Rebecca Coraline - Sin's in the Name

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Name: Sin’claire Zun
Alias: Rebecca Coraline
Race: Echani
Place of Birth: Eshan
Current Faction Affiliation: Mandalorian Sith

Background:

Born in Eshan “Rebecca Coraline”, formerly known as Sin’claire Zun, was part of a militaristic family under her mother Shaina Zun and her farther Risak Zun. As was family tradition, Sin’claire joined the Echani military when she became of age, though having been given crash courses under the guidance of her parents before she was enlisted during her teenage years where she has also visited a military school. Following strict procedures since a young age, her discipline was unfathomable though with the Mandalorian War being in full swing, she’s never been given the opportunity to rise the ladder to any significant position.

During the battle over Malachor V, Sin’claire was to be mobilized as the final wave to fully take over the planet from the ground, though as her unit was about to take off the Mass Shadow Generator was launched, causing for the absolute destruction of enemy and also friendly units on and around the atmosphere of Malachor V. It was also at this moment Sin’claire felt her force sensitivity. The sheer pain and horror of so much death at once having washed over her in a memory she would never forget.

After sensing such horror, Sin’claire deserted the Eshan military and fled out into the Galaxy. Through odds and ends she registered under a new name, Rebecca Coraline, and made her way out into space. Reaching the station of CZ-220, her new life began.

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Chapter One: The Way

Wandering through space as someone who she was not, directionless, meaningless, only with a false name, a personality in shatters, a world view in shambles and an unknown Force lurking the depths of her form – it all seemed rather hopeless. Stepping off her shuttle and onto the metal flooring of CZ-220 she, as many others, found themselves before the ‘receptionist’. Uncaring for the woman’s blatant rude nature Sin’claire, or rather Rebecca, took what crumbs she could get. A job sounded fine and a free pass to Viscara might help her figure things out on what to do with her life. She certainly had no inclination to rot on the space station. In little more than her zero suit and her old army issued rifle she ‘borrowed’ from her previous life she ventured through the space station aimlessly, talking to the vast amount of people with an ever neutral demeanour. She felt lifeless and took practically any job without question.

“Can you get me some ore?” – Sure.

“Can you blast some droids?” – No problem.

“Can you skim the garbage for useable trash?” – Mhmm…

And each job that was done didn’t help her lost soul even a little bit. It had no meaning, no purpose, no wanted direction. But all this was about going to change a few days later during her work in Viscara.

Having reached the planet after obtaining her pass, her first couple of days were spent laying waste to the local wildlife. The once white zero suit drenched in mostly red. In one of her battles against a Velen Lizard she tackles it on a spike. After dodging backwards when noting the spike nearly penetrated through her own skull she regarded the impaled lizard as it flailed and twitch on the wooden spike. A rather sinister but effective idea crossed her mind – why not use this opportunity to… practice? She’s been getting more inclined with her new found power and healing her own wounds was a challenge when having to focus the pain away… but she had an effective partner right in front of her. She took to her knees and began to meditate on the Lizard, curing a wound that would repeatedly make itself in that absurd torment. However her training was cut short when a male Twi’lek approached her. Looking towards him there was an awkward exchange of stares, more awkward for her then him. He went by the name of Bell, and soon enough identified himself as a wielder of the very same powers she could make use of. The conversation lead further to Bell revealing his current issues with the local Jedi populace and how he began living a hermit life. Though while this conversation had went on in length, Rebecca finally decided to give her farewells and make her way back to town for some rest.

A day later during her training in the mountain range she stumbled upon a Mandalorian named Kevin. She couldn’t help but think of how peculiar that name was. So simple and non-imposing, in her mind, but here stands a mighty Mandalorian – the very same she was meant to battle back at Malachor V. Seeing how lost Rebecca was, Kevin offered to help her out and lead her through the twists and turns on how to survive in Viscara. Shady opportunities unfolded, more blood was spilled and battles were fought in unison. Somewhere along the line the Mandalorian introduced her to more of his kin. Clan members of the clan Kevin lead. Only after being handed down plenty gifts and offered unquestionable aid, Kevin made an offer to Rebecca that struck her as surprising – to join his family. She hadn’t shared much if anything about herself except a military past. Didn’t utter a single time she was meant to fight battles against his own creed. But the thought to join the very people she was meant to battle was a decision she could not accept lightly and for a time laid this offer on the back shelf till she could finally come to a decision.

Further days have gone by, more aid was gifted and still not officially inaugurated into the Clan her Mandalorian armor was crafted for her. A home was even established on clan territory. Perhaps it was a very invasive suggestion that now was about time for her to join, and with all the opportunities she was given to become someone, it would have been stupid to decline. Joining the Clan as a foundling to the Alor, her journey as a Mandalorian began.

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Over the coming days her bond with the clan began to deepen. Meeting many of its members along the way:

Punk – The pure definition of the ideal Mandalorian. Calculating, calm and following the Code to the T. His observant nature presenting new perspective on what is and could be to plenty of situations.

Mierin – Cold and to the point. She doesn’t mess around and any back talk will have her removing the safety of her blaster faster than you can blink. Though under that cold facet is a stout Mandalorian that will bring hell to anyone daring to go against the Creed.

“Gary” – The Family Wookie and combat medic caring over any ailments the Clan may face. His words are few, perhaps not many can understand him, but his dedication to the Clan is clear. He follows The Way with clarity.

Xarad – While no Mandalorian he has joined the fold with his Sith ways. His playful nature to mess with people a humor to Rebecca as she observes them happen. Though the benefits of not being a full-fledged member of the Creed are the political and theological conversations the two can have, especially if they are conducted in private while slaughtering enemies on the way.

Kevin – Her Alor. A steadfast leader and avid follower of The Way. Though his self-sacrificial nature is a big worry for Rebecca who may have started getting feelings for the man. One thing remains clear, he’s much like the Echani Generals, thinking three steps ahead of the enemy and finding the most optimal solution to make the Clan thrive.

Later on Bell even joined the fold after a very long discussion with Rebecca. More and more became clear of why Bell acted the way he did – what has occurred to get him barred from the community center, but never did she deem the possibility of his Sith Masters abandoning him in favour of joining the Jedi Order to be the reason why he found himself in such a tight spot. She couldn’t leave him behind and as such gave him three options to remedy his situation:

a). Find peace and fix his relations with the Jedi

b). Find his own path in this life

c). Join the Clan and the Sith ways they were slowly adopting.

With too much yearning for vengeance for one his prior Sith Masters have done he dedicated himself to the Creed and the new ways they were beginning to adopt… partially.

Though Rebecca remains quite neutral to the prospect of the Sith being integrated into the Clan, or rather vice versa given the difference of Power, she began to worry more and more about Kevin’s role in all of this. She only had begun her own training in the Force and understanding “The Wizards” was still an idea beyond her reach, yet their workshop looms with them. Shade, Sheridan, Xarad… all followers of the Sith ways and soon enough Kevin too becoming an apprentice to a Darth she could not understand the ideals of. Rebecca began feeling quite lost again. The Way was… her way… but now it’s only a partial way. A way that is marred… or benefited?.. from the Sith Code. Let alone the standoff she witnessed on her first day of becoming a Foundling to the clan where the Sith and the Jedi, with Mandalorian’s on the Sith side standing in opposition to one another within the Viscara Force Cavern. The path of right and wrong began to blur.

She wanted to understand Darth Shade’s stance on the matter. What drove the Sith Lord to do as she did, but Kevin warned that discussing such matters is a fool’s errand and dangerous. That such answers will never be brought to light and that he wouldn’t let Shade talk to her for as long as he could, for her safety. Those words alone made her suspect that there was more at play here then she had originally realized. This wasn’t a matter of doing hired work, no, this was beginning to feel like a takeover of her clan. She needed a reassurance… a backup… in case things would go wrong. There would be no better place to find it then of the enemy of the potential Enemy, the Jedi.

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She recalled a single Jedi from the little scuffle they had in the cave which she met a few days after in the mountains when Rebecca and Punk went out to fulfil some unfinished tasks for Rebecca. Seeing Puru’s accommodating nature, she eventually dedicated to go seek her after seeing things turning for the potential worse for the Clan. With promises to share information pertaining what happened to Bell and the potential threat that lays within the Jedi Order from two Sith members that joined it, the two dedicated themselves to Puru’s ship to have a talk. It was a very peculiar conversation that began with two individuals baring emotional masks gauging each other, testing the waters and trying to observe what the other person was like before any real conversation began. However Puru far outclassed Rebecca in that regard. Rebecca spoke about how she fears she will fall into the dark eventually and such may have consequences not only for the clan but also Kevin, who she by then knew had feelings for her. Not wanting the clan to suffer by such a chance, or Kevin for the matter, she beseeched Puru to get her out of the deepest darkness if it came down to it. As honourable as Puru is, she naturally agreed. As fate may have it, it was at that point Rebecca received a Holocall from her Alor. He stood weakened and overpowered, asking Rebecca to return to the Mandalorian workshop to discuss matters. After offering Puru the information that was promised, Rebecca took her leave.

Returning to the Workshop Kevin’s change began to become apparent, although only physically and the aura he gave off. The darkness washed over her as she had entered and stared at him before slightly red eyes stared her way in return. Instead of showing fear of the clear darkness that was unfolding before her, the only thing she could feel at that time was worry. Not for herself but for her Alor. They ventured together into his private quarters and began to discuss of all that happened – how he had turned sensitive to the Force, gave himself to an entity named Alice and Darth Shade. Even worse, how he gave himself up to be fed on by both of them. Her own feelings growing darker and darker every passing word as she listened to the tale, second guessing Kevin’s choices in all of this, though he kept trying to reassure that everything will be fine. A sentiment she just couldn’t share.

Time would go on and the Clan grew stronger together. A very memorable trip lead to Tattooine where Punk, Gary, Kevin and Rebecca marched through the hellish sands, painting the area red with Tuskan, Wildlife and other horrible beings blood. All the while they chanted down the Mandalorian code, unifying their bond and The Way they follow. No challenge seemed impossible even as the heat of the suns tried to melt their helmets, the ghastly life wanting to tear their armor apart and the Sand Worms wanting to eat them whole. The ringing of blaster fire carving the way to a brighter future as every enemy falls dead before their feet and united power. A realization that perhaps Kevin’s words did ring some inkling of truth. Everything will be alright.

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As time passed and Rebecca’s endless training on herself became essentially ceaseless, she found herself skimming the dunes of Tattooine herself. Gauging her metal against everything the barren lands had to offer, she even felled Worm after Worm using her prowess with her Blasters and the Force in growing synergy. Though the triplets of moons was rising from the horizon and it was high time to return back to Viscara to deal with clan affairs. She had been promoted to as the Alors, now also Commander of the Sith’s army, second in command. A duty she wasn’t going to neglect. Though as she was making her trek back a fateful meet was to happen. Darth Shade personally appearing in the horizon and striding for Rebecca.

“Lord Shade.” Rebecca bowed before Shade respectfully, as respect was due before such a powerful being.

A nod was returned by Shade followed by a few words: “Your training has progressed much.”

“If I didn’t bother growing my own power, I would be nothing more than a bothersome burden to the clan.” Rebecca replied in her usual neutral voice.

“You have yet to taste the truth of the power that awaits you child. Do not limit yourself in thinking in terms of the clan. You are a part of something much larger now.” Did the Darth know of Rebecca’s force sensitivity? It wouldn’t be unlikely… or rather, highly probable. However Rebecca wasn’t going to touch on the subject directly.

“There’s no doubt that there is something greater at play here, though my standing would best suggest I do not put too much of my mind to it and leave those at the head to decide the course of action.” She’d dip her head once more in a respectful manner to Darth Shade, trying her best to say everything and nothing at the same time.

Ominously Lord Shade replied. “Your part may be larger than you foresee. There is a path ahead that leads to great power should you survive the coming trials.” Trials? What trials, Rebecca thought. There was then a long lasting silence as she stared at the Darth. The emotionless gaze of the helmet reflecting off the trio of moons upon its dark visor till ultimately she turned it to regard Kevin who just arrived. She did turn her gaze back to the Darth. Leaving her to stand without a reply would be rude and she did not desire the Lord’s wrath upon herself.

“I will face that hurdle when it comes for me and will do my best to overcome it, Darth Shade.”

“Of that I am sure.” The Darth offered in reply before turning her masked visage to Kevin. “Commander, see that this one is given your full attention.” With a few more words shared between the two about a missing shipment of Beskar, Darth Shade would then take her leave, leaving Kevin and Rebecca to themselves. Together Kevin and Rebecca ventured to his new ship where they would further converse on what transpired. And as Darth Shade’s words ring true, Kevin began to instruct Rebecca in the Dark side of the Force.

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Seated with her weapons against her form she stared down at the Mandalorian helmet in the sand in front of her before looking up to Kevin in a thoughtful, serene gaze. The blazing heat of Tatooine having worn on her otherwise pale skin by now.

“Cyare?” Kevin asked as he would offer her his hand.

Rebecca let out a deep sigh as she took it, leaving the helmet in the sand for now. The Rifle idle at her side.

“Let us go to the ship, and you can tell me everything.” His tone is soft and full of concern. Rebecca only voicing a single worded reply:
“Alright.”

As they left the helmet would be left within the sands as Kevin carried Rebecca off in a bridal hold.

Venturing to the nearby vessel, The Mandalorian Phoenix, Kevin had settled Rebecca down upon the nearby throne. Her thoughtful gaze never quite ceasing as she muses over everything she had gone through in recent history. Was this really what she wanted? Was it her way? The way?

Kevin didn’t stray from her side, kneeling down next to her as he says: “Tell me your thoughts, love.”

Distantly staring ahead of her with her head held in her right hand she replied: “I’ve been given an option to go back to my Echani ways, and as such, my family.”

Kevin blinked before replying. “And you are contemplating doing such?”

“Being given the chance to do so by a Firedancer is… no small thing.” She voiced as her gaze turned to Kevin. “There’s also a chance that I may follow the Jedi path.”

Kevin looked down thoughtfully. “So you would abandon us after taking you in… abandon me? Over the one interaction with the Echani?”

Shaking her head she replied. “No… I couldn’t abandon you or the family I made. Though I am not sure I will follow the same path.”

“Becca… you took to the creed, you know the way. To abandon it is to become Dar’manda.”

And while there is some truth to it, her position was rushed. She didn’t get time to think and over a span of a month was she a foundling to second in command of a clan. It didn’t seem fair to her. “I’ve never been given a choice when you decided I wasn’t a foundling anymore. Everything happened fast under the sheer strain of pressure. I couldn’t collect my thoughts and every chance I did was hardly enough time before it got interrupted.”

Kevin sighed. There was truth in her words. “Alright… you are right. I… I have pushed you too much… I have bent you until you broke. What is it that you want, Becca?”

“Listen to me Kevin… I won’t leave you. Even if the way does part us, I’m going to be close. I will help you.” She let that rest for a moment before continuing. “I just need to think on what I want and must do.”

“If you become a Jetti… we can’t be together.” He exclaimed

“You blame the Jedi for the same things you could be blaming the Echani for - yet you took me in without question and set me on my two feet when I was lost.” She offered in retort.

He’d then proceed to say: “That is not what I mean, Becca. Their code say no attachments. You will not be able to be my love. And the Echani did not slaughter our clan, foundlings and all… They did not set of a super weapon which caused Malachor Five to be what it is now.”

Her right arm that was sprawled over the other armrest had the digits of her right hand drumming along it. “Will you give me time to try the Jedi path if I do see to accept it?”

There was a sudden coldness that overtook Kevin’s red eyes as he sat in silence for a moment. “During the war, there were Jetti that defected and took to the Mandalorian way. They were force sensitive and became full Mandalorians, followed the creed and code. Mandalorian Knights they were called. I was hoping we could continue on as they did.”

Having gazed into those cold red pools she couldn’t help but sigh to the evident dark that still lingered within Kevin. “Perhaps we will but not without the right teacher. We barely know of the Jedi ways. We could not deal with the Sith for they were against ours. Let me see what their light bares. Perhaps this story won’t conclude as you deem it will.”

“You know I love you like no other, right?” Kevin said, perhaps with some worry.

“I know and that’s why I think you will give me a chance, lest this will be the absolute end.”

“Of course I will, you already knew the answer before we had this conversation. But perhaps there is a way for you to learn their ways without you leaving the clan.” Kevin uttered.

“I would like you to talk with someone I have been speaking with when we had our issues with the Sith.” Becca voiced as she looked to him.

“Who?” Kevin’s fists clenched tight.

Rebecca would then elaborate. “She goes by the name of Puru. She was supportive and offered to help me, upon my request, should I have gone a dark path that would have inevitably change me into a monster unlike anything you could have imagined.”

Hatred started to boil through Kevin. “Becca, you know I am Sith.”

She shook her head. “No, you are just lost like I once was. You’re more then just a title. You’re more then Sith - Alor… call yourself what you want. You… you are Kevin. You are the one that can decide your own path - and I believe that it lays far beyond the deepest darkness, for inside of that heart of yours there is a kind man. A kind man I fell in love with and that has helped me since I’ve met him.”

He let out a long sigh. “I love you like no other but neither the path of Darjetti nor Jetti are the paths for me. I only have one path, the Mandalorian path. You can join the Jetti, learn their ways. You can be clan and do this but I would suggest you learn from the one named Sandra. I only ask one thing, love. If you do try to betray us, kill me. For I would not be able to do the same to you and to live a life of such dishonor is worse than death for me. I have become… weak…”

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Chapter Two: I am with the Force and the Force is with me

It was upon Kevin’s wish that Sin’claire met with Sandra Mana though it was Sin’s decision to stay. While she hadn’t much hope she was pleasantly surprised by the previous Jedi’s competence and her fellow apprentice, Solomon. It wouldn’t even take long before her first lessons would start. Something she had already done, in theory only, with Knight Puru in regards to the Three Pillars.

“Speaking of empathy… there are three pillars that the Jedi depend on for Sustaining themselves and keeping the Code in balance.” Sandra explained after their introductory talk. “The Jedi Code historically falls on three pillars. These pillars are as important as the tenets and precepts themselves, in outlining the importance of being a Jedi. The Force, Knowledge and Self-Discipline. The Force, the first pillar. The importance of this pillar can be answered as imply as why Jedi are Jedi. There are concepts which have evolved through years upon years of research and philosophy regarding the Force. The result of this is the idea of the two aspects of the Force. The unifying, and Living Force. The unifying Force is the philosophy that all the galaxy is connected and kept together by the Force. That, the will of the Force has existed forever, with all instances of changes were predetermined by the will of the Force.”

Rebecca gestured with her right hand to announce her confusion. “You speak of the will of the Force but I am not quite certain what it’s will really is.”

After a brief nod Master Mana would continue with the explanation. “The Force is… like a river. We’re floating along it and there’s a few courses. While we can change or adjust this pathing with great effort and determination, we move onto another current or stream. I do not like to use the word destiny, for it sounds absolute, but perhaps something along those lines.”

Again Rebecca chips in. “It does sound like our path is already predetermined but we have some leverage to change it to a degree. Can’t say I quite understand it though.”

Master Mana explains further. “It is something of a great discussion and debate among Jedi researchers and Force Consulars. But perhaps it is not something that needs utter understanding to realize that it’s there to some degree. The Living Force however held a similar philosophy, however didn’t position itself on a linear perspective. The phiosophy is that all life has the Force flowing through it, all connected by a flow. Therefore, the vrey concept of the live flow around them at all times kept the followers of this philosophy in the present. This is the general focus of the first pillar. With that, the second pillar is one I take on rather personally and deeply. The second pillar, Knowledge, I firmly believe the importance of knowledge and wisdom through hours upon hours of reading and studying ultimately plays a massive factor in the effectiveness of a Jeadi’s role throughout their life.”

“Is it exclusive to reading or are there other means that are allowed to pursue knowledge as well?” Rebecca asked.

“It depends. I wouldn’t sacrifice who I am for the sake of knowing something unless it meant my sacrifice meant most others will either benefit or live.” Master Mana explained.

“So while the thirst for knowledge is deeply ingrained to your being, it is not you in an entirety. There are more limits and you will only pursue it if it is done for your moral compass of good.” Rebecca asked with a light questioning tune.

“Knowledge makes us who we are. Your experiences, your past, your thoughts, your understanding of life. What you put into yourself makes you more or less of who or what you want to be.” Master Mana uttered at which Rebecca gave an understanding nod. Master Mana then continued with the lesson. “The last pillar is Self-Discipline. Considered an art, this pillar play an important role above all else to the identity of the Jedi Order. Without self-discipline, the nature of training can be put off, resulting in an unsuccessful career as a Jedi. Even without the career of a Jedi, this pillar is an important moral value to hold for any sentient life. However as a Jedi, specifically in those who choose to focus their training in the role of a Guardian will need to study this pillar in order to remain humble. I personally regard this pillar as an important lesson for anyone; Jedi or civilian alike. I would say that even the Sith manage their own means of Self-Discipline. While Jedi’s version of that is restraint and control, the Sith way is about releasing and focusing that passion or anger into a direction.”

“So whatever way one decides to take, no discipline means no control of the force. No knowledge means no ideas how to make use of the force. No force means… well - no force.” Rebecca stated in query.

Master Mana then voiced. “Everything has a standing in one’s life. Even without the Force, many of these pillars can stand solidly.”

With an understanding nod Rebecca continued. “I dare agree. They fit a very niche idea of a perfect self throughout many traditions - so it ought to ring some truth.”

“Mm!” Sandra voiced in affirmation. “This is around the area of philosophy that I feel even Mandalorians start to cross our ideologies. The ideal of focus, discipline, leaning and more.”

“Such very well may be true…” Rebecca states with a bit of doubt. “… though if I may be honest - the current people I bare witness to that hold the Mandalorian name seem… lost. I don’t think they quite follow those ideals let alone the pillars you’ve named to any sort of degree.”

“I understand. A lot has changed since the war and maybe it once was so. In any case, those are the three pillars of the Jedi. If there was a fourth, what do you think it would be?” Mana asked.

“Let’s see. We have Force, Knowledge and Self-Discipline.” Rebecca’s right hand moved to up to rub the underside of her helmet while her left hand held her elbow as she pondered. “Perhaps I would say contribution. To use the force, your own self-discipline and the knowledge you gain to contribute to the galaxy. Be it through teaching, aiding or living your life to it’s fullest. Without contribution there would be no meaning to any of it.”

“Mmm… I would perhaps break that down more to Empathy.” Mana began to explain. “Or at least Sympathy. For me, Empathy is something I have a lot of trouble doing, but I am at least better at Sympathizing after analyzing a situation and hearing feelings.”

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“I had to choose to stay in my backwater, after my teacher’s passing, and resign myself to the life he wanted for me. He wanted me to live quietly on our farm. Tending to it and trading with passing wanderers. I chose otherwise. To finish what he never could, and become a hero with his ideals.” Solomon resounded as him and Sin’claire wandered the cold wastes of Hutlar. “… I always wonder if he’d be proud of me or ashamed, that I chose his path. I chose to embark upon the path of helping others gain freedom and happiness, even if it costs me a lot.”

Sin’claire looked his way as she hefts the foil into the head of a slug. “I think you chose wisely. Perhaps it was a test to see if you’d go pick up his mantle out of your own volition or if you’d succumb to a stale life, keeping your gift for yourself.”

“Power and knowledge are burdens, not gifts.” Solomon exclaimed. “It is the responsibility of the able, to aid those that are unable. The responsibility of the free, to break the shackles of those who’ve never tasted choice.”

“Even burdens can be gifts, because if you can use it to do good in the end you will find peace and joy through giving others the very same.” Rebecca stated as she turned to regard Solomon.

“That’s the hope, Rebecca. I can only hope that I change at least on person’s life- for the better.”

A light smile formed beyond the veils of her helmet. “Maybe you already have and simply do not know it. The smallest interaction to you might be the world for another.”

“I try not to think too hard on that and simply help whenever I can, whoever I can. And you too, Rebecca, are a good person. I know that many things weigh heavily on you- but you need not face them alone.”

“I think it’d be good for you to reflect on all the ways you’ve helped people. If anything for your own peace and how you can build further on it.” She’d gesticulate with her left hand that still bared her offhand foil. The light hum of the white blade whirring in the movement.

“That seems- a bit indulgent.” Solomon gave a hearty laugh.

Canting her head to the left Rebecca asked: “How so?”

“I don’t know.” Solomon mused. “Thinking on all the helping I’ve done just… like I said, seems indulgent. Like I am patting myself on the back, for following my path.”

“You should, otherwise there’s no meaning to it. A selfless path is a choice that gives you joy because you chose it. People do not become selfless simply because it’s the so called ‘right thing to do’. There will always be a selfish factor. Ant to realize that is healthy.”

“The selfishness is seeing the dream of my first teacher fulfilled, is all. He dies, wishing he could’ve done more. That he’d used his power for something other than himself and running away from the War.” Solomon remarks. “I want him to rest peacefully. I want him to know that I became what he never could, so he doesn’t need to worry anymore.”

Rebecca offered a single, small nod. “So your helping of others has nothing to do with that innate want?”

“It does, sure. I like helping people. I want to see them laugh and smile freely, without worry.”

“And you think that’s not worthy of reflection?” Rebecca questioned.

“I suppose I already do that- during my meditations. I just never gave it a second thought.” Mused Solomon.

With a voice of confidence Rebecca spoke. “As Master Mana said to me, Jedi are masters of their own emotion. I think it’s vital to perceive where the want to fulfill ones duty comes from, reflect upon it and in some ways even cherish it to see clearly into the future and find new ways to expand that which one already succeeded in. But one can only do so if ones own desire is also taken into consideration to some degree.”

Solomon pondered that for several moments before offering a reply. “I like you, Rebecca. I think we’ll be good friends.” A wide smile blooms on his face, genuine and warm. “Thank you, for the insight. You’re right.”

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Between the lessons of Shii-cho, meditation and the force arts of absorption Sin’claires journey had not only been one of study but commitment to her Clan. Pending between the vast array of knowledge she had to learn and her duties as a Mandalorian second to her Alor, Kevin, left little opportunity to sit down and breathe. The few moments she had would be spent dozing off or staring off into the distance, contemplating what next steps to take for the success of her Clan and herself. Countless hours spent on assisting her peers if training did not bind her.

Fortunately Master Mana’s classes were done in a very sporadic but fulfilling way. The teachings offered to the point and lesson plans sent after for her to take with her for independent study and reflection for when she does get some free time. The Clan itself very supportive and growing more and more independent. Before long she noticed they didn’t even quite need her as they managed to overcome precarious ordeals independently. And while the thought gave her some relief it also brought about a bit of sadness. However the latter was wholly quenched every time she met with the Clan’s people for a talk or two, an adventure here and there.

During this time her talks with Solomon became deeper, more philosophical, and while Solomon always seemed to appreciate the ‘teachings’, it also gave Rebecca a chance to reflect her own thoughts on someone that simply… understood. Someone that listened to her. Accepted the view and grew upon it.

“My first thought when Kathea was hurt was a hunger. For the power to face the Sith lord. To free her.” Solomon explained to Sin’claire a day after Kathea’s kidnapping. “That is the darkside. That hunger for strength.”

Rebecca’s head canted a little towards the right, one of the few notable expression she could do with it while donning her helmet and hood. “What was your second thought?”

“The Code.” Solomon voiced pointedly.

“Then you should be proud of yourself. We are humanoid, we will always bare such thoughts. But if we overcome them we become stronger.”

After a moment of silence Solomon would continue. “… I really appreciate you Rebecca. I am lucky to call you a friend.”

“As am I to call you one.” Rebecca would say in return.

“We’ll make the galaxy a better place, Rebecca. For the people we care about.”

Rebecca stood there for a moment before smiling underneath the shroud of her helmet. “Maybe, and even if we don’t we will have lived life and be part of both it’s splendors and it’s horrors. And that would be fine too.”

“I’ve never thought of that.” Solomon laughed. “To live is enough. People forget that. I know I have.”

“We always pursue our fiction but rarely reflect on what we already have. To consider what we bare is enough, for we live with it. It is like the force - I lived once with out, but now where I have it I pursue my fiction to expand it. But do I need it? No… not really.”

“It isn’t about need, it’s about the want- no?” Asked Solomon. “For Enlightenment?”

“Enlightenment is perspective. A hermit that lives his life in the deepest woods, along and without the force can be enlightened as much as a Jedi Master perfecting his craft in the Force.” Rebecca explained.

Solomon retorted with: “But who knows if they’re enlightened, except oneself?”

“This is the clue. When do you stop and consider yourself… enlightened? It’s a choice. A meaningless word without clear definition that we made up through our sentient minds. An ideal with no possible end, unless we define it for ourselves.”

Solomon would then pursue to ask: “But that’s the beauty of it, no? The paradox? You are always seeking enlightenment. It is a path one traverses for a lifetime, not an ending- no?”

Rebecca gave a light shake of her head. “One seeks their fiction within their mind. It’s not exclusive to enlightenment. It’s more. It’s emotion, purpose and existence.”

“All of those things are a form of fiction?”

A single strict nod was given to Solomon as Rebecca kept explaining. “It’s fiction till you make it come true. You chase love: it’s fiction. You find it: it’s truth.”

“And have you found truth?”

After a moments pause Rebecca would tuck her hands together before her lap, exhaling deeply. “Everyday… every minute… every second…”

[Zilvai]

Chapter Three: Insane and Psychopathic, but it’s alright.

Lessons were getting harder and harder. Philosophies were blurring. Morals were colliding. Tenants aren’t being kept. In the end though one does continue to live. A weasel avoiding to become prey, befriending anything and everything or simply remaining neutral with short spurs of personality and targeted actions. But whose story is she trying to write? That of the good, that of the bad, that of a person that just wants to live or maybe… all of those at once?

Her Mandalorian affiliation has brought her much over the time. Not only unity and a family but also standing if not even immense material gain. Neglecting such would be detrimental, let alone come with it’s own series of troubles. It’ll remain the perfect, consistent resource. Something not to push aside till the clan of Shereshoy may be purged. But that to occur is unlikely, though never impossible.

Her training as a Force Sensitive under Master Mana’s guidance has been most essential for her progress and understanding of the Force. Though things soon become clear that while the two share much in common, there is something that both can’t agree upon: That one can become anything one wants, as long as you put your mind to it. Using the Dark Side of the Force can be a choice, and one you can just as easily deter if you so wish it. But clearly only the insane would ever consider, yes? That’s the crucial point that Sin’claire became to slowly grasp. Though the Dark Side is barely represented in the training, the training itself holds so much use. Another aspect and tie that can’t be loosened.

Finally leaves one last aspect that needs to be covered to progress down the true goal, one we will touch soon. The Dark Side of the Force. It is undeniable how much utility it bares. Such was displayed time and time again particularly from their Alchemists. An ingredient that could prove oh so fruitful.

But what to do if all of that is accomplished? Material wealth, followers, the Light and Dark Side of the Force? Why, you can be anything. You can achieve utmost greatness. A god walking the Galaxy. Turn planets and beings into whatever you desire, including yourself. Every bit of Fiction could be written in your image, or the image of those you wish to aid. So many stories to be written. The possibilities endless and all at the tips of the fingers of those who can weave every angle. What a dream.

[Zilvai]

"Imagine a universe where fiction could come true. Where every wish that is granted fuels the one that grants it with power. A verse filled with giving rather then taking. Through the Force the possibility stays there. For every wish fuels an emotion, and albeit dark, the intent is light. A synergy so pristine it could forever alter the way we see life and how it fundamentally works. Perhaps it’s the only true way to follow the unending strands of possibilities the Force grants us.

But there is a caveat to such a beautiful fiction. One day, somewhere, someone will wish the worst. The end of something, someone or maybe even everything. A variable that fuels madness, anger and eventually oblivion. But what if - and just if - there is a creature that bares the power to remedy it. A family member that died, brought back into reality. A home that was destroyed, restored anew. An anger towards a purpose, mimicked by a clone to slaughter to appease grief. And through the continued assistance this creature feeds off the blissful emotions of those she helps, fueling her power endlessly till she reaches omniscience. A benevolent god of gods. The true entity of the Living Force. The giving Force. An avatar. A pioneer of perfected good. To create, to maintain, to make the fiction of others come true and contain with reason.

Wouldn’t that be beautiful?" Sin’claire uttered out into the expanse of the verse that laid before her as she stared out of the bridge of her ship. A glint of passion in her half closed, insane, eyes as she regards the vast stars on the eternal black canvas of space. A genuine, heartfelt smile as she leaned back against the cushioned pilot seat. One that came from the absolute truth of her mad rambled emotions. Those she so seldomly if ever really shares.

“I’ll teach you all of my fiction. You will see and taste the truth eventually. Revel in the bliss I will grant you all. And those that pass before my journey reaches it’s climax, I will hold you in remembrance and honor your passing to the source of truth, even those I will purge that may deem to step in my way, clouded by lies of false morality and codes.”