Gadeon Halvran - aipsylon

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Meditations on Frey-

It was late in the day when Unna came to them with a vision she had had. The first thing that Auro suggested was talking to Graff, to avoid what was to be done and to set in motion spiraling events that could not be predicted, rendering the information her vision showed almost meaningless. Gadeon misinterpreted that vision of hers badly when she looked at it he thought it was done when Master Durase set about diffusing it in the banquet hall, but then they returned and it seemed that light sabers were still out, they still were stealing speeders to travel. He would have followed, but there was something more about it, his thoughts raced he thought he fought to think, and as he did he settled his mind, deep breaths, in and out, calming his mind, removing the emotion, the anger, the fear, the guilt, all that he had in all those things and as he did he settled himself to look at what happened.


The Party for the king went well, had the night ended there it would have been a great success. They had learned more about the political climate there, and as they did, they found those that might be friends, learned of those that might be enemies. Learned of Asguardians and the history the history books did not teach. Much was gathered and the crisis Unna had seen averted. As he thought about it His blaming Auro faded, no, Auro had done exactly what was right, with but words he had managed to diffuse a very volatile situation. The question at that point was what had he given up to do it. Nothing, but he agreed to talk to Gadeon, which he did, and he pleaded his case. All Gadeon had to do was look the other way and all would have kept on going as it had been. Was that so bad, things functioned, there was a status quo. A certain topic for later meditations.

As he continued to play through the events that had taken place that night, he arrived at the conversation with Graff. He considered an important event, that is what he had said. Gadeon would disagree with it, that is what he said. Gadeon allowed fear to touch him then, not the jedi way, but it had happened. He must be more vigilant of that in the future, more vigilant against fear. What would he object to that was not against the law. Graff was full of emotion, he had made the events of that night personal, but Gadeon was unable to sense what it was.

He had agreed not to follow them, to Graff, and to Auro, he would not break his word to Auro, He had earned his trust. He could not go there and so he sent the girls ahead to stall while he went to do the only thing he could to continue to uphold what was important to him, the things he would disapprove of morally unconscionable acts or illegal acts. It was his duty to act against such things. He ha been boxed out and going to the headmaster was the only thing he had allowed.

Going to the headmaster had not been a wise choice. Seeing what he saw in the headmaster's eyes back home there had not been such malice, of course there things had been fair and equal, no such tacked and buying patronage it lead to all sorts of corruption in the order, paths that lead easily to the dark side. He had spoken with the Headmaster and saw glee in inflicting suffering on another.

It got even worse when they arrived at the wedding and he saw what it was for. He saw what was happening. The others were all arrested, they had stolen two speeders, that was not wrong. For his courage in reporting the popular groups he was offered patronage, a master, he had earned the right to be a padawan. As he thought about what that meant though, he knew what he had to do. It did take courage, but that is not what his reward was for. He needed no reward, not one inspired by joy derived from suffering.

He knew what he had to do. Both sides were very wrong in the events that had taken place that night, was he wrong in what he had done. Had he trusted Graff, he may have been more hesitant to tell the headmaster all his ideas, he should have reported just the facts of the matter, not his suspicions. He had come from a place where the facts were what mattered, not what one was suspected of. With this king though...he did not know if such a one could be trusted. Things were going to get bad, he suspected that they would be very bad. This session had helped him, he had made mistakes, others had made mistakes, all of this. He stood to take the first step in leaving, he headed once more to the Headmaster.

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Gadeon sat meditating on what had transpired, on the Words spoken to him by Auro, by Graff. On Auro's new dedication to Graff over the one that had been like a sister, now he had a brother. Gadeon thought of how he had brushed her off, how he claimed that the mission that he was sent on by Graff was jedi business, even more shocked when he found out what it was. Auro was single-minded in his pursuit of it, an after meditating he decided that he would need to ask Auro what was so important about it to him. That would give him some idea of what it was about this relationship with Graff that was so important to him. He worried for Auro, but pushed that worry back it would distract from what he was meditating on. The Day that had passed.

After they were set free a few important visitors came, Lady Baku, and Masters Chun and Drase to be noted, they both went to talk, but the situation had not been resolved with the king, and from the messenger he sent it seemed the king did not think things had been resolved earlier. Such matters were pressing, but for the time they were protected by Jedi laws. That was a blessing and a curse at the time, Gadeon put that off till later, it would need a lot of focus on his own. The events of the rest of the day went quickly, The Murder of the man he had not decided if he would call his master, in investigation that followed, the false visions through the force. All this he knew and was worried about. How could the investigators not see what Unna saw with ease, how were they blind to what the sought. Even the pursuit through the tunnel, one where they, quite by the will of the force, stumbled upon the dead city with the being that spoke with them, that gave them a gift.

Thinking back, he remembered the ghost, the clues and trail that the dark side force user they believed to be orchid left, The new arrivals, Biggs and Angelique Hartman, an Asgardian. Rising tensions in the city continued to mount as well, but instructions were clear. Stay in the city, well that limited things to do here. He felt the anger directed at him from many there, now with Graff in custody. After much consideration he decided that it was best he set out for Olivan and learn what he could from the Masters there, removing himself from the temptation of the others to do him harm.

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Gadeon walked to the top of the mountain on the first day, his sense extended, he sensed the wind, the snow the stone the sky, and the force, all of it around him, a day spend on each of them he though about nothing else from the rise of the sun till it set. Each day when he left the temple he had on him his robe and the crystal, nothing else. Upon reaching the top of the frigid mountain he removed the robe and set it down, settling in to meditate, to feel the force in everything to feel how it flowed in the area, how it moved, what disturbed it.

When the five days were up he settled in once more. once he had a good idea of what was going around her began to focused on the force within the crystal, how it moved and flowed within the Crystal, the turbulent nature of it gently smoothed the flow of the energies through the crystal gently controlling them with the force over the next ten days. Once it had been focused, the force carefully controlled it moving the force into the crystal. focusing it helping to balance it so the ambient enerygies would not disrupt the purity of the crystal, isolating it from other things with the way the force flowed through it, controlling the ebb and flow of the force within the tiny area. only after those ten long days was he ready to change it.

The crystal as it stood was a thing of beauty it echoed and reverberated with the world around it. his focus of setting it apart only served to show how even apart it mirrored the world that surrounded it. Gadeon isolated himself with the crystal for another ten days, the force flowing through him and into the crystal. The silver crystal was beginning to imprint upon him, to resonate with him as it did the world because for nearly a month he had been a part of its world, separate from all else. As it echoed him he finished the crystal, fully attuned to its energies.

Once done with the crystal he took apart the light saber that he had as well as a removed a bone from his bag. The others may have seen it when he checked his pack, but he never made it a point to talk about it before. It was his private reminder, and he could think of no better use for it than to have it alway there, it had been a symbol of what he was, and now it would be a symbol of what he would be. The bone took time, but with a few tools he hollowed it out. As the tool was crafted he used the force to assemble the pieces of it, the pieces of the blade slipping into the bone section of the hilt, the part holding the piece that resonated with him most, the crystal. Finally, he assembled the entire piece, strapped it in place and returned. Once more he respected the idea of no weapons and left his new weapon at the gate, returning to the library, he knew much of the dark and set about searching out places that historically had been light. light side force sites, much as Korriban was dark.

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Separating from the others Gadeon went to his quarters to meditate. He had a great deal to think on after all that had happened. Now seemed like it might be the last chance for a while that he might have to check. They were young, but still it seemed that events had thrust them forward to the center of politics. It is not often one that was barely a knight got word from the Chancellor of the republic. So much had happened and Gadeon it seemed was, like Auro, being drawn into the center of it. Things had been simple on Troiken, that was a place where dangerous predators would try to eat you nightly, but at least there you knew who the predators were. The arrival of Orchid though that was something that he thought would be an easy thing to bait in the days to come, her hatred and focus on all she had lost, how close she had come a revelation might just be the bait they needed to set the trap for her, to see if she could be turned, or if she was lost to the dark.

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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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Gadeon had been away for some time, and when he returned he was dismayed to find that things had not gotten better in his absence if anything they had gotten worse, the group was now stuck where they were, unable to move on and apparently not listening to even the pull and guiding hand of the force. With Unna and Ashla on their way back up, he settled in to meditate on the situation at hand. He thought that could be because Auro had often used the force to justify his actions and he had broken their trust in it. Unna he was the most shocked by Unna had always been proud of herself and her identity was someone he hardly recognized. On the surface any way. Below, she was the same Unna he would come to find and oddly found a strange amount of comfort in that. Ashla had finally found a path to set herself on. It was something he was hoping would be her calling, though the Jedi here, well they were not the Jedi he knew. The more he looked the more evident the confusion caused by Chancellor Syrdash being the chancellor was. Duncan he did not know well, but seemed to have taken on the role of leader well, though it was a loose position, one that apparently put him over the Vengeance. Damaya had tempered herself a little it seemed but it was clear she had still much the same attitude about how to go about things. Still events that went on troubled him greatly.

First there was this religion started by Graff. He remembered the man his conviction his power, and the touch of darkness. He commanded loyalty always, and though he often touched on the dark side there had always been someone there to pull him back. He wondered who that was this time, who it was that pulled the Lord back to the light when he strayed. This position, so much riding on him he always made life better for those around him, but what would be the cost of it. The light and heaven a dream for the destitute a wonder that would be a great thing to exist, only thing was he was pretty sure it did not, even still how could one say there was no such thing, how could one steal the belief that acting well. It would need to be dealt with, but when who could say, Dogma myths stories woven into the back of it the undoing of the faith would have to be woven into its mythos if it were to come to be one day undone. The key was in his disciples and the misdirection he was sure The followers of heaven would always believe in him, that was what had to break, soon it had to be soon.

The next issue that he encountered was that of Oli city itself. Oppressed by those that supposedly cared for it. He could not understand why Until he met the master of the temple. He needed a transfer Corporations needed oversight to care about more than profit. Guardian seemed unlikely to change their ways, maybe they would be better under new leadership, but it was unlikely that little thing would make the difference this world needed. The more he learned the worse they were. Ang, she had stood up to them and been the perfect example of what happens to those that opposed them. Likely there were many others, like unto her were trapped hidden away to face punishments for doing the right thing. He always tried to stay apart from attachments, but sometimes a face made things real made it easy to see how it is an important issue.

Ni Came next to his thoughts The images she had sent him, her loose desires to simply enjoy life. He had not ever given her the talk about her stance on life because he had never felt the time was right, but he remembered her words in the conference hall. Don't you think someone should do something about it. Yes, yes he did and from the reactions Duncan made it clear he felt the same way. Unna had been hesitant to go. She had never really been a fighter, that was true. Still her eyes, Ashla's ever present sight. Both would be valuable tools on the approach. Diplomatic channels investigations perhaps could prove very helpful in the aftermath, but he was sure things needed more now. It would be something that they could do together. All of them together. It was something and in the aftermath, what would there be to do.

He thought about that next. What to do after. Help, it is what he had always done. Help the Master Stephens find his way here, Help Duncan realize his personal strength, Help the people of Frey, Help Unna. Auro's departure had shaken her to the core of her being affected her so deeply, and there was more that than. Cookies, he did not know what caused it, but he did know no one should have such a negative opinion of cookies.

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Things were getting worse and worse for Gadeon. His thoughts got more and more conflicted every time he ran through him. He remembered there was a time when things used to be far more simple. He desperately wanted to go back to those times, but he knew it could not be done. What he could not see why it could not happen was why their traveling group could not manage it. Unna had hidden she was going to dinner with Graff from him, Duncan had approved of it. Jonash's covering for Ni was another example. He wondered when this changed. He remembered a time when they were a family, he wondered what had happened while he was gone to change that. Even when Auro drove him off they were still honest with one another.

He thought about the meeting with the chancellor, he had actually asked her to let him attack her so he could try to assassinate Graff. He had thought about it more and more since that day, the day that he saw the feed of Auro being beheaded. It had slipped into his head as an idea that would not leave. Why did you do that? Unna had asked him, he knew, but didn't tell her, he was no better than they were. Thank the force that the Chancellor had not agreed to it. It was wrong of him to do it. Why had he not realized that before, how had it slipped by him how easily those actions could slip and lead to the path to the dark side. A brush he had had with it because of anger, the same anger that kept flaring in him now. Every time he tried to calm himself it was there, it had to be controlled , pushed away. The more that he fought it the stronger it seemed to get. He needed to control himself and to get himself under control before he lost himself.

He thought about what he had done when he left them, left Unna, Ashla, Duncan, Demaya He had left them because he could not bear what was happening to his dear friend Auro. Now he saw the same happening again, this time to Unna. It was this galaxy, the wars the shades of grey everywhere. They were caught in it in the middle because of who they were, where they were, who they chose to associate with. He had seen how helpless, how powerless walking away left one, but there had to be a way, a way to live in the hurricane, but undisturbed, to be at its eye. He stayed focused thinking on it for some time, and finally arrived at something he hoped would be a solution. Now he just had to get everyone together once again.

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Gadeon did not have long, there was much to do and not much time to do it I, he thought of what had happened, the attack by the dark being, the attack by the droids, they were known here and being attacked by some jedi with replicating robots, that was something that he would need to speak with Bay about at first opportunity. Both attacks had come to their ship and let it be There had been the man on the nabooian cruiser as well, the one that was there when they wiped the droid The brother's sister being invited to the palace, that would be problematic dealt with or not. The more he thought on the matter the fewer good solutions there had been. For the moment is seemed that rusting Tarkin was the only real way to move things forward, he only hoped that he could convince Duncan to proceed in that manner.

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Gadeon as always sought out someplace high to go he had finished his conversation with Ni and chose to return to the temple, heading up to one of the sides he slipped out of it and climbed up to the pentacle of the temple. Closing his eyes he began to meditate in a manner that he hoped would let him see a way through everything. They had many paths ahead of them and each had their own benefits, their own drawbacks. Each of them needed to be considered on its own, then against the others.

They could move with the chancellor she had power, connections, but their future may be limited to the future of their office and there would be constraints put in place by artificial barriers. She stole the office and knows it as do many others, though she has done a decent enough job, still, she has led the galaxy closer and closer to a permanent split between the core and the outer rim. No, her position was not one he knew how to change, and not one that Unna had an interest in changing to side with her would, certainly, lead to the path to war.

The council, corrupt wealth in the council, though there had been reforms on the table they were passed over and over by those in higher station due to those reforms lacking. The corruption lead all the way to the high council where one of the grand-masters had usurped the wills of the others and tried to take matters into his own hands. They were but a handful of nights and far removed from the politics of the council. He was here and there was no reason not to try. He had done so with the chancellor and failed that was not a reason to not try when the cost of failing was only the waste of a short time. Their power was there to protect the republic, but the church of heaven, was there mostly because it did things the Jedi, in their current state, could, or would not. They had limited resources of their own, but may connections.

The Asgardians, there in their space, xenophobic, though not to the extreme, there was a chance that they would be able to do something with them, but there was little that he expected would convince them. Worth looking into as a place to hide should the galaxy reject them for some reason. Definitely not his first choice in such matters.

The OPA They withdrew because their demands were not being met, every way they tried to do things they failed to get things done they felt they had no other choice, then Graff moved around and managed to somehow win over both church and state through the area, Unna still calls him a friend after he killed her brother Auro, in cold blood as a message to seeing someone. It was a path he had considered once, but he had seen to much to walk it.

Lastly they could walk alone, he had done that before, it had been nice, but the lack of backing had, at times, been infuriating. He thought hard on the matter and eventually came back to the others, things had changed now though, they had a ship, technicians, warriors, diplomats, they could all be workers, he would have to see what others thought on that soon. For the time there were matters more immediate that needed his attention.

Their plan to go after Tarkin had worked very well, all had made their skills useful in it, Cox proved to be an excellent second in command, though his different frame of morals was something that he would have to watch. Duncan returned to his friends when he thought they were in trouble. Bay and Cox both worked on the droids and implemented the solution in an excellent fashion. Jaden kept a cool head and reigned in anger that was pouring out of him, though Gadeon should be the last to trow stones in that direction. He should learn to bleed off his anger some how. It had been bottled for too long. Ni had communicated well and even smoothed over the attack on the palace that failed to retrieve him, she was unsure, but accomplished the job. Unna's communications and actions had an effect he had neither seen nor truly wished to see, the mission had gone well enough and perhaps her actions had kept Frydja as off balance as they had kept him and stopped her from acting on them when they might otherwise have.