There is no emotion; there is peace…
Inside the temple of the Viscaran Jedi Order, within the deprivation chamber, Kairos sat meditating on what all had happened so far. His journey to Viscara, the multiple battles with Sith that he’d been in, finding out his mother had been a jedi, joining the order… Then the most recent battle against the Sith Empire. He couldn’t hear anything, and couldn’t see anything, though he even without the chamber his eyes were closed, he wouldn’t have been able to see anything anyways. Perhaps the most startling aspect of this to him, the thing that felt the most awkward was the joining of the order itself. It wasn’t like he’d never thought of it before, long ago he’d considered reaching out to them and seeing if he could learn anything about the jedi. Learn more about his abilities. Learn to perfect self-discipline. Discovering that his mother had once been a jedi was just as surprising; she’d never said anything about it but why had she wanted to hide it so badly?
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge
Perhaps the strangest thing to him, about having joined the jedi themselves, was how the paradigm of his relationships with those that he’d come to know in the order had shifted. Callista, Althea and Puru had, in seconds, had become his superiors; even Qyilisc, Teryn and Iskellia were his superiors really. An entire new vocabulary was to be drilled into his mind and he would have to study like he’d never studied before. Not for the sake of improving his standing or trying to move up quickly within the jedi order, but specifically to know what he’d need to do and how he’d need to address those above him.
Knight Selkin, Knight Puru and Knight Althea; Padawan Sarken, padawan Teryn and padawan Qyilisc. Initiates…well, he barely knew who the initiates were. Then there would come the lessons, classes on meditation, classes on lightsaber forms and meditation after meditation on, not only the jedi code, but also the three pillars. He hoped that Abi would be able to join so that someone that he knew better would be an initiate with him…
There is no passion; there is serenity
But he was careful to temper that desire with an understanding and acceptance that she might not be welcomed. It was always possible. He couldn’t think that she would, Callista seemed to enjoy her company. He was always thankful for Callista, not just for accepting him into the order, but for helping Abi in a way that he just didn’t feel that he could. He still remembered Tara telling him that it would be hardest for him as he’d have to effectively find a way to temper his desires, his passions. The problem was that he’d never really had them. His own mother had done her best to teach him to temper himself. It had been difficult learning to not get angry, to learn that level of control. Her meditation through martial arts had done wonders and had assisted him in finding a way to center himself, something that he was trying to teach Abigael…
There is no chaos; there is harmony
Shaking his head, he shifted his focus from the outside world, from all the distractions of his life, to concentrating entirely on the Force. Its will was mysterious and, as much as he wanted to try to learn about it and delve into said mysteries, he knew that he hadn’t learned enough to be able to do so. As much as he’d learned about meditation and as much as he’d learned about himself, the force was a completely different entity. Oftentimes, his mind was a whirling dervish of thought and activity and it had only been getting worse recently. The instance with Ambrose earlier had shaken him ever so slightly, he should’ve listened. Qyilisc should’ve listened to, between the two of them ONE of them should’ve listened… But what was done was done. They’d both apologized and felt plenty of remorseful for what they’d done. As he’d told Q, there was nothing for it but to take it as a lesson and improve. Improving on judgement would help them.
There is no death; there is the Force…
That was the most important aspect that he was trying to get used to, trying to make himself learn. No one that had died, no friend or family member anyone had lost, had truly died; they had simply returned to the force. That part of the code was perhaps the most important to understand, but was one that was perhaps the most necessary to understand. Death wasn’t the end, it was simply the end of the physical shell. A person, an entity, was simply a receptacle of the force. When that receptacle expired, it simply returned… He opened his eyes. He’d been meditating for a long time. Even with the depravation room, he was still able to get to the door without issue. Reciting the code, oddly, had gave him a renewed semblance of peace and, as he left, he had a feeling that he could take on the rest of the day’s tasks. It was a fascinating feeling, but he was happy.