prompt 1: who are you?
I was supposed to be the perfect pupil...and for a few years I was. I did everything my masters asked of me. Atris and I got along as I assume mother and child would.
But that's not who I am. When I was eighteen, I left behind the Kira Isek, Padawan and became Kira Isek, Sith General in an army against the Mandalorians led by Darth Revan and Darth Malak.
I thought I knew who I was, then...but I didn't. I led my armies, I did what I thought was best...and if that meant sending a platoon into a mine field and killing them all...then so be it. I was doing it for the greater good.
And that's not who I am either. Because when I was 21, I destroyed a planet. I killed thousands. I stained my hands in the blood of innocents and I am a murderer. The pain was so great that I physically pulled myself away from the Force and they tell me...they tell me it's like a huge hole...and that they can't feel me.
I can't feel anything. I can't use the Force. I feel blind. But the Council was still wrong. It was still wrong of them to sit and just watch countless die, as Revan, Malak and I fought to stop them.
I went back to the Council to tell them this. They exiled me...took my lightsaber. Atris had such a hate in her eyes...so unbefitting of a Jedi. Kavar wouldn't look at me.
So that's who I am. I am an Exile. A murderer of innocents. I'm twenty-six years old and I am all alone, in the Unknown Regions. I have no name, no belonging.
I am the Jedi Exile.
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But that's not who I am. When I was eighteen, I left behind the Kira Isek, Padawan and became Kira Isek, Sith General in an army against the Mandalorians led by Darth Revan and Darth Malak.
I thought I knew who I was, then...but I didn't. I led my armies, I did what I thought was best...and if that meant sending a platoon into a mine field and killing them all...then so be it. I was doing it for the greater good.
And that's not who I am either. Because when I was 21, I destroyed a planet. I killed thousands. I stained my hands in the blood of innocents and I am a murderer. The pain was so great that I physically pulled myself away from the Force and they tell me...they tell me it's like a huge hole...and that they can't feel me.
I can't feel anything. I can't use the Force. I feel blind. But the Council was still wrong. It was still wrong of them to sit and just watch countless die, as Revan, Malak and I fought to stop them.
I went back to the Council to tell them this. They exiled me...took my lightsaber. Atris had such a hate in her eyes...so unbefitting of a Jedi. Kavar wouldn't look at me.
So that's who I am. I am an Exile. A murderer of innocents. I'm twenty-six years old and I am all alone, in the Unknown Regions. I have no name, no belonging.
I am the Jedi Exile.
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