Luel sighed, so much information and so little of it meant anything. Amasri had not been theirs to raise and mold into a Jedi knight, but as a member of the Order as a whole, her files had always been sent on from Dantooine. And for the life of him, he couldn't see where it had gone wrong. Certainly, they noted many of her personality traits that had helped lead her into her transformation from Amasri Idarn, Jedi knight, into the Revanchist. Stubborn. Unyielding. A tendency to act upon outrage. A willingness to get her hands dirty when she acted upon that outrage. She led from the front.
He could see the flaws, her breaks with doctrine...he could see where the Temple would have stepped in, but the Enclave had not. She had a deep need to have close personal relationships, it was blatantly obvious throughout the entire file. And the Enclave had given her opportunities to indulge in that, one right after the other, choosing to train her hand in hand with Alek. The pair of them had been indulged, their indiscretions ignored. They had been the pride of the Enclave, their bright and shining gift to the Order, prodigies that could do no wrong.
The disturbing thing to Luel was, that until they broke, it seemed that the Enclave had been correct about that part of it all, at least. Amasri had been a prodigy, a glowing example of the will of the Force. And Alek had shone beside her... His records were just as complete and just as bewildering. He'd been a paragon, obviously the voice of calm and reason that the Enclave had chosen to attach to the impetuous and driven Amasri. There had been logic and understanding here, solid reasons to put and keep them together. And these weren't just the Enclave's possibly biased reports of their wayward creations, but impeccable reports from those that the pair had interacted with, together and separately. Until they'd turned on the Republic, the Republic Navy could not have sung their praises any louder, been any more grateful and enamored with them. They had been heroes to those who had been fighting the Mandalorians, they'd been the saviors and leaders that the Jedi were supposed to be. They could do no wrong...until they could, and had.
I don't understand.
There had been flawed aspects to their upbringing and training, they'd been out of step with doctrine, but nothing...nothing...predicted their immense downfall in this. Especially Alek, who had seemed to be such a fine example of Jedi.
Revan led him astray.
That was the general consensus from those who knew him alone, or had known the pair of them only slightly. She must have taken him into the darkness, because he would have never faltered without being pushed and pushed hard. It sounded valid, from the outside, but Luel doubted. They'd gone into it together, of that he was certain. Something completely and totally unforeseen had occurred, something that these two prodigies, these two paragons, had no warning of. And it had destroyed them both, but there were still hints of General Idarn working under Darth Revan's actions. There was still a comparison there, decisions, directives...a straightforward strategy. She'd taken treasonous actions, but her treason had played out exactly as her assaults against the Mandalorians had. She'd been taking objectives, she'd been on an invasion path. There had been a point, a focus in her actions.
But Alek, Alek had simply shattered under the weight of whatever it was that had dragged them down. Every hint, every clue that Amasri displayed that she was still holding on to some part of herself, was glaringly missing in Alek's actions.
They went into this together.
But by the middle of their return, they were not together. There were massive cracks, orders from her that Alek...Malak...had defied in favor of pointless slaughter. Telos had been a prime example of that, SIS had intercepted order packets and had broken them, Revan had not been the one to order the massacre of the world's population. It had been a resource in her eyes, her orders made that clear.
Carth Onasi is Telosian. As is his son.
And nothing in any of this was coincidental. The focus of the Force was all over this, but it was obscured to Luel, obfuscated in murky eddies of shadow.
Working against this is going against the will of the Force.
He sighed again, turning his attention to something more concrete and useful. His client was completely unable to mount her own defense, and he was unable to tell the inquiry what she didn't know. It was a wonder and a miracle that she wasn't dead, that she wasn't so broken and crippled that she wasn't going to live out the remainder of her days here, in the high care ward. That there was enough left of her to even have this inquiry was difficult to believe, but he'd met her. Conversed with her. Sparred with her. Studied her most recent past, the records coming in from the Battle of Rakata Prime. She'd been the unlikely one sent in to deal with Malak and the Star Forge, and she'd succeeded. So, on one hand, she was still dangerous, still a force to be reckoned with. And, he'd seen all too clearly the other side, a vulnerable and damaged woman who was too broken to answer for crimes she didn't remember committing in the first place.
She should have died at least three times. Her capture, Taris, and then Rakata Prime.
The assault on her flagship should have been the end of Jedi General Amasri Idarn and her dark sided reflection, Darth Revan. She should have died then. It should have been over, at least in regards to her part in all of this. But she'd survived, pulled through it by the tenacity of her padawan and her masters. He could see Bastila's refusal to let her go, but her masters' refusal was another reach from them, another sign of their willingness to bend and break the rules to do questionable things.
Well, there's no doubts where she got that from.
No, none at all. And that willingness from them was just another facet of how people reacted to her, how much they'd do for her. That was another constant throughout this. Those around her would do the unthinkable for her, and never look back.
I just don't understand.
Certainly, she was brilliant. He could glean that from these files, and he'd experienced enough of her interaction with the Force when he'd sparred with her. But then, he didn't have to understand, he just had to do his job. And his job was simple...if Amasri Idarn didn't remember her crimes in any coherent, useful way, then she couldn't answer for them. It would all remain out of their reach, a mystery beyond them.