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RE: Gadeon Halvran - aipsylon
Coruscant: Meditations on the Past
I had slipped away, hearing what was done in his masters name, rebellion, violence. These things are never something that she would have wanted done in her name; they are things she would have opposed most strongly. The others have lost much, and have a lot on their plates, they all have something to do, but me, well I had nothing better to do so I left, left for Telos. I could get free passage there and from there I was sure I could find a supply freighter. It was not until I left that they other tried to contact me and I listened to what they would say if anything. I would know what was going on, but I did not want to endanger the others nor hear of more important things that needed my attention in the core. I knew that Auro was a leader and we should stick together, but this was something that I felt I owed my Master. I could not earn her justice yet, but I could earn her memory its integrity. At least that is what I thought when I left for the rim.
Reaching Telos I spent only enough time to leave the spaceport before I slipped back in. Helping one of the dock workers load a few things onto a freighter I slipped off to hide deep in its hold awaiting its trip to Bonadan. What I found there was something to be sure, dust and broken mines, corporations had ruined this planet. Something I had always been afraid would happen to my home planet when I left it. That was not what I was here for. I was here to find out what those using my Master...former master's name were thinking. How they could possibly think that is what she wanted. I asked around and found out that one of her old students was here.
Heading to find her I was granted an audience very quickly. I had hoped that he shared my views, but what I found. That was something I had not expected. He was seeking to control those that would have followed her. To earn the support that he would need to realize what she had wanted. His means were never something that she would have agreed with though. She was a pacifist and he chose to use her memory to create an engine of war. From what he said the other four former students of hers were attempting the same thing. After leaving I looked into the others and found what he had said to be true. My attempts to talk him out of it met with obstinacy, and I was forced to concede that I could not change his mind in that regard.
Moving on from him I thought to seek the people out. Leaders that had chosen to take up her name in a violent manner. What I found as that they, on the whole, were not. The violent protests and worlds in rebellion were nothing of the sort. They were concerned and protests happened, but even acts of mass vandalisms were rare. I managed to get the chance to speak to them at a pair of the smaller rallies. I was never a man for speeches, but I thought it important that I at least try, try to send her message to these people. These people that were not in open rebellion, but that were frustrated, lost. These people that felt they could not change things.
When I stood before them I stood in my robes, and upon a box to allow me easily to see over the podium. “Key-Ana. I have heard some about her death. To me she was something more than just a symbol of hope that things may change. To me she was a teacher, a guide. I called her Master. She called me Padawan. To many the meaning of these words is not clear. Let me be clear. She was responsible for teaching me in all walks of life. Morality, the force, scholastic endeavors. I was bound to do all I could to learn what it was that she had to teach. I came here because I heard that violence was being committed in her name here. I am glad to see that is not the case. I am glad to see, to hear that it is just the frustration with how things are that causes you trouble. I know that at times it seems there are not enough voices. That the longer we wait that the less attention is paid to the reforms that we would like to see. Well in a way this is true, but in waiting we draw nearer to a change. The harder we push for that change the more resistance we will meet. This does not mean that we must not try, that we must not strive for a change. This means that we must learn out limits, understand our limits, and work within those limits to produce the results that we seek.
I am glad to see that see that we all have kept hold of our frustrations. I ask that we all continue to hold onto the memory of Key-Ana. I ask that we all take her symbol to fight with our hearts and with our will. That we not give into the violence that tempts us, and that we accept that some things we cannot change immediately, but that we have patience and know that the longer we wait for that change the more certain it is to come.”
I talked with a few more people there after my speech but for all the stories there I came to find that nothing truly unified them there. There were so many things that were needed to be changed. The Jedi business, the taxes, the not really Chancellor, All major concerns, but nothing really to unify them. Traveling to a pair of other Worlds I found the story to be much the same. On Etti Iv though I met someone. a Twilek with a gift for speech-craft and a distrust of the jedi. We got to talking and it seems that we became fast compatriots. He even offered to give me a lift back to Coruscant.
Since we were headed that way we made a stop on Troiken so I could look into myself as Unna suggested. While there I found my village and it was mostly as I remembered, but it was strange. The village was like one that I had spent my very early years in. When I looked around there as something off about it. As I spent a little more time there I came to find out why. My grandfather was but a young boy there. That as something to look into for sure given the age of the others other selves. I made a not of it and would come back in a couple years When my grandfather was older. For now I had to get back to the others and to see if Auro would be willing to set up a meeting with his mother.
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