her head again. "Tempestuous! Hah! Battle! Hah!" She began pacing again, laughing under her breath. "How can I blame you? How can I blame you for your inexperience with the Sith? It is what I fought for. How can I blame you for your bad experiences with my Order? It is my responsibility. How can I blame you for your good experiences with falling in love? What child can resist? What a pickle..."

Nerim's frown deepened. "I take it you think I'm being foolish."

"Very much so," Fae chuckled. "Goodness. I feel like it's my first year with Arwain all over again. You both have such a talent at defending your mistakes. The same mistakes, even!"

Arwain smiled and spoke up for the first time in quite a while. "Perhaps they're not mistakes, then."

"Pfeh. Need I remind you how much trouble chasing girls got you in?"

Arwain's lips pursed, her back becoming almost imperceptibly more rigid. Her eyes darted to Nerim for a split second, before going back to her Master. "T-that doesn't...doesn't count. It was completely different." She said quietly, visibly regretting her decision to involve herself in the conversation.

"What?" Nerim asked, eyebrows raised.

Fae paced up to Nerim and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. "Young Nerim, I truly mean no harm to this girl you are protecting from me. I understand your trepidation now. You are wise to distinguish between the dangerous, the Dark, and the people who simply walk between the two. But perhaps not so wise to leave her alone to her own devices. In my life I have killed hundreds of Sith, but never have I sought to kill the people who became Sith. In fact, I would rather do my utmost to avoid it. I promise you that I would never hurt her, except to defend the life of myself or others. That is the Jedi way, the way I have dedicated my long life to."

Nerim looked into her eyes for a moment, feeling the calmness and light radiating off of her, soothing yet still somewhat imposing, like the cool mist rolling in from a waterfall. "I still think we have somewhat diverging views, here."

"Yes, but I still trust you," Fae said. "Can't you trust me too? I truly believe this to be of great importance. Whatever we've felt, she has felt it, too. Perhaps even with great precision, given her training in the Dark Side. If she truly isn't fallen, we can be allies."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That feeling of a string pulling on him was there. There was indeed something very important to do with Tetha, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was a sense that he should say yes, but not so straightforwardly. He opened his eyes and looked to Arwain, who nodded in deference to him.

"...Okay," Nerim sighed, "I'll find her."

Fae's nose twitched. "You'll find her? I was going to have a Jedi Watchman do the finding once you revealed her identity."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Nerim said dismissively. "She'd reduce him to tears."

Fae slowly narrowed her eyes. "Is she that good of a duelist?"

"No. She's that bad of a driver."

"Heh. Interesting individual," Fae muttered, beginning to pace again. "It obviously wouldn't be a good idea to send you unsupervised to meet with her."

Arwain excitedly leaned forwards. "But..."

Fae shot her a glare. "I am still in the process of reconsidering your ability to act as supervision."

"You can tag along with us if you want, Master," Arwain grinned.

Fae exhaled through her twitching nose. "Are you so nostalgic? Cute, but it is impossible. Not happening."

Arwain shrugged. "Fine, then. I suppose I'll have to do."

"You are explicitly forbidden from leaving the Temple until I give you permission," Fae responded firmly. "I will meditate on how to go about this. Now, both of you get out."

The two Jedi turned and began walking towards the elevator, and then stopped as Fae whipped her head around. "And when I said get out," she added, "That was not permission to leave the Temple!"

Both Arwain and Nerim's shoulders drooped. "Yes, Master," they replied sullenly in unison.

"Disasters, every last one..." Fae muttered to herself as the elevator door closed.

They began the long, slow ride downwards, the elevator mostly dark aside from the glinting lights of the city traveling silently around them. They each let out a breath of relief, and Nerim leaned on the glass, crossing his arms. After a minute or two, he caught eyes with his Master, and they both began to break out into grins.

"Goodness," Arwain chuckled, "I haven't felt that scared in years."

"Really? You two seem to get along so well," he teased.

"She's intimidating!" Arwain defended herself, laughing.

"So what was that about chasing—"

"Please, my Apprentice, I'm an old woman now. That sort of thing is well behind me." Arwain chided as they reached the bottom, and the door slid open. Jianno stood at the exit, arms crossed with a duffel bag at her feet.

"Are we getting kicked out?" Jianno asked immediately, looking at Arwain in a way that made Nerim somewhat concerned that they had already had a conversation about the possibility of exile.

"Not yet," Arwain winked.

"Damn," Jianno sighed.

"We're actually grounded, in fact," Nerim added.

Jianno looked between each of them for a moment, and picked up her bag. "You're grounded. I'm out of here."

"Nooo," Arwain whined in a defeated tone, holding her arms out and pouting. "Jianno, don't leave me here..."

 

[TFTwink]

"Nooo," Arwain whined in a defeated tone, holding her arms out and pouting. "Jianno, don't leave me here..."

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Yeah Jianno, how could you leave your shoulder loli