Wolf231
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Corellia was as good a place to lay low as any. In the long run that would likely prove untrue, as even here information tended to have a way of finding all those ears you wished it wouldn't, given enough time. Even if you kept to yourself and kept your face hidden, it seemed. Arisa had learned that in her previous visits to the planet, so she knew that prudence dictated she only stay a day at the most. She had told herself three days ago when she arrived that she would only be staying a day; she didn't have time to waste. She had to rendezvous with the Order before they moved on into hiding or she would never find them. And yet here she was, standing at a spaceport her own ship wasnt even docked out, watching the bustle of activity that was happening.
She knew the reason for it; knew the reason for the general panic and fear in everyone's eyes. The Holonet haunted her still; the Order deserting the capital en masse and Bastele himself denouncing them as traitors. She had of course expected the Sith to immediately do the same when they won this war, but for it to come from the Alliance they had fought and bled for - it stung, surely. And yet she found she could not deny the claim that they had abandoned the Alliance in her hour most dire. It did not sit well with her, in fact it challenged her belief in the Code to the very core. The Jedi she had come to know so recently had in a single instant been forever changed in her mind. No longer were they a shining beacon of hope; instead they seemed like a small flickering candle, about to be snuffed out forever by the darkness. That had been why the Order had run, she believed. To preserve at least some small hope for the future, lest it disappear forever.
The darkness had always been there, in the back of her mind, she knew. She had been brought up by a Sith, and though he had not taught her the Dark side directly she had always felt its presence, felt it calling her to embrace it. She had always resisted the urge, but now she had to question what the point was. It was becoming increasingly clear the the Darkness always won, that it was simply too powerful a force to deny. So why should she not embrace it? It was only her morals that had kept her from doing so this far, but perhaps her morals were what needed to change. The galaxy surely wasnt going to change. Waiting for it to do so was a fool's errand that would leave her waiting forever.
She stood against a railing, not even trying to disguise the roiling mass of confusion that was her mind. She was too distracted to think that anyone would be trying to listen in, though most force sensitives who walked by might notice the fluctuation between light and dark. They would have to notice her for what she was that way, as she had left her lightsaber aboard her ship. She almost felt baked without it, but these were dark times indeed to be known as a Jedi.
She knew the reason for it; knew the reason for the general panic and fear in everyone's eyes. The Holonet haunted her still; the Order deserting the capital en masse and Bastele himself denouncing them as traitors. She had of course expected the Sith to immediately do the same when they won this war, but for it to come from the Alliance they had fought and bled for - it stung, surely. And yet she found she could not deny the claim that they had abandoned the Alliance in her hour most dire. It did not sit well with her, in fact it challenged her belief in the Code to the very core. The Jedi she had come to know so recently had in a single instant been forever changed in her mind. No longer were they a shining beacon of hope; instead they seemed like a small flickering candle, about to be snuffed out forever by the darkness. That had been why the Order had run, she believed. To preserve at least some small hope for the future, lest it disappear forever.
The darkness had always been there, in the back of her mind, she knew. She had been brought up by a Sith, and though he had not taught her the Dark side directly she had always felt its presence, felt it calling her to embrace it. She had always resisted the urge, but now she had to question what the point was. It was becoming increasingly clear the the Darkness always won, that it was simply too powerful a force to deny. So why should she not embrace it? It was only her morals that had kept her from doing so this far, but perhaps her morals were what needed to change. The galaxy surely wasnt going to change. Waiting for it to do so was a fool's errand that would leave her waiting forever.
She stood against a railing, not even trying to disguise the roiling mass of confusion that was her mind. She was too distracted to think that anyone would be trying to listen in, though most force sensitives who walked by might notice the fluctuation between light and dark. They would have to notice her for what she was that way, as she had left her lightsaber aboard her ship. She almost felt baked without it, but these were dark times indeed to be known as a Jedi.