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trans_92010-05-26 10:31 am
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Ben Skywalker was trying to meditate, and failing spectacularly.
The Room of a Thousand Fountains – or, more accurately, on the ship’s reproduction of the room at the Temple, which was itself a replica of the Old Republic’s Temple Room of a Thousand Fountains – was designed to be as relaxing as possible, filled with waterfalls and shallow pools that rippled in the soft lights. But even in this familiar pocket of the ship, his mind remained stubbornly unblankable. His emotions, he knew, were an open book of pain, regret, confusion, loss, and even fear and anger toward Coruscant’s invaders. Jedi Knights were meant to have control of their feelings at all times, but, then again, most Jedi Knights didn’t have to relive the destruction of the galaxy.
He sighed, and admitted to himself that meditation was out of the question. There was too much to think about – could the Ohm be stopped, how was this crew supposed to stop them, should they be stopped at all, should someone talk to them, why were they doing this, how were the Daligig resisting them, why were the Daligig resisting them, where was Vestara anyway, what was the ship meant to do, why was the ship revealing memories now, had that really been his memory, had it really happened -- to put it all aside. And more than that… Ben needed reassurance from the Force. It was unquestionably childish, but after reliving that much death, what he wanted more than anything was the comfort of feeling the lives left on board this ship.
Ben closed his eyes and reached out in the Force, searching through the Force for his family, for the survivors from his own galaxy, and for the beings he’d met since his release from hibernation. He brushed each of their minds briefly, just enjoying the fact that they were there, not caught up in the cracking of a planet or smashed by enemy starships. They were alive and luminous in the Force – and that, more than anything in the Room of a Thousand Fountains – let him begin to relax.
The Room of a Thousand Fountains – or, more accurately, on the ship’s reproduction of the room at the Temple, which was itself a replica of the Old Republic’s Temple Room of a Thousand Fountains – was designed to be as relaxing as possible, filled with waterfalls and shallow pools that rippled in the soft lights. But even in this familiar pocket of the ship, his mind remained stubbornly unblankable. His emotions, he knew, were an open book of pain, regret, confusion, loss, and even fear and anger toward Coruscant’s invaders. Jedi Knights were meant to have control of their feelings at all times, but, then again, most Jedi Knights didn’t have to relive the destruction of the galaxy.
He sighed, and admitted to himself that meditation was out of the question. There was too much to think about – could the Ohm be stopped, how was this crew supposed to stop them, should they be stopped at all, should someone talk to them, why were they doing this, how were the Daligig resisting them, why were the Daligig resisting them, where was Vestara anyway, what was the ship meant to do, why was the ship revealing memories now, had that really been his memory, had it really happened -- to put it all aside. And more than that… Ben needed reassurance from the Force. It was unquestionably childish, but after reliving that much death, what he wanted more than anything was the comfort of feeling the lives left on board this ship.
Ben closed his eyes and reached out in the Force, searching through the Force for his family, for the survivors from his own galaxy, and for the beings he’d met since his release from hibernation. He brushed each of their minds briefly, just enjoying the fact that they were there, not caught up in the cracking of a planet or smashed by enemy starships. They were alive and luminous in the Force – and that, more than anything in the Room of a Thousand Fountains – let him begin to relax.
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"Yeah I am, and yeah, still figuring that part out myself. As soon as I saw it, I remember being there. Seeing it disappear in seconds."
He shrugged, "Figure out what it takes to take them down before more worlds go belly up. Prove to them some people aren't going to take this lying down."
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"You don't remember that part? Maybe they zonked you out before it. Couldn't tell who was holding me down, too dark to see."
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