There’s no time off for a Consular. Sure, officially they are allowed to go and have “fun” if it is allowed by the Jedi Code, but unofficially they study, meditate or train others. At least that’s what I think. Meditation can’t hurt, right? Today I’ll try to see into the past, it doesn’t hurt to know a little more about our history and besides I can train my Sensing skills. Studying in the Tython Jedi Temple is peaceful. It’s quiet, especially since the Jedi Guardians are absent during the time off we are granted by the Council.
Meditation begins. Dimly lit room, locked door and meditation pose. Relaxation of the mind and of the body. Eyes closed, but I can see something. I can hear something. It’s not from the Temple. I can see myself using the holocom. It’s not happening now. It’s from the past. I’m not even sure if it’s me or another Kel Dorian. I’m in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by other Jedi. There are what appear to be Dark Jedi, running towards us. We are on Tython, being invaded by the Dark Jedi, or at least a group of their conquerors. The lightsabers are clashing everywhere, the plasma blades blinding me. I can only spectate, I don’t control the person I thought was me. My Jedi takes his lightsaber and turns it on, a green blade coming out of the hilt. He raises his lightsaber in an Ataru opening stance. He starts running towards the Dark Jedi, stabbing and slashing them. He has no feelings towards his former Jedi friends, for they had betrayed the Jedi Order and pursued a path of Darkness, a path for those that seek power and fame, not regretting killing for his own gain. He kills Dark Jedi left and right, running past their army of darkness as a shadow in the night. Light and Dark Jedi are dying every second, I can even feel it in the Force. He gets to their ship. There are lots of Dark Jedi in a small room. He kills them all, I sense no remorse in him. He kills the ship crew and he sends a message to what I assume is the leader of the conquest movement. I only hear a few words, “peace”, “violence” and “unbalanced”. My Jedi gets stabbed in the heart through the back by a Dark Jedi. I feel him falling to the ground and losing his life. The Dark Jedi says something, this time I can make a phrase out of it, “Power is not for the weak. The Darkness shall rise”. I lose my focus and return to today, the holidays of the Jedi Order, in the meditation room, dimly lit as before.
The Jedi Civil War. Fascinating, before the beginning of the Sith Order. Peace could have been achieved, but instead Balance won the fight. The Dark Jedi, the most powerful of the Dark Side users, became the Sith, driven by anger, suffering, vengeance and power.