||[Aug. 2nd, 2005|10:20 pm]
We got them.
Three Jedi dead, and all of us remain. Losses minimal; I now have a hole in my pants, though that credit goes to an attack droid and not to any of the Jedi. I don't think they did any damage on their own. To be honest, I don't know if it's that we're so good at what we do, or they're so awful. I think it's both.
Three Knights and all you did was supply a few surface wounds to us and do a little bit of cosmetic damage to supplies. For shame.
I had not killed a Jedi in years. It was everything I remember, but tinted gray. There was little challenge, which made it less satisfying. Perhaps like finding a bit of fruit when one is starving. Good, yes, but it's not enough. If the specimens that came to harass us today are any indication of the state of the new Jedi Order, then we would do well to move quickly and eliminate them all. In the past, there were a few strong enough to escape the wrath of Lord Vader and Lord Sidious. Only two, really. And nobody that lives today can compare to them, except perhaps Skywalker, and with many more than two actively looking for him, he can't run and hide forever. Somehow I don't think he'd try. He seemed too idealistic to live out his live next to a swamp.
I never spent much time with him. If he's managed to dupe over a hundred into following his ways - that's a hundred out of the pool of potential Force "adepts", the ones who actually could do something with his parlor tricks - then he's not a good influence and it's best that we stayed apart. I did meet him when I was sixteen, and it's odd to think that he's only a few years older than I am. Harder even to think that he was Lord Vader's son. That fruit DID fall rather far from the tree. He welcomed me to the Academy, to learn the ways of the Jedi, but left us much to ourselves.
No matter what I do, I can't scrub away the memory of those five months and the taint that came with them. I do know what would help, though - revenge. On him for bringing back a pestilence best left dead. I know that he misunderstands the Force and seeks to tame it, to rule over it, and the only way he can do that is to smooth it over with philosophies and noble-sounding words to make it more like a whimpering pittin than a dragon. One should rise to the challenge, not belittle the challenge to match one's own leisure.
There are other concerns in the galaxy but none so great as the Jedi - not so much themselves, but the way that some people are beginning to look to them again. That was what killed the Old Republic, and I don't care to wait around for two hundred years before they accidentally reveal themselves as the charlatans they are. When the last of them is dead, then the galaxy will once gain be safe for order and civilization.