Reflection on the Past

[Jax Vos]

Luin Magist sat alone in a restaurant on Naboo drinking a gav. It was quiet here, peaceful even. In all his years Mag had never seen a more beautiful planet. There were not many bars here on Naboo, but since he returned from his self imposed exile the former Jedi made sure he always found the nearest place that sold alcohol. The Rebellion was stirring, the Imperium was trying to strengthen its hold on the galaxy, but refused to expand due to the lack of enforcement, and the Jedi were hidden away while the Hutts prepared to undermine both the Rebellion and the Empire.

Mag looked at the people in the bar with him. It was odd to think that just a little over a millenium ago these people were under the power of the first galactic empire. And just a little further back they were proud members of the Galactic Republic. Now they were under no government but their own. After millennia the Naboo and the gungans were no longer part of the big picture. The only thing that kept this planet together was its democratic monarchical government.

Mag let his mind wander to the time when he was still a Jedi and the Sith Imperium was only just rising in power. When the Jedi were the first ones to declare war. He had been only a Knight when he first battled the Sith. He should have died that day, but he knew his part in the story was not yet over. Had it not been for his failure as a commander, would the Sith have won? Is it possible that if he had killed the Sith he was fighting that day the empire would have crumbled?

Mag motioned for the waitress to come to him. "If you would be so kind as to bring me another drink," he said smiling at her. She nodded and returned a few minutes later with the cup. Mag thanked the girl and looked around.

Few here cared about the galactic turmoil. It was good though, it kept them peaceful, but only the gods knew how long that peace would last.

Mag smiled at his thoughts. Not twelve years ago he would have said "the Force" instead. His religious beliefs had changed over the course of the past decade.

He knew he needed to become involved in the affairs of the galaxy but how that would happen properly was beyond him.

 

[Sirocco]

Raleigh had been wandering the galaxy for years embarking on tasks that alluded his memory at that time that it had been some time sines he was back to naboo. It had been so long sines the empire savagely attacked the core worlds that one would easily forget how life was back then. Life that the jedi enjoyed in the serene comfort of the temples and the beautiful sight of the gardens and life as it continued in the hearts of the happy padawans and busy knights.

On second thought, Raleigh lost so much in those barbaric times that he should be pissed enough to leave the order for allowing it all to happen. Raleigh had lost his hope in the outskirts of the Tython temple at his farm, all that hard work and love given to his crops gone. His former padawans had disappeared into obscurity and he could not find them although it was assuring he never felt their deaths.The culture he grew up to love and admire, the mandalorians, ended up being just a bunch of disorganized beasts that ended up killing themselves into nothing more then petty tribes. And all jedi were in fear of persecution at any second of their lives.

Instead, Raleigh leaned on his jedi training and the wisdom of the force to keep him strong and alive and active in this dark times. Even when Raleigh should had become a snarling beast like the culture he descended from, he chose to remain calm, strong and hopeful for the future. Perhaps one day the jedi would once again take back the Jedi temples and bring down that crazy, ugly witch that was the empress.

It was in his idle thought that Raleigh felt a pull in the force coming from a cantina down the street of the Naboonise town and so decided to investigate. He sure needed a drink as well, his brewing stalls were one of the other things destroyed in the fires of war. walking in, Raleigh could see the force flowing strongly in this place and as he followed its flow, he could see it concentrated around a lone man drinking his worries away. Giving an exited grin, he knew exactly what he was.

"That drink is on me and bring me a goo cider" Raleigh said as he sat beside Mag as he presented plenty of credits to the bar tender for them both. Raleigh wanted to talk to this jedi master and maybe even learn a thing or two from him "jedi never stop learning" and he knew he had to have more then a few clever tricks up his sleeve.

 

[Jax Vos]

Mag looked at the taller newcomer. He knew immediately through the Force that this man was a Jedi. He looked the Knight over and realized that he had relaxed his concealment in the Force. Well, it was unlikely any Sith would come here so it was no big deal.

"Can I help you?" the former Jedi asked slightly confused. It was unlike anyone he had ever known to just randomly come up to a stranger without introducing himself. Then again, times had changed over the past decade. Mag decided to indulge the younger man. "I'm sorry if that seemed rude, it's just that I haven't had many conversations over the past few years that didn't end with a blaster pointed at me."