The Catastrophist
The room around him was crumbling, fires burnt furiously and the smell of burning flesh filled his lungs. In a corner of the room two skeletons laid together, one wrapping themselves around a smaller skeleton. A Child he thought to himself as he walked towards the dead pair. The feeling of regret and guilt spread throughout his spine, and quickly infected his thoughts. But in that moment, he didn't give into the thoughts knowing that in the grand scheme of things, nothing could've been done. In the corner of the Jedi's eye, a scorched teddy bear lay on the ground (About five meters in front of the skeletons). A sense of melancholy could be on his face, if anyone was around to see it. He reached down and picked up the stuffed animal, and pressed into it with his left index finger. He knew what killed the child and their guardian, but he didn't want to face the truth. The truth that would undoubtedly shatter his worldview. The truth that he was, for so long, burying deep. He placed the bear back onto the concrete, and walked outside of the room. Outside of the room there were different clones clad in an assortment of different colors, too many to name. He knew that these clones and their undying will to follow any order, no matter what it be, was what had killed the pair. Whether it was their intention or their lack of caution. The clones represented to him how far the Republic and the Jedi Order had fell. Morgan had been taken into the Jedi Order as an infant from his home world of Sulon, and from that time he was taught about how the Jedi were supposed to be keepers of the peace. Yet no peace has been kept. Worlds and cities were left in ruin, families left broken, and bystanders had their taste of the Order soured. His contempt and frustration with the Jedi Council had grown during the Clone wars.
"You find something in there, Morgan?" A clone asked him. Staring back at the clone with a cold and blank gaze for a moment before simply replying.
"No."
He awoke from his nap. Initially confused where he was at, he quickly remembered he had boarded a shuttle that took him away from the war that had consumed the galaxy. Hours before he had defected from the Jedi Order, feeling as if the Republic and the Order had lost their way. Only one other Jedi joined him. Brandon. He was asleep across from Morgan. Morgan stared at Brandon. He had respected Brandon for joining him, it wasn't an easy thing to do. Watch as you fly away from people you would consider family, that isn't easy to go on with. Morgan was unsure if he had made the right decision. Would his Jedi brothers and sisters respect him or cast him out if his gut feeling was wrong? Had the force guided him into the wrong direction? Sith spit He angerly told his doubts. For once he felt like he had made the right decision. Morgan slipped back into sleep, and this time his dreams didn't wander into the horrors that he had felt during the Clone War. He let go of that pain for the time being.
The Catastrophist
The room around him was crumbling, fires burnt furiously and the smell of burning flesh filled his lungs. In a corner of the room two skeletons laid together, one wrapping themselves around a smaller skeleton. A Child he thought to himself as he walked towards the dead pair. The feeling of regret and guilt spread throughout his spine, and quickly infected his thoughts. But in that moment, he didn't give into the thoughts knowing that in the grand scheme of things, nothing could've been done. In the corner of the Jedi's eye, a scorched teddy bear lay on the ground (About five meters in front of the skeletons). A sense of melancholy could be on his face, if anyone was around to see it. He reached down and picked up the stuffed animal, and pressed into it with his left index finger. He knew what killed the child and their guardian, but he didn't want to face the truth. The truth that would undoubtedly shatter his worldview. The truth that he was, for so long, burying deep. He placed the bear back onto the concrete, and walked outside of the room. Outside of the room there were different clones clad in an assortment of different colors, too many to name. He knew that these clones and their undying will to follow any order, no matter what it be, was what had killed the pair. Whether it was their intention or their lack of caution. The clones represented to him how far the Republic and the Jedi Order had fell. Morgan had been taken into the Jedi Order as an infant from his home world of Sulon, and from that time he was taught about how the Jedi were supposed to be keepers of the peace. Yet no peace has been kept. Worlds and cities were left in ruin, families left broken, and bystanders had their taste of the Order soured. His contempt and frustration with the Jedi Council had grown during the Clone wars.
"You find something in there, Morgan?" A clone asked him. Staring back at the clone with a cold and blank gaze for a moment before simply replying.
"No."
He awoke from his nap. Initially confused where he was at, he quickly remembered he had boarded a shuttle that took him away from the war that had consumed the galaxy. Hours before he had defected from the Jedi Order, feeling as if the Republic and the Order had lost their way. Only one other Jedi joined him. Brandon. He was asleep across from Morgan. Morgan stared at Brandon. He had respected Brandon for joining him, it wasn't an easy thing to do. Watch as you fly away from people you would consider family, that isn't easy to go on with. Morgan was unsure if he had made the right decision. Would his Jedi brothers and sisters respect him or cast him out if his gut feeling was wrong? Had the force guided him into the wrong direction? Sith spit He angerly told his doubts. For once he felt like he had made the right decision. Morgan slipped back into sleep, and this time his dreams didn't wander into the horrors that he had felt during the Clone War. He let go of that pain for the time being.
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