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A few more years passed by and Tord had finally gotten used to being under the constant scrutiny of the Council. He was already fifteen and was making quite a name for himself as a Jedi Knight that was good using his words. 'Negotiator' they called him followed by 'Ruler' whenever he was there to handle diplomatic missions in far off planets since the talks which he usually oversaw ended up going well and at most gather support for the Jedi Order.

Meanwhile, in Coruscant, he was still known as 'Silver Light', 'Sun Princess' and 'Red Angel' which in a certain sense was quite rather amusing since it looked like the masses still couldn't decide which moniker should they stick to. His regular visits to the grounds outside of the temple may have somewhat tapered off of happening twice every month but it hardly affected his reputation as a Jedi Knight that was adored by the citizens.

With that, for the silver haired reincarnator, things were going relatively well. Well enough that Tord could finally dedicate himself to study and research certain things. He's research being about the few the remaining supposedly incurable diseases and somehow Tord was even amazed to find there was even a space version of AIDs that like its Earth counterpart was undeniably deadly.

So, whenever he was at Coruscant and not mingling with its citizens, Tord decided to dedicate his time on experiments and searching for cures of certain diseases which was productive enough that their results were noteworthy and gained acclamation from the Galactic Republic's medical leaders. Therein, by making waves in the medical field, Tord was only cementing himself further in history as a respectable and knowledgeable Jedi even with his young age.

Tord Athanasia Obelia was making himself known and somehow the Force seemed to shine brightly because of that.

"Why?"

"Why what, Tord?" Jedi Master Erya Drallig asked as her blue-gray eyes observed the silver haired teen.

"Why did you nominate me to become part of the Council, Erya?" Green gem-like orbs bore into her blue-grays.

"I nominated you because out of all the possible candidates you had the most potential, Tord."

"…."

"Lothcat got your tongue for the compliment?" The older woman teased a bit before wincing at how her ribs ached.

Tord the frowned at the other's teasing and somehow realized what the caramel blonde was trying to do. The sudden appearance of her current disability was making her try to search for means that she would remain in power and have a spy in the Council for Discontent.

Erya Drallig wanted to use her and Tord was not liking what she was trying to.

Nonetheless, he could see the merits of her generous recommendation. It is just that it is a pity that Tord has no interest in following her demands and instructions.

"Tord?"

"I am fine," he answered back as he thought of ways to cleanly dispose of her.

That being said, it looked like Erya misunderstood his words which resulted in her trying to assuage his inexistent supposed fear. "You are the beloved hero of Alderaan and adored Jedi of Coruscant, Tord. You are thinking far too ahead and looking at things in a definitive political perspective. Your rise in rank and office was already expected with the way you are whole heartedly dedicating yourself to the Order."

The reincarnator simply shook his head at her pitiful efforts and volleyed back, "I'm not merely looking too far. I'm just looking at the bigger picture. After all, the Senate tries to involve itself with the Order's matters as much as possible. Their scrutiny and comments could influence how the Galactic Republic would act towards us.

That said, the assuredness that you have would be the one to end you and the rest of the Jedi. You of all people should know that the way the non-force sensitives and the politicians think are far too different as compared to ours.

Their unadulterated selfishness, greed, ignorance and prejudice…All of it makes up a human and as a politician those traits are amplified five to ten-fold on normal circumstances and a hundred if worse. Knowing how to think and act like a politician would be of great benefit to the Order since it would allow us to not be blind-sided by their schemes and trapped in their machinations."

"True. Nonetheless, you are still a Jedi. To continuously act like a politician would do you no good."

"Well, it is what is. The Council have already decided and I am now officially both a Master and a Council member."

"That's good, Tord. Very good…" The caramel blonde dazedly trailed off and Tord simply hid his disdain for the ambitious woman.