Omissions of the Omen: Inevitability
  • Posted On: Feb 26 2003 1:03am
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In the end, everything always turns out this way. Gash wrote. He lay aboard his courier craft -- the Hermes -- scribbling in a small journal in his quarters.

Now, I know why humans invented God and the Devil. I wouldn't mind an explanation as to why everything always happens like this, either. Why everything always falls apart, no matter how hard anyone tries -- no matter what Force is on whose side. He looked up darkly from the book, and pointed his finger at a small glass of water which sat on the table across from his bed. The glass exploded, spraying water and glass about the room. None of the shards hit Gash.

Was he abusing the Force? Everything I have always been taught about the Light Side of the Force has told me that faith in my convictions will always bring deliverance. That, no matter what, the side of Light is infinitely superior -- that it always triumphs over the Dark.

But now, I sit on a Marauder Corvette flying to the middle of nowhere because I have nowhere else to go. The Republic is dead. Dozens of billions of innocent beings are dead. The Empire and its alllies gain superiority each day. I have no God to blame it on, or any Devil.

Or maybe I do.
He frowned, and kept writing. I wonder where this was in all of the great visions of the Jedi Masters who went before me? Nowhere. Nowhere, because it was all a lie.

There is no great and mighty balance of the Force. There is no superiority in the Light Side of the Force, no guarantee of victory for those who champion the Light. There is no mythical man in the sky watching out for us, no essence of the Force to steward us. We are utterly alone. Every promise about the religion of our ways made to us by the Jedi Masters of old was a lie. There are no reasons, there is no grand destiny, there is no great plan. The visions and omens which brought about the Jedi Orders of the modern day left all this out, or forgot about it, or we were just selectively lied to. It doesn't matter.

These are the omissions of the omen.


Gash closed the small notebook, stuffing it into his pocket.
* * * * *

Following the ship's landing on the planet, he left it with orders to remain and shut down engines.

The streets of Theed, Naboo, were somewhat crowded, but no more than usual. The city showed no signs of the attack it had suffered many months before at the hands of the Naboo Sith Order, though in his mind, Gash could still hear the screams and shouts of panic, smell the acrid stench of flesh, and see the flashes of colliding lightsabers and Force powers.

But it wasn't there -- none of it. It was just a normal day in the small city. Life went on entirely ignorant of the revelations which had come to pass in the mind of Gash Jiren or other Jedi. The people had faith.

If only they knew that their faith was grounded solidly in absolutely nothing.

Gash hadn't brought his Jedi robes. Instead, he wore simple, plain clothes, a navy-blue shirt and loosely-fit yellow-beige pants. His white hair had once been long, down to his shoulders -- in the typical style of the men on Asthentia, his homeworld -- but was now trimmed short. The red eyes which had once marked him so brilliantly were glossed over by contacts which colored them a very typical green. The sleeves of his dark-blue shirt were rolled up, showing his left arm -- a mechanical replacement. His skin was noticably less tanned than normal.

The things which had once mattered to him now bore no meaning. Tradition was useless and pointless.

Most of all, one thing had changed in his appearance.

The scars -- the marks of both bravery and cowardice that he'd once worn on his face with pride -- were gone, washed away with non-Bacta medical treatment.

They were reminders of a past which now held no meaning for him; lessons which now had lost their bite.

Within minutes, he was at the Jedi Temple.
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  • Posted On: Mar 3 2003 8:07am
The Jedi Temple, icon of Jedi power and superiority in the Universe.

All who gazed upon the great building were filled with awe and wonder at the might and respectability of those who dwelt within it, of those who it had come to represent. It was almost as if one could feel a powerful aura of light emanating from the very foundation of the building itself.

Power. Superiority. Two things a Jedi craved not.

Leia Organa Solo stared with a blank gaze at one of the many white marble pillars that adorned the great entranceway of the Academy, serving for both asthetical and structural purposes. She frowned, turned her back to the sight, and walked out the door and into the warm afternoon sunlight.

She was just in time to watch Gash Jiren walk through the main gates, and enter the courtyard. Her gaze tracked him as he walked along the duracrete path towards her position at the top of the stairway. She was still standing in front of the door.

She allowed her gaze to deviate from Gash, and focus on her surroundings.

They were too grand. This was not the Jedi. It was only a combination of what other non-Jedi wanted the Jedi to be... or at least look like to them, anyways. It probably drew everyone in the city great comfort to glance this way at the almighty Jedi stronghold, and feel that they were safe under the ever watchful eyes of the Jedi Protectors.

Leia's frown deepend. Her now long dead predecessors, The Old Jedi Council had succombed to the petty wants and needs of governments. They had served the wrong people, had made the wrong choices, and had therefore ultimately restrained themselves from making the right choices.

It wasn't until the Rebellion, when the last of the Jedi faced the most powerful of the Sith and after that started to reforge peace in the galaxy, that the Jedi (or what was left of them) had realized just what the old Council's codes and requirements had done to regulate their freedom and ability to do the very job they were singularly sworn to do. Serve and protect...

Yeah. The old Jedi Council. Now there was a relic. It had been naive, corrupt to some degree at least, and... just plain stupid. None of the mistakes that had been made by the old Jedi would ever be repeated again, Leia had vowed.

And she would see to it. The first order of business... was establishing the Jedi's true place within the galaxy. And that place was not to be the petty babysitters of a corupt, self serving Republic again....

Leia pushed her thoughts aside as Gash ascended the stairs towards her. The same thoughts had troubled her much lately, and she knew a move would have to be made on her part soon. But she saw she would have to deal with a few other arising matters first...


"Gash Jiren... a face I thought I would never see around here again for any reason, to be sure..."
  • Posted On: Mar 3 2003 11:53pm
"I didn't think I'd be back here, either." Gash replied, looking up at Leia. "At least, not for the reasons I am now." The Jedi Master smiled wryly, and climbed the remaining stairs between the two.

He bowed slightly, shallowly, in greeting. "I was expected, I assume." She nodded briefly in reply, as he obviously had been; given Jiren's immense power, and Solo's identical -- if not superior -- abilities, it had been, more or less, mutual knowledge between the two that the leader of the Rogue Jedi had been coming to Naboo.

Gash turned from her, following her gaze out over the city of Theed. The sand-colored buildings which shrunk in modest reverrence to the Jedi Temple flowed out before him, ever so slightly out of his reach upon the elevated perch of the Temple's entrance. "The city has... is..." Gash paused. "Well, the smoke is gone." He wasn't sure how else to put it. The contrast between the current state of the Naboo capital was apart entirely from the macabre version of it that he'd witnessed during the Naboo Sith Order assault on the world.

He turned back to her, swallowing slightly. "I left Corellia a few hours ago. The last of the Republic dissolution meetings... there were a few issues which needed clearing up. It's done, now. Finally over." He stared at the ground, for a moment. "But, that's not why I came here. I... suppose we both know that."
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  • Posted On: Mar 11 2003 1:36am
"Yes..." Leia said simply and softly.

She gestured silently for Gash to follow her, and then turned and opened one of the entrance doors and dissapeared back inside.

She led him to a smallish private common room on the first floor, where they could talk more securely.

As Gash entered the room, she turned to face him with a blank expression, and gestured to her surroundings around her with one hand.

"As you can see, both the Jedi and the city are prospering, even after the attack... I suppose you could say much the same for the Rogues."

She turned and walked over to the window.

"We both know why we are here right now. The breakup of the Republic, the continuing success of the Sith and Imperials... there is a lot threatening that which we stand for. But we still stand a chance. More than a chance.

With the Republic gone, once again everyone who depended on the Republic for peace, protection... a sense of security, now look to the Jedi once again to stand up to the combined might of the Sith and the Empire. Only this time there is not only one half trained Jedi and a fledgling resistance to stand up to the threat."

Leia shook her head.

"I don't believe the question for me at least, is whether or not the Jedi will step up and fight..."

She looked over inquiringly at Gash.
  • Posted On: Mar 14 2003 12:59am
"Ah," Gash said. He moved quietly over to one of the chairs surrounding the conference table which dominated the room. "Ah." He said again, swinging the chair around to face Leia. "You want to know if the Rogues are with you?"

Gash stared at the table for a little while before continuing. "Leia, I'd like to apologize for what I've done. At the time of the seperation of the Rogue Jedi from the Jedi Order, I was possessed of a lot of stupid ideas about the Force. I was under the impression that one shade of grey is better than another, and that there is some mystical omnipresence behind the Force that we should all be fighting for."

The Jedi Master had run adrift of the topic at hand, unapologetically avoiding the issue. "I feel responsible. For what happened. For dividing the Jedi. I have committed a great number of crimes in my life, many of them against you. I have done too many terrible things in the name of ideals that are no more real than god. How can I reconcile all of this?"
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  • Posted On: Mar 16 2003 11:08am
Leia chose the words that would form her response delicately.

"We have all made mistakes, in the past. While I cannot say I would have made the same choices that you made, or made the same mistakes given the opportunity to make them, I can say that we can learn from our experiences... and that learning is irreplaceable: also our most powerful ally.

While we can't change the past, we can change the future.... by not only passing on what we have learned, but putting it into practice as well."

Leia had been ever so slowly walking down the length of the table, away from Gash. Now she found that she had reached the opposite end from Gash, and she placed both hands on the tabletop and leaned forward, supporting some of her weight with her arms. The table was long enough and the lighting just right, to show the true nature of the pose- a simple tired weariness, not an intent to look imposing.

"You don't have to tell me you are sorry. You were forgiven some time ago, even if grudgingly..."

A smile flickered briefly across her face, which was otherwise deadpan.

"But you seem to have lost your faith in many things. What do you care about, now?"
  • Posted On: Mar 16 2003 5:36pm
Gash stared at Organa for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know. I have struggled with that question for a long, long time. I used to have the Republic to latch onto, but I don't, anymore."

He sighed. "The Jedi. I care about the Jedi. In a way, the Jedi are all I have left. In a way, that's really why I'm here.

"I guess I never answered your question, before, but the Rogues are with you. We always were -- if not in fact, then in spirit. I don't think the two orders were ever as far removed as I would've liked to believe."
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  • Posted On: Mar 28 2003 12:03pm
"I am glad to hear that."

Leia paused.

"What are we fighting for?"

She looked around her.

"...and for whom?

There are a lot of things going on in this galaxy, and a lot of people involved in those things. We need a mission, a purpose. Supposedly the Jedi are high and mighty protectors of the peace and justice in the galaxy. We both know that the boundaries of right and wrong, and how to go about interacting in the balance of them, are not very clear at all. There is a little black, and a little white, but even more grey...."