Random memories of Exile, chronologically ordered.
I've written it for myself to deepen my playthrough as jedi sentinel Sena Arrin. She is an incredible person ^__^
I'm in a Coruscant temple, studiyng the basics of Jedi teachings. There's no strict order for such younglings as me. We have access to library and it's holocrons, we can ask any of our Masters for every question that I get interested in, we have freedom to live in our natural rhytms and to express all our emotions in natural flows. It's very peaceful here.
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I'm thirteen standard years old and my Master took me to the Jedi Academy on Dantooine to continue my studiyng. Group lectures and fighting trainings for strengthening our spirits. We use specially calibrated lightsabers on them. Our moves are funny and clumsy. This planet is always sunny and has very clean air. Main new that we have to control our emotions. As for me it's not hard, but enjoyable. Looks like my freedom to express myself before has exhausted the power of my emotions, leaving the emptiness through that I begin to feel something. Masters say it's Force I sense. It's lightful and... Well, I can't explain this sense, and I don't really want to.
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Night on Dantooine. I'm lying on side in my bed with my knees near chest and my sexual energy doesn't give to me sleep. It's new sensation for me and I'm trying to manage it. I feel it running around through my body from the bottom to chest, and it makes me feel good. I'm smiling to myself. No doubts, in some time I will be able to fully control it. Teachings say that every person is self-sufficient. But... That guy from another group, I like how he looked at me.
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I've just finished crafting my lightsaber. It's flawless expression of the Force. Non-stopping motion of pure energy. Incredible combination of power and elegance. And perfectly fits in my hands. I'm dancing with it on a training square.
Dance. Dance. Dance.
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Dantooine. I'm meditating on the grass in vicinity of Enclave. My eyes are closed. Nature of this planet is beatiful and air is fresh. There is no sky above me, but open space. It's endlessly big and undescribably clean. Clear. Pure. This purity has no desires and I am this purity. I have everything and enjoy my existance. Our teachings are directed to keep connection and to interact with this purity and this light inside. This only truth. This Force. Teaching for itself is nonsense. Call me a jedi. Call me a pot. Doesn't matter.
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Mandalorians kill innocent in outer worlds. Jedi Council is passive. They believe in teachings, believe in words too much. Words are nothing itself, Force has no connection with words. And Force is faceless. Choice of action isn't worse or better than their choice. But it's my prefer to protect ones who can't fight back from slaughtering. If they prefer to play with words, I am noone to judge them.
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Revan went further. He found out something and now tries to use dark energies for our purpose of defeating Mandalorians. I guess he can handle with darkness staying himself for some time. Not his followers can. All the losses we faced but I can't share his methods.