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The Light of the Force was a grand structure. Sebastian didn't care for the name, though. He didn't believe the Force to have a Light or Dark side, that only the people who wielded the entity held such traits. It wasn't to be argued, however. Everyone had their opinions on what the Force was, and no one could change that view of another unless they were truly willing to reconsider their beliefs. Sebastian was not one such person. Though he believed in the Unifying Force, he understood that the Dark Side and the Light Side were but manipulations of the single entity, the Force. Whether manipulation, period, was a negative action or the intents of the manipulation, themselves, were negative was also something subjective. The Jedi Council seemed to hold the idea that manipulation of a population for the betterment of their civilization was a negative trait because of the threats it might bring. But everything held a threat. Nothing was without fault. Nothing, of course, but the Force.
It might be believed that this philosophy held no validity in the current situation, but that was simply incorrect. The native peoples of Haruun Kal, the Korunnai, were highly Force-sensitive. The current situation on the planet with them and the Balawai was tense, but still unlikely. The Korunnai, with fewer numbers and lesser technology were defeating the Balawai in the Second Summertime Wars since the Clone Wars. Their view of the Force and his own would either cause conflict or ease in the situation. Anyone else who had a differing view could also complicate the matter more. So speaking of these philosophies would be key to keep the tensions muted. Though one lived by them, keeping them personal was often the key to a successful mission.
Sebastian was looking at the odd shuttle prepared by the Order. It was re-crafted with portaak amber to protect itself from metal-eating fungi and toxic fumes that would be found in excess on the planet of Haruun Kal. One of the others assigned to this mission, Roy R'yland, was also with him. Mumbled fused into the walls, their conversation ever more private. With the first one to approach them, he'd turn quiet as his attention turned to them in kind. "This won't be for the light-hearted. I understand your past as a bounty-hunter, but it was less than professional. You haven't experienced the wilderness as I have," he told the Padawan. It wasn't unlikely that his words seemed biting or even condescending. His lack of emotion definitely helped with that, though he was trying to bring himself from such a trait.
"You won't travel far from the mountaintops." It wasn't so much as a prediction but, rather, a command. The boy was fully capable of handling himself, but not in this environment. No soon-to-be adult likes being treated as a child, as is the way their culture has developed. But Sebastian felt the need to protect those not fully capable of handling themselves in fatal situations. It could be a lack of faith in the individual, but he thought himself responsible for their well-being and would do everything in his power to keep them safe. Perhaps he wanted it to seem like a lack of father rather than him caring too much for someone else he just met. This could be turned against him and it had been before. Still, he wasn't the most tactile when approaching any social scenario.
It might be believed that this philosophy held no validity in the current situation, but that was simply incorrect. The native peoples of Haruun Kal, the Korunnai, were highly Force-sensitive. The current situation on the planet with them and the Balawai was tense, but still unlikely. The Korunnai, with fewer numbers and lesser technology were defeating the Balawai in the Second Summertime Wars since the Clone Wars. Their view of the Force and his own would either cause conflict or ease in the situation. Anyone else who had a differing view could also complicate the matter more. So speaking of these philosophies would be key to keep the tensions muted. Though one lived by them, keeping them personal was often the key to a successful mission.
Sebastian was looking at the odd shuttle prepared by the Order. It was re-crafted with portaak amber to protect itself from metal-eating fungi and toxic fumes that would be found in excess on the planet of Haruun Kal. One of the others assigned to this mission, Roy R'yland, was also with him. Mumbled fused into the walls, their conversation ever more private. With the first one to approach them, he'd turn quiet as his attention turned to them in kind. "This won't be for the light-hearted. I understand your past as a bounty-hunter, but it was less than professional. You haven't experienced the wilderness as I have," he told the Padawan. It wasn't unlikely that his words seemed biting or even condescending. His lack of emotion definitely helped with that, though he was trying to bring himself from such a trait.
"You won't travel far from the mountaintops." It wasn't so much as a prediction but, rather, a command. The boy was fully capable of handling himself, but not in this environment. No soon-to-be adult likes being treated as a child, as is the way their culture has developed. But Sebastian felt the need to protect those not fully capable of handling themselves in fatal situations. It could be a lack of faith in the individual, but he thought himself responsible for their well-being and would do everything in his power to keep them safe. Perhaps he wanted it to seem like a lack of father rather than him caring too much for someone else he just met. This could be turned against him and it had been before. Still, he wasn't the most tactile when approaching any social scenario.
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