(man i haven’t written like this in ages)
“When a Jedi ignites her Lightsaber, she must be ready to take a life.”
“These people are dangerous, Sindal. They aren’t going to show you any mercy. You can’t talk to them.”
Vosca sat cross-legged in the depths of the Jedi Temple, Vosca’s eyes were squeezed shut, head tilted down. The meditation room permitted no sound from the outside; with only the cool air and a faint electric whirring in her ears.
Tonight, she could not find serenity in this. The Force was all around her, but her mind played it over and over in her mind, again and again.
And she was worried what she’d see if she went deeper.
“They believe the city itself is staining the environment – Destroying the world. They kill people, innocent people.”
“But we don’t have to kill them! There are ways-.”
Her eyes squeezed further shut still as the scene played back in her head. A stark white room with water-filled windows. Red streaks of plasma cutting through the air, only narrowly avoided. The hum of a Lightsaber, the duller one of an electrosword.
Cutting plasma. Not herself. A stunning wave, not herself.
A burst of Telekinetic Power – Herself.
A man, standing tall and harty just a moment prior, flung to the wall. Normally harmful, but not lethal. Except this time.
CRACK!
Blood.
He fell to the ground, limp, that horrible, mortal fluid coming to pool across the floor. She didn’t even realize what she did until she looked again.
And than she couldn’t stop staring.
She pulled her eyes open and tightened her hands at her front. With a haggard exhale, she pulled herself sluggishly to her feet, and stepped forward. The door to the meditation room hissed open, and she stepped into sterilely lit hallways. Maybe something to eat would help.
There was no peace in meditation tonight.