The Force Always Says Yes [Star Wars]

[chiefnewo]

And Chey-Linn loses once again because she failed to take into account the boundaries of the arena!

That was an intense fight, when Nerim went for the saber through the bottom of the jaw maneuver I couldn't help but widen my eyes at how serious an action he was taking. Nerim's not here to duel, he's here to win!

 

[Psyentific]

And Chey-Linn loses once again because she failed to take into account the boundaries of the arena!

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And not just that; Chey-Linn started the fight despite explicit orders to Not. And, at almost every turn, Chey-Linn was the one to escalate. It's a fantastic, illustrative example of how dangerous an emotionally unstable teenager with a psi-blade and The Force can really be. It's a good example of how the Jedi can fall; too hopped-up on their own self-righteousness to actually pause and re-evaluate.

 

[Goudeauboywade]

That part about her, not being able to see her master again reminds me of juhanni from kotor

 

[Hyenanon]

Chapter 33: Always Two​

After another hour of Arwain grilling him for every detail he could remember about the altercation, Nerim wiped away the last remnants of his tears. "Where are Haaka and Chey-Linn?"

"Chey-Linn is in holding, currently. Her wounds weren't that bad," Arwain leaned back in her chair. "I imagine Jarroa will want some form of justice, which will probably mean transporting her back to Coruscant to hold a trial in a high court, to determine if there was any actual wrongdoing."

Nerim looked down at his cast solemnly. "...Master, was I in the wrong? Legally speaking?"

She took a deep breath. "I actually don't know. I searched for an answer while you were unconscious. I don't think that a piece of Mandalorian Wars-era Revanchist literature has been recovered by a non-Jedi since the Ruusan Reformation. There may well be no precedent as to whether or not this counts as a Sith artifact. There will have to be an in-depth study into the author, as well as every other facet of the Temple. The trial, even if expedited, will probably take years."

Arwain tapped her foot for a moment and continued. "If it does end up being considered a Sith Artifact, then you were in the wrong for defending Aesha, and she was in the wrong for possessing and defending it. If it ends up being recognized as something else...Aesha is still probably in trouble for starting a physical altercation, but it may get dismissed because of Chey-Linn's behavior."

Nerim stared at the cast, and then looked up to his Master. "Well then, I hope it's not a Sith artifact."

She chuckled. "It's not. They were still recognized members of the Jedi Order at that time, as anxiety-inducing as the current Order finds that statement. But who knows? Regardless, I don't think you were wrong for defending Aesha. Although, I wish you could've found a more peaceful solution..."

"Me too," Nerim said, quickly and bitterly. He reached down and held the hilt of Aesha's lightsaber in his lap.

"You underestimate your power, young Padawan," she said, standing up. "You have the ability to greatly affect others. For good, or for ill. Chey-Linn may very well have acted drastically without your antagonism, but that is hard to say. A little easier is that I don't think Aesha would have pursued Jedi artifacts so vigorously if she wasn't so impressed with you."

"So..." Nerim frowned. "You're saying this is all my fault."

She thought for a moment. "It would be easy to make that case. For any of us, really. You, for affecting people in the way you did. Chey-Linn, for her lack of self control. Myself, most certainly, for putting the pieces in position for us to make these mistakes. What's important now is for everyone to reexamine themselves and correct our own mistakes. And also..."

She was interrupted as the door opened. A protocol droid waddled in, stiffly bowing to the two. "Excuse me, Lady Jedi, Master Jedi. Your presence has been requested by the royal family. If, that is, you are well enough to attend?"


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Nerim awkwardly entered the large antechamber, just outside of an operating room. Inside the smooth white room, stacked with medical equipment and several droids and sentient doctors alike, laying back on a thin medical bed was Aesha. Or at least, most of her. Her legs were cleanly amputated just above the knee, bandaged up for now.

She looked dreadfully tired, and her fur was slick and slimey with bacta residue. Her eyes were red, and her pupils were flat and lifeless. Jarroa stood over her, holding her hand in his, his face etched with deep worry. Nerim briefly noticed, set out on the table next to them were two cybernetic legs, currently being worked on by a medical droid with what seemed to be a dozen small arms.

He slowly moved up to the two Cathar, as if expecting to be attacked, and Arwain somberly followed behind. When Aesha noticed them, her ears slightly perked up. "Nerim!" She called, not quite enthusiastic, but moreso relieved.

Nerim made small, demure steps up to her. "Aesha. I'm so, so sorry. I failed you."

She gave him a weary smile, which quickly faded. "It is okay. The doctors told me that compared to the past, cybernetics have progressed much recently. This is a good time to lose some limbs."

"Tomorrow would always be better," Nerim sullenly quipped. Aesha's smile reignited again for a moment, and she chuckled.

"You did all you could," she reassured him. "It is not as if you got away unscathed."

He looked down at the cast, knowing that his arm would heal and be good as new in a couple months. Unable to meet her eyes, he looked sideways to the table next to her bed. A datapad displaying a readout of her medical charts sat there, automatically scrolling through readouts of her various vitals. His eyes suddenly focused on one particular line.

Aesha's midi-chlorian concentration. It was just about 7% lower than his. He was just above the cutoff for a Jedi recruiter to begin the process of analyzing him for Force Sensitivity, and she was just below it. Midi-chlorians fed off of the Force, and where it was in abundance, they would multiply in reaction. It was no guarantee of true sensitivity, let alone suitability for the Order, but it was a marker. Infants with higher counts than him had been judged unsuitable and passed by before. He couldn't help but wonder...

He turned to Arwain. "Master, her midi—"

"That's not our job, Nerim," Arwain immediately replied, placing a hand on his shoulder and winking at him. She looked up to Jarroa, and nodded. "I apologize on behalf of the Order, Elder Jarroa. Nerim did his best, but we have failed you."

"Yes. You have." He nodded gruffly. "We will see to it that justice is done."

"I'm pleasantly surprised you did not execute Chey-Linn on the spot," Arwain said, placing her hands on her hips. "She would not have been so lucky on most Outer Rim worlds."

Aesha lifted the stumps of her legs experimentally, cringing in pain. "We are no stranger to this concept. One of our greatest cultural heroes, Juhani, was once a Jedi who fell to the Dark. But Revan refused to kill her," she said, looking at Nerim and smiling—this time a real, genuine smile of admiration. "Just like you."

"Um," Nerim's eyes darted to the side and back. "I'm not sure how to feel about that comparison," he admitted. Then something important occurred to him. "Oh, right!"

He pulled out Aesha's lightsaber, and held it in his hands for a moment. Aesha's eyes widened, and she began to reach out for it. Nerim quickly pulled it back.

"Uh, you know I can't give it to you in working order, right?" He said apologetically. He called upon the Force, and it clicked sharply out of alignment. It was utterly bizarre how that process had become second nature to him. Then he handed it over.

She laughed quietly and took it. "I know. But now it is a real weapon of the Jedi."

Jarroa looked down at the lightsaber, and then sternly at his daughter. "You regularly invite disaster on yourself and our house, child," he said, holding her hand tighter.

She gave him a toothy grin.

The group talked for a time, until Arwain crossed her arms. "I believe we best leave now. The Council is more than anxious to hear our report in person, I'm sure. Thank you dearly for your hospitality, Elder."

Jarroa nodded stoically. Nerim placed a gentle hand on Aesha's shoulder. "Goodbye, Aesha. Until we meet again."

She nodded, leaning back into her bed, letting the fatigue return. "Last time, you said we probably wouldn't ever meet again. Don't be wrong again, this time."

He smiled, and turned to walk out with his Master. As they exited the medical suite and began to make the trek down, he sensed something...familiar approaching them.

"Master Jedi! Master Jedi!" A familiar young voice called out. The two turned, to see a young Cathar flanked on either side by guards run towards him. It was one of the kids Nerim had hung out with on his first day, when Aesha was showing him around. "Master Jediii!" he called out excitedly.

He sheepishly approached. Arwain had told him repeatedly to just accept that laypersons would refer to any Jedi as 'master', but it still felt so wrong to hear. He was one of the ones that fell from the branches quite often. "Hello there!" He greeted.

The Cathar was holding something in his hand, which Nerim quite suddenly realized with a shock was the source of that familiar energy—his lightsaber hilt. "I have your sword!" The Cathar said, presenting it to him on both palms upturned like some sort of holy relic. "I found it in the tall grass!"

Nerim carefully took it from the Cathar, and grinned. "Thank you so much! That makes things a lot easier."

The young Cathar beamed with pride, swaying forward and back on his heels and toes excitedly. One of the guards smiled somewhat apologetically to Arwain. "The young lad alerted us right away, but he wanted to return it himself."

Arwain grinned at Nerim, as if to say 'See? Sending you on a wild bantha chase was a good idea', and pat the Cathar on the head. "Well done! We should get you a medal for this."

The child's eyes sparkled with glee.


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The trip back to Coruscant was mostly quiet. It seemed that Haaka Mahn and Chey-Linn had actually arrived half a day earlier, expedited as quickly as possible thanks to the dispute. Arwain seemed rather tense as they landed at the Temple in the Coruscant night, and Jianno ditched the two of them as quickly as she could, before she could get wrapped up in another Council meeting.

It was a smart move. As soon as the Jedi walked into the Temple, they were already being requested to ride up to the High Council chambers. Seeing no reason (or viable excuse) to refuse, they sucked it up and began the long elevator ride.

Nerim looked out the thin glass window that let in the moonlight as the lift whirred. "They have to produce faster elevators than this."

Arwain nodded. "They do."

"So why don't we use them?"

"Perhaps the point is to wait. It's a meditative technique."

"It's also an interrogation technique!"

She laughed softly. She hadn't told him what to expect, but it was clear she was anxious. After a few more moments, they reached the top, and the door silently slid open. They exited into the center of the High Council chamber, to find it completely empty...save one figure.

Grand Master Fae Coven stood in front of a large window, her hands clasped behind her back. Three of Coruscant's moons hung in the air around her, still catching sunlight even as the planet's surface around them was a mixture of dark gunmetal gray and beaming electric lights. Her stance appeared almost military to his eyes, entirely unlike anything he had ever seen from her.

"I have read your preliminary reports," Fae said evenly, without turning to them, "And I have already spoken with Haaka Mahn and Chey-Linn."

Neither Nerim or Arwain spoke. Something about the situation felt like they didn't quite have permission to. The silence hung ominously in the air.

Fae quietly sighed. "I trust you understand how gravely serious it is for two Jedi to cross blades?"

"Yes, Master," both Nerim and Arwain answered simultaneously.

"Arwain. Why did you send Nerim along with Chey-Linn?" Fae's voice was not quite icy—she was incapable of such a thing—but there was definitely a cold ring to it.

"A failure of foresight," Arwain said simply. "I sensed danger. I failed to imagine that the danger would come in the form of conflict between the two. I believe our time immersed in the Revanchist Temple is a partial explanation, but—"

"In due time," Fae interrupted. "Nerim. Why did you engage in combat with Chey-Linn?"

Nerim thought about the answer for a few moments. Because she drew a blade on him? On Aesha? Because she was maybe breaking the law? What was the core reason? "Because I...I sensed she wanted to harm someone. I felt it was my duty."

Fae continued looking out into the field of moons, stars, and skyscrapers. "...In the time when I was a Knight, your behavior would have gotten you promoted, Nerim. You displayed bravery, skill, and you resisted temptation to fall to the Dark Side."

He dully realized she was referring to the Trials, of Courage, Skill, and Spirit, that one would have to pass on their way to Knighthood. She slowly turned around, looking Nerim in the eye. Her gaze was steely, but pained. Perhaps pain wasn't the right word. It was more like a pain that once was: Her eyes were weathered.

"You would have been inducted into the Army of Light," she said wistfully. "A few millennia earlier, into the Revanchist crusade, no doubt. There wouldn't be a Knight alive at that time that did not see you as a prime example of what a young Padawan needs to be."

He swallowed. It didn't feel like praise.

"It cannot be accepted in the modern era," Fae said with finality. "What you've done is a gamble we cannot—ever—afford to lose. By crossing blades with another Jedi, you run the risk of sowing the seeds for another Schism. But it can be worse than a Schism. For eight hundred years, the servants of Dark have had no place in the Galaxy. For eight hundred years, the only grand threat the Republic has faced has been from within. From us."

She strode up towards Nerim. They were practically the same height, now. He had always remembered her being taller. She stopped a few steps away from him, and he felt the great weight of her presence press further around him, as if the Force itself were telling him to take heed of everything she said.

"Nerim," she said softly, "The Jedi Order as it is today, is the greatest threat the Galaxy has ever known. We alone hold all knowledge, power, and control of the Force. If we were to fall, there would be nobody to stop us. We would be a greater scourge than any attempted Sith Empire ever was. Understand?"

He slowly nodded. He had never seen her this serious before.

"It is because of that, that I have spent my life teaching the Jedi Order to obliterate its self before venturing into meddling with the Galaxy."

A sudden memory appeared in Nerim's mind. Darth Machina's holocron. The Jedi Order deliberately holds its students back, teaches them to handicap themselves at every opportunity.

Fae nodded along to the rhythm of the words as they played out in his memory. "Yes, yes, the Sith can unintentionally give us insight from time to time."

He jumped in place. She could read his thoughts?! He immediately began the Litany of the Formless. How deep did his memory go? Did she know about Tetha—

"Nerim," she said wearily, "Please do not insult me. Of course I know. I'll get to it in due time."

His heart dropped and, internally defeated, he silently waited for her to continue.

"It has always been my belief that it is the place of the Order not to steward the Galaxy, but rather to prevent such domination entirely. The Galaxy is quite capable of providing for itself, but it is our solemn duty alone to oppose any and all conscious, malicious manipulation of the Force. And in an era where there are no Sith, that can only mean that our enemy is the Jedi."

Nerim struggled to move on from the morose realization that his mind had betrayed Tetha, but Fae had a way of speaking that just made him want to listen. He had never once gotten the impression that she was giving him now. If anything, the Jedi Temple seemed to be one gigantic monument to patting themselves on the back. It was certainly not as opulent as the palaces of secular royalty, but there was always a certain...pride in their humility.

Fae snorted derisively. "This is a lesson I have failed to consciously imprint on the vast majority of my students. I can't entirely blame them. It is a bizarre and contradictory one. But it is deeply necessary. Each and every one of my reforms has been centered around it. I have passed up on immeasurable goods, just in order to ensure an absence of evils. I've reassigned ten thousand well-intentioned Jedi just like yourself, to prevent a single Fall. I've exiled fewer, but upon learning of your actions—of tapping into the Revanchist nexus, and battling your fellow Padawan, I put it into consideration."

His pulse quickened, and he nervously swallowed, readying himself for the worst.

"There are three reasons that I am not immediately exiling you," she said sternly. "The first is that you pulled back from the Dark Side. The second is that you have a very stupid Master, who irresponsibly lead you into this situation."

Nerim's expression hardened. "Arwain is not stupid," he firmly rebuked, instantly, before he even had time to think about if it was a good idea. Arwain's eyes widened in surprise, but she remained motionless otherwise.

There was a brief, tense pressure between their eyes. Then, Fae reached up and stroked her whiskers, slightly smiling. "The third is that I like your guts."

He blinked. "Huu—um, what?"

Fae laughed like the old woman she was, turning and pacing across the room. "Nerim, in you, I see two possibilities. In one, you are a troubled kid, who is a trouble student, and finds himself both in trouble and causing trouble for other people. You refuse to gel with the Order, because in your strife, you are compelled to fall to the Dark. You are exactly what I fear."

Nerim shuddered. Not at her disapproval, at the thought that Grand Master Fae Coven could fear something. That she could even not know.

"In the other," Fae said, turning and pacing in the other direction, "All of that is still true, except the last bit. You refuse to gel with the Order, because in your strife, you are compelled to rise to the Light, and you are more committed to it than to us. I would be remiss not to note, you don't get along well with us in either version!" She giggled playfully. "You see, Nerim, you are far too much like young Arwain."

He slightly turned his head towards Arwain, keeping his eyes on Fae. "Master, what does she mean by that?"

A bead of sweat trailed down Arwain's brow. "Master, what do you mean by that?"

"You're utterly impossible!" Fae said, swinging her fist with the statement. "No matter what, you are a Bantha I simply cannot lead to water, no matter how much I try, no matter how much I'm right!" She turned and looked out the grand glass window, at the three moons, and smiled wistfully. "And especially when I'm wrong. I think, if I fell, I could take a great deal of the Council into the Dark with me. But not you two. I imagine Nerim would treat me much the same way he treated Chey-Linn..."

She turned back to them. "Nerim. Arwain. I've been wrong about a great many things. One of these great errors has revealed itself."

Nerim and Arwain shared an uncertain glance. "What is it?" The Master asked.

"You've already felt it. That which clouded your vision during your mission. It has revealed its nature to the Council."

Nerim looked to the floor. "That...retching?"

The Grand Master nodded solemnly. "I was wrong. The Jedi are not the only masters of the Force. Not anymore. Somewhere, somehow, a Wound has opened in the Force. This can mean only one thing. Somewhere, there are servants of the Dark which have attained deeply forbidden power."


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Spoiler: A/N

And that wraps up Arc 4, Cathar. It was a little delayed because I've been mad busy, and was also difficult to write and edit, but I'm happy with how it's gone. There are some questions left unanswered, but I figure I got at least two more arcs left in me before this is over. As always, though, I'm not going to start uploading the next arc until I'm pretty certain of where it's going. Last time I said that, it took a week, and the time before that, it took a year, so I truly do not know when I will next upload. But I think I still have the bug, and I plan to start writing the next arc actively tomorrow morning, so I'd tentatively say I hope it'll be a lot closer to a week than a year.

I really appreciate any thoughts people can share, about anything really. Every comment I get is a lot of fun to read, and I think this story has quite a few things to notice and discuss or speculate on, and I quite like being able to give insight into the writing process--since for me, that's the really fun part! It's kinda like I'm a diabetic willy wonka. I just like making candy and showing people how I make the candy. I also like them eating it, of course!

 

[Kaine941]

Does she really not see how arrogant it is to try and control what people do with the Force? Or maybe she does but can't think of anything better. Just seems to me that the deadening of emotion leaves way more people vulnerable to falling. Seems foolish to neuter thousands to prevent a Fall, when properly taught it would be thousands much stronger than these Jedi against one fallen one.

 

[Firewalker]

How the fuck is Nerim getting his ass blasted here, while that cunt Chey-Lynn cut off the legs of the civilian daughter of a goverment official? And why are 2 masters getting off so easily? It was their lack of oversight that led to this debacle. Also, kill all telepaths, so annoying, I don't know how Nerim manages to stand this, being surrounded by people that can peer into your psyche at will while you can't do anything. "Of course I know" then why didn't you tell him that you know and don't care? I would be hitting the road by that point. They drag Nerim in situations where he gets shot at, where he has to navigate force bullshit and he is not trained to handle those things at all, they don't even give him a gun! Being a "Jedi" puts him in more danger than being an unskilled orphan. Danger that comes from fellow Jedis too! And why didn't they throw the sith holocron into the black hole?

 

[Psyentific]

I have passed up on immeasurable goods, just in order to ensure an absence of evils.

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I condemn them.

 

[Hyenanon]

Does she really not see how arrogant it is to try and control what people do with the Force? Or maybe she does but can't think of anything better. Just seems to me that the deadening of emotion leaves way more people vulnerable to falling. Seems foolish to neuter thousands to prevent a Fall, when properly taught it would be thousands much stronger than these Jedi against one fallen one.

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I think one of the biggest issues in-universe for the Jedi Order in trying to determine their direction is that throughout history, they have never really committed to one form of training or another. In Revan's time, the Order developed a weird segregationist "separate but equal" stance where the Revanchists were allowed to play fast and loose but the Real Order(tm) would remain detached and numb to their emotions. This lead to the Revanchists turning into literal Sith Lords, and bizarrely enough, the Real Order(tm) turning into literal Sith Lords! Going back to the Je'Daii, you find the same thing, and scrolling forward through the rest of the Great Sith Wars and even further forward to the Clone Wars, this continues to be a issue, where the progressive faction and the traditionalist faction end up in these separate camps not listening to each other, and both fall to the Dark Side, ending with Anakin (the progressive) falling to the Dark to protect Palpatine from Mace Windu (the traditionalist) who just fell to the Dark Side and in his rage tried to kill Palpatine.

It's easy for the Jedi in-universe to blame either of the camps, because they both fuck up horribly every time something goes wrong! Fae Coven, in my characterization, is one of the great attempts of the Order to squash this from being an issue, because she rules the Golden Age with a traditionalist iron fist. This in some ways leads to the Golden Age, because she prevented the Army Of Light from turning into what the Revanchists turned into. But as you can see in the Prequels and OT, it also leads to a dark age, when the Order fails to notice or stop Palpatine or Anakin's fall.

Of course, I don't think wholeheartedly committing to either 'side' of the Jedi Order debate is entirely natural. The dichotomy doesn't even neatly fit Fae herself, as much as she tries.

How the fuck is Nerim getting his ass blasted here, while that cunt Chey-Lynn cut off the legs of the civilian daughter of a goverment official? And why are 2 masters getting off so easily? It was their lack of oversight that led to this debacle. Also, kill all telepaths, so annoying, I don't know how Nerim manages to stand this, being surrounded by people that can peer into your psyche at will while you can't do anything. "Of course I know" then why didn't you tell him that you know and don't care? I would be hitting the road by that point. They drag Nerim in situations where he gets shot at, where he has to navigate force bullshit and he is not trained to handle those things at all, they don't even give him a gun! Being a "Jedi" puts him in more danger than being an unskilled orphan. Danger that comes from fellow Jedis too! And why didn't they throw the sith holocron into the black hole?

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The Council, or at least Fae, doesn't believe in public castigation. Her meeting with Haaka Mahn and Chey-Linn happened separately and offscreen, and it's currently unclear what happened during it. Similarly, while it's taboo to castigate a Padawan without the Master in the room, she will be having separate meetings with Haaka and Arwain as well. This is, in my experience, pretty common in real-world organizations of a religious, governmental, and even business nature, as well as any of the dojos I've ever studied in. It's not a very satisfying arrangement. Nerim himself would probably feel fairly little frustration at this, since he easily forgets his enemies, but it's probably quite common for Jedi to feel great disquiet at not knowing exactly how their fellow Jedi are being punished behind the scenes. I know from experience that organizations with policies like this often create grudges by two arguing people who feel the other didn't get properly disciplined, and assume they are being treated unfairly in secret! And sometimes, they're even right!

From the perspective of the people who create these policies, usually they cite decorum, the similar emotional pain that comes from naming-and-shaming, and a sense of fairer justice when administered anonymously, to avoid the desire to make public punishments for public perception purposes rather than justice. I also find that often, it's because they they just don't want to deal with public tumult, for reasons of vanity and/or laziness. It's up to your interpretation where Fae falls on this spectrum.

As for telepathy, Jedi grow up their whole lives with vague telepathic powers that only sharpen over time, and most of them view it as no more odd than using their other senses. In much the same way, I'd argue, that some people grow up picking their noses in public their whole lives. It's fucking infuriating! Many of them have adapted to it over a lifetime, but Nerim's unique view of the Force makes it extra prickly for him. As one might surmise from his statement that he doesn't need to be a Knight, and his continued preference for being Literally Anywhere But The Temple, it could be said that even though he's accepted being a Jedi for now he still doesn't really feel attached to the concept. He's not hitting the road of his own accord yet, but he is not really afraid of exile in the same way 99.9998% of Jedi are.

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...

I condemn them.

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Paraphrasing MLK jr., true peace is not merely the absence of tension, but the presence of justice. This is a concept that the Jedi Order seems to have trouble wrapping their heads around.

 

[Firewalker]

The Council, or at least Fae, doesn't believe in public castigation. Her meeting with Haaka Mahn and Chey-Linn happened separately and offscreen, and it's currently unclear what happened during it. Similarly, while it's taboo to castigate a Padawan without the Master in the room, she will be having separate meetings with Haaka and Arwain as well. This is, in my experience, pretty common in real-world organizations of a religious, governmental, and even business nature, as well as any of the dojos I've ever studied in. It's not a very satisfying arrangement.

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I am aware of those, I just think Nerim gets the short end of a stick again. 4 space hippies roll into the hood to get their toys back(that they misplaced, like always) from a Jedi cosplayer, one of them ends up fighting the other and chops off the civilian muggles legs, while their superiors are doing fuck all, one of them prevents this from being a COMPLETE fiasco, and then they say we're going to internally punish those responsible inside of our organisation that you have no sway over, bye. I think if a space cop chops someone's legs off it should be a career ending incident, turn in your lightsaber, agricorps here we go, but I doubt that will be the case, it's probably 2 weeks of meditation or something like that. Nerim gets punished more for his nonconformity that he has no control over. And why did Chey-Linn rummage through his mind? Why didn't Nerim mention this to anyone?

 

[Simonbob]

I think if a space cop chops someone's legs off it should be a career ending incident, turn in your lightsaber, agricorps here we go, but I doubt that will be the case, it's probably 2 weeks of meditation or something like that. Nerim gets punished more for his nonconformity that he has no control over. And why did Chey-Linn rummage through his mind? Why didn't Nerim mention this to anyone?

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We don't know that.

It's all happening elsewhere, so they might be booting her from the Order, and sending her back for 20 years in Cathar prison.


We'll find out later, just how far they go.

 

[Hyenanon]

And why did Chey-Linn rummage through his mind? Why didn't Nerim mention this to anyone?

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There was a bit of a time crunch for me in regards to closing up this arc, since it was already verging on being a little too long. This will be addressed thoroughly in the instigating incidents for the next two arcs, though! As for why Nerim didn't mention it, he did during his exhaustive recounting of the situation to Arwain, it's just that Arwain didn't comment on it--or anything else, except for what we saw. She's very selective with her silences. Nerim didn't bring it up to Fae Coven because he's a little bit intimidated by her and defeatist about the idea of receiving any help from the Masters. He's only just begun to trust Arwain, but none of the other Jedi have really made the effort to bridge that gap, except partially T'zai.