So I was exploring the Wookieepedia again. And found someone interested me.
That cool looking Kel-Dor Tol Braga!
He was respected Jedi Council member who had skill and wisdom and open minded and kind hearted. He always tried to peace talk to even sith at first meeting, and one sith lord actually redeemed by fighting him for three days. And Tor actually accepted him as his Padawan.
But when he tried to take down the supreme Sith, he was brainwashed by him and fallen to dark side.
He eventually able to broke out, but he was so broke down by the fact his pride had blinded the truth and led them to failure.
And he willingly surrendered to dark side.
When hero tried to save him, he said that dark side and Empire will rise again and again, and galaxy's suffering will never end and what they fought for are not mattered.
Still, by hero's choice, he was convinced by the fact that he still had good inside, he gained his confidence and hope once again and agreed to be redeemed.
It was interesting to me that the fact even Kel-Dorian could be fall and redeemed despite their strong judgment of good and bad.
And as always, it makes me... have more idea... of Plo Koon. Muhahaahahahhahah
Thinking about what can broke him to fall?
The true cruelty of galaxy and society?
The suffering of innocent they tried to save and still failed?
The meaning of clones that made to die for Jedis? And the war they forced to fight?
Many Padawans and Jedis that fought in war and died and suffered?
The Jedi Orders that changed while long history under serving corrupted Republic and fighting in war?
Or the guilt for Little 'soka that Jedi Order abandoned when she needed them most?
Or the guilt for original 104th battalion who died by his command that was from his judgment from pride of their successes?
Yes, what a sad life to be kind hearted Jedi in wartime...
I don't think even if he survived from Order 66 he could be the same person before the order after all that traumas and cruel reality.
But in the other side, I believe he would never let him self fall or give up when he have at least one young someone with goodness who needs his help and care.
Because... just he has too strong buir energy. That's all. Even Tol took care of young man who was sith lord. And I believe Plo would have so much power and will for taking care of younglings. What am i saying
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Legend of Lightning Chapter 73. New Orders
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/117990541
As Vajra busied himself with the teapot, he felt the Master’s eyes on him. He didn’t need to see her to feel her concern. “I’m fine, Master. I really am. I’m ready for this mission.”
“I know. You’re a strong young man, Vajra. We’re lucky to have you. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I had hoped you could have more time to recover.”
“So do I, Master.” He added the tea leaves and covered the top before turning off the heat.
“Tell me about what you did yesterday,” she asked, and Vajra gave her a modified account of his evening. He left out all mentions of Cipher Nine, but told her about the restaurant he’d visited, and the sunset he’d watched.
“Strange that you’d head out all the way there. It’s, what… fifteen kilometres off?”
“I needed the exercise,” Vajra said, pouring out two steaming cups of tea and placing one in front of her, with a single squeeze of lime and a spoonful of honey. He knew her well enough by now, to know how she liked her tea. “And Alderaan is a nice place for a run, when there’s no war going on.”
“That’s true.” She coughed and took a sip. “Mmmh. Thank you. Just what I needed.”
“So what about your day?”
“I spent it in here,” she said with a dour face. “Hoping the cold wouldn’t get this bad.”
“Well, maybe it’s a good thing that it did. Now you get a day off from work.”
She tilted her head and chuckled. “Looking at the bright side? I’ll take it. Maybe if it’d happened a week ago, I could’ve taken you, Kira, and Jasme for a brief vacation.”
“What about Theron?”
She looked bemused at mention of her son’s name. “You want to hear something funny? I heard from my former comrade last night. It turns out, Theron was responsible for the death of Darth Mekhis, several months ago. He faced a Dark Council member, and I didn’t hear about it until now.”
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Book of Storms: Legend of Vajra
Chapter 8: Trials
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/108977704
The Jedi Temple,
Several weeks later
Satele Shan, Grand Master of the Jedi Order, studied the Padawan as he entered the Meeting Chamber.
“Vajra! Please, come on in. We were most relieved to hear when you started to recover. We feared we were going to lose you.”
“That was a daring act you pulled off,” Kaedan sighed. “The Council commends your valor.”
“Thank you, Masters.”
“We would also like to apologize for saddling you with such a monumental task alone,” Bela said. “You were all but alone for a time.”
“The growing darkness has you worried, I understand.”
Satele snorted. “Strange, is it not, how a threat almost literally on our doorstep is not the massive threat we’ve been Sensing? It’s like the heart of our power is irrelevant.”
“Well, Tython is out of the way,” Vajra replied. “Remote. Things that happen here only affect the Galaxy if it can wipe us out. Which it can’t. Even a few Knights are sufficient to keep the Khrayii at bay. But you always knew that, didn’t you, Masters? The Force flows so… calmly here despite all the turmoil. To it, this conflict is… irrelevant.” His eyes widened and he clammed up, as if realizing he had said too much.
“Indeed,” Satele said. “I’m glad you see things so clearly.”
“I apologize, Masters.”
“You really shouldn’t,” Master Syo Bakarn said kindly. “Your insight proves a point we’ve all discussed several times in this Council. You are ready to start taking your trials.” Behind Bela, the holo of her Padawan stirred but said nothing.
“What?” Vajra was taken aback. “But Masters, I have so much to learn, still! I can’t even Control my breath yet; you saw what a few cannisters of poison did to me!”
“Indeed, there are still a few things you need to learn. Fortunately, your trials will take time to complete. You still have some time to learn.”
“I see. I am honored by the Council’s confidence in me.”
“You have earned it,” Kaedan said gruffly. “Your dedication and tenacity have been noticed, as has your adherence to the Code. Know that we do not make this decision lightly.”
“Yes, Masters.”
“You have already passed a more grueling Trial of the Flesh than anything we could have set up,” Tol said. “The same Trial proved your valour. We also believe you have passed any Trials of Skill, but…”
“I disagree, Master Braga. While I agree my combat skills are good, the poisoning incident proved to me that I have a lot left to learn. I am also not very confident in using the Force in subtle or peaceful ways. I have a lot to learn, and I would like the time to learn them properly.”
“Agreed,” Master Orgus said. “As I mentioned earlier, there is much I would like to teach him before letting him make his own way out there.”
“Noted. Your trials will happen slowly, young one. And, I agree that your soft skills are just as important as your blade work. We will think up a suitable Trial of Skill as well.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You may leave, Vajra.”
The young Apprentice bowed and left.
“He sounds… different,” Satele remarked.
“His lessons in Basic have been progressing well,” Orgus replied. “He’s also gotten better and more confident in debating.”
“Clearly. What have you been teaching him?”
“Whatever I can. But in this case, it’s Jasme we have to thank. And his own interest, of course.”
“It’s poise and thoughtfulness worthy of a Jedi,” Tol remarked. “I’m amazed how far he’s come in the few months since his arrival.”
“But is it right to add to his burdens?” Bela spoke up. “He’s still just a child! And we’ve put too much on his plate already! I’ll never forget the torment on his face when he lamented having killed two thousand Flesh Raiders.”
“And his state when I returned to find him in the infirmary,” Orgus added.
“That was then,” Braga argued. “As we saw, he’s growing. Fast. And we need all the Knights we can field.”
“Then we should look elsewhere,” Bela said stubbornly. “We’ll start raiding cribs next!”
“I agree,” Orgus said pleadingly. “Let me have a few years with him. I want to do a proper job with him.”
“I’m afraid we don’t have that luxury. Any lessons you can squeeze into the next month or two is all he’ll be afforded. The darkness continues to grow, and we still don’t know what it is. Or where.”
“I’m certain it’s here on Coruscant,” Bela said.
“A world with over trillion people. A world that has enough surface area to match a thousand ordinary worlds, thanks to the many levels of construction. That’s a lot of ground to cover.”
“I’ll find it,” Bela insisted.
“Kira,” Satele interjected. “I’m sure you were listening?”
“Indeed I was, Master Satele. If it’s my opinion you’re asking for, Vajra is already a splendid Jedi. But he’s also young. I’d rather preserve that a little longer if I could. Heck, if this Council was willing to trust me, I’d shoulder the burden myself so he wouldn’t have to.”
“Noble,” Kaedan growled. “Is this a sign you want to be made Knight before him?”
“No, though I understand why it appears that way. I don’t care about my seniority. He’s my friend, and I want to protect him.”
“Well said,” Bela nodded. “He has the potential. But I fear we will squander it if we rush the process.”
“The trials will start, that much has already been decided,” Satele sighed. “But I agree that we can pace it so as to give him more time.”
“Time is something he needs,” Kira insisted. “Please, Masters.”
“Your opinion has been noted, Padawan,” Syo said in his usual, kindly manner.
“It feels like we’re going around in circles on an already decided subject,” Kaedan said. “I think we should move on to the next topic.”
“Agreed. Master Kiwiiks, tell us about your progress on Coruscant please.”
Satele listened with half an ear to her colleague’s report, but the back of her mind continued to work on the subject of Vajra’s Knighthood. All objections she kept hearing were, in her opinion, very valid. But there was little she could do. These past months, Vajra had done the work of a small force of full Knights. While in hindsight, it had been a terrible mistake giving him so much responsibility, the result was unmistakable. And most of her fellow Councillors—even the ones who were rarely able to attend anymore—wanted to give him his spurs.
*
Satele sat in her chambers later that day, brushing her daughter’s hair as she animatedly chatted away as usual. She was talking about the Kalikori this time.
“They’re having a festival tonight,” she was saying. “I’ve been looking into their customs after the poisoning incident—that ‘grand matriarch’ woman gave me really bad vibes—and I was thinking just how drab their culture was. Even the Khrayii have a more solid culture, and that’s saying something. The Kalikori… their festivals feel kinda thrown together. ‘Hey, it’s common to have a harvest festival, so let’s make one ourselves! And let’s make drinks from the first batch of crops because it seems so smart! What’s that, add our own flavor? Our own instruments, stories, beliefs? Why ever would we do that? This is good, this is smart!’”
Satele snorted. “Kolovish really got under your skin, didn’t she?”
“It’s more than that,” Jasme insisted. “She’s up to something.”
“Well, at least we know her ‘something’ doesn’t involve speaking to people off-world. We’ve detected no transmissions that weren’t our own.”
“She’s going to end up with her arms clapped in irons someday… mark my words,” Jasme said darkly.
“Of course, dear. I’ll trust your judgement. You’ve proven a good judge of character after all.”
“Awww, thanks Mom!”
“I’m glad to see you more yourself again.”
“Yeah, seeing Vajra so badly injured, thinking he might die… it really scared me.”
“You really like him, don’t you?”
Jasme turned her head slightly to beam. “Yes.”
“He’s impressed the Council too. Almost everyone wants him Knighted as soon as possible.”
“So, he told me,” Jasme beamed. “Right after you let him go, in fact. I’m glad they see his worth. He’s already seen as something of a guardian among the Kalikori. Hey, I just realized; there’s at least two places in the galaxy where people see him as some divine champion! The Raudra revere anyone whose third eye has gone white!”
Satele chuckled. “The legend of Vajra is off to a good start already then.”
“So now you’re foisting a Knighthood on him. I’m so proud of the little guy! But also, a little worried…”
“Because of his age?”
“And his maturity. His inner balance has improved loads lately, but I still worry about him.”
“But his judgement is above reproach. All reports agree that his approach has saved the most lives.”
“That is true. I still wish he’d tried to evacuate the Kalikori rather than save their food.”
“Remember, Jasme. We can’t share too much with them. We’re still bound by Republic law after all.”
Jasme waved dismissively. “Doesn’t mean organizations like the Peace Brigade won’t help them.”
“We can’t let them know where Tython is.”
“So many complications,” Jasme sighed.
“Speaking of complications,” Satele said. “Tomas…”
“I’ve not heard from him, but his doctor says he’s still alive.” Jasme sounded upset again. “I hope he chooses life, Mom. He’s a good man.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“I… I want to see him again. But he’s forbidden it. I’m… I’m trying to move on. It feels like a betrayal. But it’s what he wants.”
“What is it you want?”
“To say goodbye properly, at least. And, maybe, another sibling. A Sister this time. What do you say?”
Satele chuckled. “I’m sorry, Jasme. I can’t.”
“I know. I was just joking. Anyway, I want to be an archivist. And an historian. I want to study ancient cultures and cities.”
“Jasme… whatever happens, please don’t give up on love and family. You’re not a Jedi. You’re not destined—or perhaps I should say ‘doomed’—to follow our path. If there is one thing I’ve regretted bitterly, it’s not raising you and Theron like a real Mother would.”
“I already have a new crush,” Jasme said, but Satele knew she was just saying that. Tom’s fate would worry her for some years to come. She hoped someone—Vajra perhaps—could be a shoulder for Jasme to lean on until events were resolved.
“Oh really? Who is it this time?”
“General Jace Malcom!” she said, and Satele had to fight to not sputter.
“Why him? He’s even older than I am!”
“He just looks so gorgeous in his armor! I think I like muscular men in armor. Tom sported an armored set of robes too, remember?”
“Yes, he did,” Satele’s chuckle was awkward. Was her daughter teasing her? Had she guessed? She certainly hoped so! It was better than thinking her daughter had inadvertently developed a crush on her kriffing Father!
“So, what have you decided about Vajra?”
“The decision has already been made. In fact, his recent ordeal was already approved as trials of Valor and Flesh.”
“Oh, right! He mentioned that too! So, he’s already a quarter of the way there, isn’t he? Damn! This is happening too fast. It’s no wonder he looked so overwhelmed when we spoke.”
“Right.”
“Mom? Can you at least promise me you won’t toss him into the deep end?”
“I wish I could, Jasme. But my hands are tied right now. You’ve no idea how starved for Knights we are. But I’ll do what I can.”
“Please don’t waste his life,” Jasme said.
“I try not to waste anyone’s lives.”
“Well, be extra, extra careful with his. Please. You’ll thank me someday. And I’ll thank you every single day.”
“Of course.”
“Also… try not to overburden yourself either. I love you, Mom. I want to see you grow into a happy old woman. Not someone filled with regret.”
“That is even less of a certainty. But I’ll do what I can.”
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