Forum:Jolee and Revan Dialog

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This is the last dialog for today. My apologies. Still, I hope it can help. Karohalva 21:38, 20 February 2007 (UTC)

JOLEE
 * Sigh* I have no idea what you're talking about. Rabble rabble... what are you saying.

Stop bothering me with your questions! I can barely hear myself think.

Got something on your mind, do you?

Oh, I get it. Let's play with the old man's head, is it? He's half-senile, he'll forget I said anything! Wait uh, what was this about, anyway?

Are we back to *that* again?

Hmmm... what's the best way for me to approach this? Ah, perhaps it's time for a little story...

You just keep quiet there, you! I've had to put up with all your busy-body questions, haven't I? Well, now you'll listen to a story, dammit!


 * ahem* Now where was I? Oh yes, the story... you almost made me forget about it. Nice try, but I'm not that old just yet. Heh heh.

Now, then. A young man sees a terribly venemous snake in his small village. Nervous, he watches the snake carefully until it leaves.

The young man follows the snake into the forest. He clears the branches out of its path and helps it over obstacles. He even works to keep it fed.

Shush! Many nights pass and still the young man continues to follow the snake. He even follows it into the sands of the great desert.

In the desert, the snake eventually grows hungry. It turns and bites the young man, its poison quickly working its way into his system.

Finally curious, the snake looks at the boy as he lays dying and asks, "Why were you foolish enough to follow me all the way out into the desert?"

The boy looks back and replies, "Did I follow you? I thought I was leading you away from everyone else..." And then he died.

Well, now, that's what I wanted to see for myself.

I've told you before that you have a destiny before you. This does not mean, however, that your future is already written. They are not the same thing.

You have the choice of which direction you take your destiny in. More than engine-sucking Andor, certainly... but even he had a choice.

So far you've chosen to take the lighter path. Can you stay that course, even through the challenges ahead? We'll have to wait and see.

I'm not here to judge you or tell you which path to take. I'm here ready to offer you my help... should you ask for it.

I do that because I think it's important. More important than remaining in my home and pretending the galaxy doesn't exist. That's why I'm here.

That's very kind of you, but while elsewhere may be safer, elsewhere isn't where I think I should be. Besides... what's an old man to fear from death, eh?

Now, then... I've chatted enough for one lifetime. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?

Hmph. So you say, but it's my time to waste. Perhaps I can influence your decision, perhaps not... only time will tell, won't it?

Heh. I'm rather glad I came, too, really. You're a fine young lass. I hope... I hope things turn out well for you.

Heh. I'm rather glad I came, too, really. You're a fine young lad. I hope... I hope things turn out well for you.

So far you've chosen to take a darker path. You know the consequences of that... we'll see if you decide to stay your course.

The real question is whether or not I'm as frightened as I should be, isn't it?

Well, then... let's hope you're not the young man, either.

I've come a long way as it is, and I'm going to die anyway so that doesn't bother me in the least.

Oh, that was not until many years later, to tell the truth. I spent quite some time wandering the galaxy.

Nothing so extravagant. I merely traveled from place to place... I don't even think I knew what I was searching for.

It wasn't as if my travels were pleasant, either. There were plenty of folks who distrusted the Jedi after the war... or worse.

I was lost. I couldn't conceive of returning to the Jedi, so what would you propose I'd done?

I suppose so. Not everyone would understand why the Jedi would suddenly start killing themselves and tearing up half the galaxy, would they?

If people weren't treating me with suspicion, they were looking at me with greed. I don't know how many thought they could make use of me for their own ends.

I got so sick of the treachery and deceit I left the civilized parts of the galaxy and headed instead for the uncivilized parts.

Actually I was on my way somewhere else when I crash-landed on Kashyyyk. The ship I was using was a rust-bucket.

Sure, why not? It seemed like an interesting enough place to spend a couple of decades exploring.

They did at first, oh yes. I can't say I was overly pleased to encounter a group of indigenous giant carpets either, I can assure you of that.

And why would I have been interested in that? You can't spend five minutes in a Wookiee village without coming out smelling like wet fur.

No, no, let them rule themselves. They can screw up their history just like every other race before them. No, I helped them in other ways.

When I could. I would assist the few young ones who would get lost in the Shadowlands or attacked unexpectedly by the wildlife.

I must say... for a while there, the Wookiees actually thought I was some kind of benevolent forest god. Amusing, really. I set them straight eventually.

Not really. Kashyyyk is a place you can feel very small in. It felt good to devote my time to helping people and living simply.

What can I say? I did it all for the Wookiees.

The Wookiees. Well, okay, maybe I needed some time on a quiet and remote planet... but if you ever need a friend, an incredibly strong hairball isn't a bad call.

See? Now you know how I feel half the time.

At any rate, we should be moving along, don't you think? If you sat around this long in the Shadowlands, a tach would eat you.

I suppose I am, in a way, despite the smell. For a race of gardeners, they've developed quite interestingly.

You remember the alien computer, correct? Kashyyyk was meant to be an agricultural planet. The Wookiees were made for a reason.

Or, at least, that's what I'm thinking. But I'm an old man who's had a long time to develop that opinion, so don't argue with me.

Why, thank you. You're not so bad, yourself, all things considered.

Nonsense. I had no idea that's what they were thinking for a long time. I just thought they were being friendly neighbours, leaving fruit and such for me.

Later, when I started to understand some of their grunting, I realized they would say prayers to the 'hairless one' before descending into the forest.

Hmph. Hairless one. I used to have plenty of hair, I tell you. *Ahem* Well, at any rate, it took a few bruises, but I set the record straight.

I traveled to Rrookworro and met with the chieftain in front of everyone. Freyyr swatted at me just to see if I was real or not.

I was real, and while it was a light swat, Wookiees are terribly strong. I was knocked out cold for a day. The Wookiees all thought it was quite funny.

At first, when the slavers took to hunting down lone Wookiees in the fringes of the Shadowlands, I did my best to divert them.

Later, when Chuundar made his deal I didn't see any point. I wasn't here to save them from their own sad follies, after all.

Well that was after two decades of helping them. They certainly didn't trust me at first.

No, no. I was the intruder in their land, after all. They got to trust me well enough after a couple of decades of my aid.

Bah, what do you know? I'd done enough wandering by that point, thank you very much. I felt at peace in the Shadowlands.

Hmmm. That was a challenge at first. You've seen the kind of creatures that exist down there... and you missed the really big ones.

I was still able to rely on the Force to keep me safe for the most part. The rest of the trick is keeping out of the way of most of the predators.

No, that's true. Still... most of the creatures grew accustomed to me, and I to them. At least none of them ever heard of a Jedi.

Hmph. I'm no mechanic. And besides, after you plunge nose-first into the trunk of a five-kilometer high tree, chances are you don't have much ship left.

I'd taken some damage passing through an unexpected asteroid field, as I recall, but I wasn't completely without some systems. I could still guide her a bit when I crashed.

It wasn't what a would call the smoothest landing, especially considering I ended up smack in the depths of the Shadowlands. But I lived.

Why wouldn't they? I had refused my promotion to Jedi... I was a Padawan who had left the Order, nothing more.

I traveled from one civilized system to the next, never staying long. I don't even think I knew what I was searching for.

Not particularly.

Hmm. Such a charming and persuasive manner you have there. Forget it!

[Failure] *Sigh* I'm not interested in your demands. I'll tell my story when I'm damn good and ready... which isn't now, so shoo!

[Success] I suppose you're going to nag me until I cough it up, aren't you? Nothing is private anymore, it looks like.


 * sigh* There's no escaping it, I guess. So be it.

My wife's name was Nayama. She was the Ukatis enforcer who shot me out of the sky, if you remember.

No I'm not senile, dammit! Not yet, anyway. Hmmm... well at least I don't think so. At any rate, I'll tell the story the way I want to.

Bah. You got ears that work, don't you? I was a smuggler, way way back. I got shot down once over Ukatis. THAT story, yes.

My wife had plenty to do with the war. Upon meeting her, I knew right away that she was strong in the Force. That's why she was able to shoot me down.

Nayama was a marvel of a woman. Fiery, determined, smart... she dragged me to the capital and foiled three of my attempts to escape prison. Oh, and that body...

Well... yes, that. Needless to say I eventually won her over. That was after I kidnapped her upon being broken out of the Ukatis prison, mind you. But uh, that's another story entirely.

At any rate, I wanted to train her in the Jedi way. The Council refused my request, naturally. I was still a Padawan at the time.

Nayama was intrigued by the idea of becoming a Jedi. She liked the idea of power too much, perhaps, but I certainly didn't see that at the time.

I believed in her and trained her in secret. I ignored her willful nature... I loved her too much to see fault in her.

And she loved me, too. I know she did. At the time, our love was a shared bliss... better than anything I had known before or since.

Exar Kun is what happened. Nayama was inspired by Exar's promises of a new Golden Age. She wanted to join him.

She came to me, pleading with me to throw aside what she called the decrepit trappings of the Jedi... to join her in Exar's war.

I pleaded with her to reconsider, to think about all that she was throwing away... to think about what she would become.

She would have none of it. Finally, in frustration, she attacked me. She drew her lightsaber and attempted to strike me down.

It was a scene being repeated everywhere throughout the galaxy. Pupil against master. In my case... it was a long and terrible battle, but I defeated her.

No... no. I had her at my mercy, disarmed and defenseless. She looked up at me and she knew... she knew I couldn't do it.

Was I? Sometimes I convince myself that I couldn't have done otherwise... that I couldn't have seen that she had truly fallen to the dark side. But, yes, I was a fool.

And I let her go. To my shame, she went on to kill many Jedi during the war until she, herself, was slain in the final battle.

I grieved for her death, inevitable as it was, even as the Jedi Council put me on trial for my actions once the war was over.

I had trained Nayama against their wishes. I had failed to kill her when I had the chance, and she went on to kill others.

It was a travesty, of course. I told you that even the Jedi were capable of great injustices, didn't I?

But I deserved to be tried. They found me innocent.

Even though I... deserved every punishment and more... they let me go. Mitigating circumstances, they said. I deserved compassion, they said.

That... that was when the Jedi left me. That was when they failed me.

They may have been able to forgive me. I... could never forgive myself.

I...

Yes, I do, I suppose. Does that surprise you?

Ahhh... it is all so long ago. Lost in the winds, I suppose. Nobody cares what an old man believes anymore, do they?

Let's continue on with the task at hand. I would prefer to think of the present today.

For my pride? For my cowardice? Which do you think is the act more befitting a Jedi?

No. Maybe you don't, at that.

Of course I deserved to be punished. They found me innocent.

Not at all. They found me innocent.

Yes. I think she truly fell the moment she raised up her saber against me. I have played that instant in my head... so many times.

But I should have. Sometimes I convince myself otherwise... but it's no use. She had fallen to the dark side when she raised her saber against me.

No of course I didn't kill her. How could I? I pleaded with her to reconsider, to think about what she was doing.

I... hadn't thought so. Not right then. I was too proud to believe that of her. I had trained her myself... I loved her.

Easy to say so now. At the time I just thought I was right.

I did. I wasn't the first and I won't be the last. The problem with self-righteous folk is they think they're more right than everyone else.

Bad, bad men. Women, too, to be fair.

Who's playing games? Ask the next Sith you see if they're bad and they'll set you straight.


 * sigh* And just what gave you the impression that I know anything more about the Sith than you do?

Oh... that's right. Damn the ears of the young! I was expecting you to be your usual inattentive self when I mentioned that.

So it's true, yes, I fought plenty of Sith. That was during the time of Exar Kun... oh, fourty years ago now? Has it been that long?

A Sith believes he commands the Force... but it is the dark side who commands him. You know this, there is little else I could truly add.

Ah. Exar was a Jedi who was... corrupted... by ghosts of the old Sith. Or so they say. He attempted to conquer the Republic and create a new Golden Age of the Sith.

Better to say he was defeated... but essentially, yes. The victory did not come easily, however.

No, no, of course not. The Sith have come and gone for ages. They were not called Sith many thousands of years ago, perhaps, but the dark side was always present without a doubt.

Oh, sure, occasionally the light side comes close to vanquishing the dark, but the dark always returns.

The fact that Exar Kun was defeated didn't mean the Sith would never return, as they obviously have now. Everyone knows that.

That... is not a pleasant time to remember. After Exar Kun fell to the dark side, he attempted to recruit other Jedi to his cause.

What surprised us... what took us completely unprepared... was how utterly successful he was. Many Jedi joined him and became Sith, themselves.

Why they did I... I will never truly know. But they did. Battle broke out throughout the order... pupil against master, we fought ourselves...

I've often held the opinion that history has one basic flaw: it is seldom heeded.

So go on and greet the world with your spite. Let's see where it takes you. You certainly don't need to hear any more from me.

Easy now to call them traitors. Tell me... how do you fight against someone that you love?

Bah. I dislike such memories. It leaves a taste in the mouth that... it is a sadness I thought I had put aside long ago.

Ask me again about the war some other time. Just... not now. I would prefer to be by myself for now.

Yes. More than difficult... next to impossible. How do you fight against someone you love?

Oh, indeed. They make a fine sandwich, also. Heh heh heh. But don't tell the Jedi Council I said that.

Heh heh. Who said I left the Jedi?

Don't get so uppity, dammit! The point I was trying to make, if you decide to actually listen, is that I never left the order. The order left *me*.

Well, technically, I was only a Padawan... not that that makes a difference to most. But as for the order, itself... no, I never left it. It left *me*.

Something wrong with your ears? I thought folks only went deaf when they got to my age. I follow the Jedi Way and use the Force, don't I? That makes me a Jedi last time I checked.

But the order, itself, the Jedi Council and so forth... no, I'm not a part of that and haven't been for a long time. And good riddance, I say!

Hmph. A rogue, am I? You speak as if there must be something wrong with me, like not being part of the order makes me a criminal.

Oh, is it? Hmph. There are moments when I think you must be much older than you seem... but this isn't one of them.

You know what I hate? Well... you know, lots of things, really. But I'm old and easily annoyed. But that's beside the point. What I *really* hate are how most people view the Jedi.

Everyone thinks that Jedi are perfect, that they can do no wrong. They think the Jedi Council is completely incapable of injustice.

Quiet, you. I'm not talking about me. Talking about the Jedi as a whole. They are just as capable of imperfection and injustice as anyone else, as you can obviously see.

And I'm not even talking about how some of us fall to the dark side. No, that's plenty indication of our fallibility, but it's something else entirely.

No, I'm talking about how, more often than not, your average robe-wearing Jedi can try to do the right thing and still be completely *wrong*.

That's true, but it's not what I meant. I guess I'm not being clear, am I?

No, no. The Jedi always treated me well. It would be foolish and untrue to say otherwise. That's not what I meant, anyway.


 * sigh* I suppose I'm not being very clear, am I?

Come to think of it, I don't have to be clear. Someone my age is entitled to ramble, dammit! But for your sake I'll try to explain.

I'll tell you a little tale about a Jedi Master I once knew. Hortath, I think. Or was it Hartoth? I could never get it straight...

You're the one who was asking me about the Jedi, dammit! Now do you want the story or not?

Boring you, am I? Well you just keep your questions to yourself next time. No need for old men to go and make nuisances of themselves.


 * Sigh* You know the problem with the youth of today? They're young.

Where was I, then? Oh. Oh, yes... Master Hortath. He was a kindly old Jedi who meant well, but the most near-sighted thing in the Core, I swear.

He would walk into walls, knock over tables, mistake apprentices for rancor beasts... that sort of thing. And he was too proud to submit to proper treatment.

Some used to counsel him and urged "Use the Force, Master Hortath. Allow the Force to see for you." But he refused to believe that his eyes were failing.

He simply squinted more and more as the years went on, the other Jedi resignedly passing it off as the amusing quirk of a compassionate old man.

So one day a young Padawan meets Master Hortath in the courtyard and, not knowing of his blindness, asks him for directions to the Council.

Quite sure of himself, Hortath gave the lad directions... which happened to lead back outside and away from the enclave.

The Padawan is confused, naturally. He asks if Master Hortath is sure, and of course Master Hortath says that he is.

The Padawan suggests that perhaps he should ask someone else... but the proud Hortath now feels insulted. He tells the Padawan to take the route he prescribed and no other.

Rather dejectedly, the Padawan did as he was told... and so ended up leaving the Jedi Order forever.

It was decided that the boy's fate was to leave the Order anyway... though whether that was out of respect for Hortath or because the boy went on to something else, well, we'll never know.

So I did. Master Hortath was a proud man.

Considering that it's about blindness, I think that's an appropriate response. You're the one who asked why the Jedi left me, remember?

The tale is about blindness and I thought the point was clear. At any rate, you think about it. You're the one who asked why the Jedi left me, remember?

Now let's get going. My feet are itching for a good run.

No, no. Both of them were from before my time. Well before the Sith Wars, even.

Not much. I never knew the Padawan nor met Master Hortath, himself. He was before my time.

I'm not finished yet! Now shush.

Damn right I disagree. The Jedi are just as capable of injustice as anyone else. They may *try* harder, sure, but sometimes they get it wrong.

Hmph. I guess you aren't as stupid as you sometimes act. No doubt you've been on the receiving end of Jedi justice at least once, eh?

I don't want to talk about that.

Yes you do. You may mean well enough, but my private affairs are just that: private.

Let me tell you something. Once you've lived as many years as I have, you'll have yourself a long, long list of memories.

If you're lucky, most of them will be good. If you're not, some will be bad. If you're really unlucky, some will be so bad you never want to be reminded of them again... ever.

You'll go far away, to a place that doesn't hold any memories at all. And there you'll be happy just to forget and be forgotten.

There are worse things to call yourself, for better reasons. If you don't think it's even possible that you might be flinging those words at yourself one day, you're younger than I thought.

Let me ask you this: have you ever been in love? Truly in love, I mean, and not simple infatuation.

Exactly. You're still at the beginning of your life. There will be men in your life... perhaps many men... but if you're fortunate you'll find love once.

The Jedi, with their damnable sense of over-caution, would tell you love is something to avoid. Thankfully, anyone who's even partially alive knows that's not true.

And why not? All this nonsense about avoiding love is so much foo-foo. I shouldn't be the only one who realizes that.

Love doesn't lead to the dark side. Passion can lead to rage and fear, and can be controlled... but passion is not the same thing as love.

Controlling your passions while being in love... that's what they should teach you to beware. But love, itself, will save you... not condemn you.

Ahhhh, but listen to me go on as if I had all the answers. What do I know of love anymore? I'm just a lonely old man who's not even a Jedi.

You do, do you? I wouldn't listen too closely... I'm no authority on anything. I just think that the greatest things in life shouldn't be avoided because they come with a few complications.

Don't I? Hmph. Maybe you're right. It seems whatever I have to say is falling on deaf ears, anyhow.

So go on, go on, run amok and kiss the bantha for all I care. I won't comment on it.

Hmph. Maybe. Do you want to avoid the greatest things in life simply because they come with some complications?

Love causes pain, certainly. Inevitably love is going to lead to as much sorrow and regret as it does joy. I suppose there are perfect, eternal loves out there... but I haven't seen any.

How you deal with the bad part of love is what determines your character, what determines the dark side's hold over you.

I haven't changed my mind. I'm still not going to talk about it. You go and find your own love if you want to know so badly.

I'll tell you one thing: sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you and the one you love simply aren't meant to be together.

The trick is to know when that is, to know when it's time to fight and when it's time to part ways.

Hmph... there I go waxing philosophical again. Somebody blast me already! Let's get going before I start talking in riddles, dammit!

Bah. A life without risk is boring. Is that how you want to live? You want love, you've got to fight for it.

I suppose it could. It would take a strong person to make that kind of commitment, I think. Someone with a great sense of self.

Exactly. You're still at the beginning of your life. There will be women in your life... perhaps many women... but if you're fortunate you'll find love once.

Heh. Partly, maybe. I doubt I could ever explain it to you fully, even if I wanted to.

You say that now, but I'm talking to you from across the breadth of many years experience. That is a gap I simply can't cross for you.

Now that's a unique method of getting someone to talk. Thunder about like a bantha in a circuit shop. Does that work for you often?

Maybe, but I doubt it. I'm made stubborn that way.

Did I say that? Strange the tricks memory plays on you when you get older.

Didn't I say that my past was my affair? You don't see me poking and prodding you with questions, do you?

Hmph. I might be. But a mouthy young thing like yourself shouldn't get to call me an old coot, dammit.

And besides... you don't really want to hear about me. We're talking ancient history, probably before you were born. History bores kids. Proven fact.

So you're not. Fine, have it your way. Just don't say I didn't warn you.

Yes, yes, I was an adventurer. Happy now? I wasn't even done with my Jedi training back then. I had a full head of hair and an eagerness to see absolutely everything.

Sound familiar? The Council was never very happy with willful, brash Jolee Bindo, you see. Even less so when I began my smuggling career.

At the time the Ukatis system was interdicted by its own King. He preferred to keep his people starving and poor, all the better to oppress them.

The Senate was trying to negotiate a peace, but they were getting nowhere as usual. I decided I wasn't going to wait.

I found myself a ship and a partner and we began smuggling food and supplies to the Ukatis citizenry through the blockade.

Why not? There were millions of people crying out for aid. What else was I supposed to do?

Don't be stupid. Are you doing nothing? If nothing's not good enough for you there's no reason it should have been good enough for me back then, either.

Well... we didn't *buy* all the equipment, per se. Some were happy to donate goods. Some we just, ah, knew had more than they could use...

'Stole' is such a harsh word. They would have donated those goods readily enough if they were compassionate. I considered it a tax on the greedy.

We only got caught once. A lone Ukatish frigate shot us down and forced a crash landing. I thought the Force had abandoned me, as I remember.

Hmph. As I recall, I'm not the only person in this conversation who's been shot down out of the sky recently.

Oh, so you're going to speak for the Force now, are you? I deserved to crash, is that it?

Well, as it happens, getting shot down turned out to be very fortunate. That day was the day I...

Well, that... that was the day I met my wife.

No. No, that was a good memory. There are just... much worse ones that followed.

I... If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to stop talking now. My mouth is starting to draw flies.

You know another way to get a wife? But, yes... that's when I met her.

It's alright. When you're digging through the trash, you shouldn't be surprised when you encounter something unpleasant.

Oh, it was. I was a half-decent pilot in those days... and with the Force guiding me, we made it through some tough spots nobody else would have.

Pilot, smuggler... several other things, too. Or did you suppose I was always a crotchety hermit?

You're very sure of that, are you? My, my, you must be very learned and experienced to know so many things. At any rate, I was still a Padawan at the time.

Don't look at me like that, dammit! I wasn't always the wrinkled coot I am now, you know. I can still fight, too, so wipe off that smirk I see there.

Oh fine, fine, have it your way. Just don't cry about it later.

I'm not here to satisfy your curiosity! No staring at the old man, that's what the sign says, dammit!

Well that's a relief. Maybe an old man can finally get some peace around here. Now, run along and do whatever you were doing, already.

No, I never did, did I?

My, my, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the starship this morning, I see. Is that a chip on your shoulder or are you a bit surly today?

Elusive? Me, elusive? Heh. Obviously you've never tried to grab a Twi'lek dancing girl after drinking too much Ondaran willek juice.

Of course you do. I know things, remember? You think you could make it around this part of the galaxy without me? Don't answer that.

At any rate, I already told you why I wanted to leave. I'd seen everything I wanted to on Kashyyyk. Time to go, time to move on.

You live in an overgrown stump with the tachs beating down your door and you tell me how happy you would be. I was pleased just to have visitors.

The hermit says he's tired of living alone in the giant forest and you find that hard to believe? How cynical are you?

To bed. I'm old and tired, you know.

How many kilometer-high trees can you find an interest in before you figure you've had enough? I'd bet you can't be bothered to stay in one room for more than fifteen minutes.

And then there's all the critters in the Shadowlands... I'm just happy to be back in space, doing something new. Is that too much to ask?

There, now, was that so hard? An old man has to be allowed some petty eccenticities. Nice to see you agree, for once.

You got a smart mouth on you there, you know that? If ullers could talk, they'd sound like that.

So I could. Not having a ship does tend to put a damper on that kind of idea, however.

I'll admit... for all its flaws, Kashyyyk was home enough. But when you came along and I saw the destiny you had before you, I couldn't help but be intrigued.

Have I offered a single opinion? No, I haven't, though you could do far worse than hear a couple of mine. Your destiny, after all, is rather unclear.

Interest? Well, I certainly don't have a vested interest... call it more idle curiosity. Your destiny is... rather unclear.

Of course not. Weren't you listening last time? I can see that you have a destiny before you... but the details are far from clear.

In fact, everything about you that I can see is odd. Slightly off, as if my eyes are trying to trick me. Something... something is very dark about you...... but bah! I'm sure you don't need to hear my ruminations. You've probably got enough nosy Jedi offering you one opinion after another to make you sick.

I'll remind you that *you're* the one who started pumping me for information. Like an old man doesn't have anything better to do. Hmph.

Well I for one am quite content to let you make your own mistakes. Just because I want to see where this ends up doesn't mean I need to tell you how to get there.

Your future will come of its own accord, trust me. Sometimes navel-gazing at it doesn't get you anywhere.

I wouldn't worry about it too much, if I were you. You remind me a bit of Nomi, heh heh, and that can't be all bad.

Nomi Sunrider. She came late to the Force, just as you have, and became one of the greatest Jedi ever. Oh, fine, fine lass.

Whether you'll follow the same path remains to be seen. For one thing, we'll never get anywhere if you stand around chatting up old men all day...

Good, since I didn't offer to be one. You think anyone would want to mentor you with that kind of attitude? Not me, I'm past that.

One thing I will say is that this little escapade does remind me a bit of my adventuring days before the war. Ahh, those were exciting times.

Or at least it would remind me of those times if we didn't stand around. What's keeping you? You're too young to be so talkative. Shoo! Shoo!

Nonsense. Have I ever refused to help you when you asked? How confused can one person be, anyway?

Oh, stop being such a baby. Are you always so quick to turn aside an ally? Got too many of them, do you?

You got yourself a fast little ship. Heh. I'd forgotten what engines sounded like. The closest thing to that on Kashyyyk is an uller in mating season. Ugh! Frightful.

Or it could be for the free food. What's the gunk that comes out of the synthesizer on this bucket, anyway? Do you never clean the darned thing?

Wow, you're not much for interrogation, are you? Is this as hard as you try? Remind me to sign up for your next torture session.

How impatient can one person be? You must have driven your mother mad. All that gurgling and fussing... heh, babies are cute, but annoying.

I'm old, damn it! I'm allowed to be enigmatic when I want to be, and don't you go telling me otherwise.

You know, you remind me of someone else I knew ages ago. Pleasant enough fellow, great destiny... all of that. Breath like a bantha.

So I am. Tell you what... when you get to be my age, you can go ahead and answer any question you like, too. You have my permission.

No, but it could be. An Anduvian salt tablet would clear that right up, you know.

Oh ho ho, very funny. Is it my fault that some people are so easily annoyed? They're like impatient little children. With blasters.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Andor Vex, was his name. The Force swirled around him like a hurricane, that's how great his destiny was.

I did. Just because someone has the Force swirling about them doesn't always mean they have a great destiny, but it doesn't hurt to check it out.

Well, it's not so much a hurricane as a slight breeze. But that doesn't mean anything: destiny is sometimes in the eye of the beholder.

No, you wouldn't have. Sometimes swirling Force is just swirling Force. It gets us old Jedis excited at our age so we go "ooo, destiny!

"Well, it turned out that poor Andor believed a wee bit too much in the infallibility of that destiny. That overconfidence turned out to be his downfall.

I am not! I've no need to make things up, with my poor memory and all. You just sit still and let me finish, damn it.

Does it have to have a point? I thought we were just talking about Andor. Is something wrong with your attention span?

I don't know. Are you overconfident? I hadn't noticed. Even if I had, I would never comment on it. We're talking about Andor, remember?

Let's see... oh, yes. Andor's downfall. I was pretty young, myself, when it happened. At the time, I thought that Andor's destiny couldn't be more boring.

Well, he had a much better food dispenser than you do. That and the fact that even then I wasn't an altogether impatient *twit*.

You know, if you keep interrupting, it will take even longer. Have you no patience at all? How did you get as old as you are anyway?

Well, let's just say that I was a strapping young lad with a full head of hair and Coruscant was a small town with a well, heh heh.

I was just about to abandon Andor to whatever the Force intended for him when his ship was overtaken by a Dimean warship.

Now, you've probably never heard of the Dimeans, but at the time they were a nasty lot led by a nastier overlord named Kraat. Tall fellow. Big teeth.

Kraat has us hauled onto the bridge of his ship for questioning, and that's when I knew that Andor's destiny was at hand.

Well, Andor decides that his destiny makes him invulnerable and starts making all sorts of demands. Free me now, I'm not answering questions, blah blah blah. Don't you know who I am?

Kraat decides he's had enough and begins crushing Andor's neck. I told the boy he should have kept his mouth shut. I think he agreed, too... or those could have just been gurgling noises. Well... well, anyway.

Finally, Kraat has enough of Andor and tosses him aside into this giant energy intake shaft. Andor gets sucked in and starts bouncing around, heh, screaming... heh.

Maybe Andor hit something sensitive on the way down or just didn't agree with the reactor core, next thing I know all the ship's alarms are ringing.

Everyone panics and I run, barely making it to the ship in time before the explosion. Kraat dies horribly, and the Dimeans never quite recovered.

Changed the political course of the entire sector for centuries to come. I'd call that quite a destiny, wouldn't you?

Well, hey, the chances may not be great, but when one has the opportunity to see something like that twice in a lifetime...

Anyway, go on. My throat is dry and you're making me cranky. Shoo!

What?! Are you kidding?! What are the odds of that happening, anyway? A billion to one?

You should do so well as to be sucked into the engine of some evil Sith Lord, you know. Andor was a hero... sort of.

Well, now, that's the ingratitude of youth for you. I relate an exciting tale and do I get thanked for it? No, no, it's all 'me me me!' Hmph.

Swirling Force, remember? Jedi here? Granted, I was just interpreting the signs, but we get trained in that sort of thing. More or less.

Of course he did! Haven't you been listening? It was not in the way you'd probably expect, though.

Innocent, mm? I don't know what to make of it, to tell the truth. Do you think justice has been done?

But that has little to do with the law, does it? A sad state of affairs, that. Too bad, really... Sunry was a good man, once.

I see. I am not so sure. If he did kill that woman, Sunry's going to have to live with that on his conscience.

And if he's justified her death in his mind... well... Sunry was a good man, once. I only hope that is still the case. I enjoyed his company.

You defended him well enough. I wish we had had time to look into matters more fully, but wishing is only useful for the young and idealistic.

What's done is done. The Republic will likely appeal the matter eventually and he'll be free. I just... I just would like to know if that's best.

Sunry was a good man once. And a good friend. I'll miss him.

You did what was necessary. Sunry was guilty, as sad as that fact makes me, justice had to be done.

Doesn't matter that his victim was a Sith or that he was once a hero. I only wish that my old friend hadn't done it.

But that's the thing about wishes. They don't come true. And now Sunry's dead, which is a shame. He *was* a good man, you know... once.

Bah. I don't want to talk about this anymore. My jaw aches.

So you do. I once had a holodisc that showed Mandalore doing the three-step jiggy with a rancor beast. Marvelous technology we have.

It may have been. I believe you should, at least, keep that possibility in mind.

If somebody was going to go through all the trouble of making a false tape to indict Sunry you think it would have 'turned up' before now.

Maybe it would be a good idea to show the tape to Sunry. Perhaps he has an explanation. Or perhaps he doesn't.

It would be sad if this proved that Sunry did actually perform this crime, but... the truth is the truth. Whether I like it or not.

What? You think because I'm a hermit I've always been a hermit? Just because I haven't seen Sunry for twenty years doesn't mean he's not a friend.

A man could have changed a lot in that span of time, though. But to become a murderer? Oh, mm mm mm. I can't see it. That's not the Sunry I knew.

He was a good man. Put me up in his home for a year back after I left the order. War hero, too, or so I hear.

I wouldn't mind helping the fellow, if we can. I owe it to him. Or you can be a young monkey-lizard and ignore me, I guess... well, I don't expect much these days.

Hmph. I suppose I could whip up something, uh... you know... few herbs and such. You do know that the best alternative is not to get hurt, right?

Not to say that you go leaping into the path of blaster fire or anything, but I know how you young people get. Here, take it.

How many could you possibly need? And besides, I don't have enough supplies on me to put some more together.

Ask me later when you're actually in need and I'm less tired. I'm not a kit factory, you know.

No more than you. Get going.

It's a ship. To be more specific, it's *your* ship. You tell me.

Hmph. Hard to say what this planet is. Been lost for thousands of years, if not more. *Sniff* Smells like bad, bad karma so watch your step.

Manaan's an unusual place. Not for its water, mind you... it's the kolto. Healing juice. Only place where it occurs in the galaxy.

Pfah. Korriban's a rock. Mind the Sith.

Well, unless you're one of the local species and end up being slaughtered or enslaved, Tatooine's a nice enough desert.

Oh, I know plenty about Kashyyyk. You think someone doesn't live here for twenty years and pick up a thing or two?

Chances are that by the time I finished telling you about it all, you would have found out for yourself. So there's no reason for me to start blathering on.

It should be enough for me to tell you that there's kilometer after kilometer of trees on this planet. The deeper you go, the more dangerous it gets.

If you're smart, you stay on top with the Wookiees. Go deep, however, and you may find some things you weren't expecting.

And that's about all I got to say about that. Now let's get going.

Heh heh. Need my help, hey?

Good. I could use a rest.

There'll be time for chatter after we find whatever has caused this disturbance in the Force. It's dangerous, so keep on your toes.

REVAN Never mind.

So if you liked Kashyyyk so much, why did you want to leave?

Am I really all that interesting to you?

Forget I asked anything. I refuse to listen!

This is a very long story.

Am I supposed to be the snake?

And what's your judgment so far?

I'd prefer you were safe... elsewhere.

But I don't need you, really. You're wasting your time.

Thank you, Jolee. I'm glad you came.

Are you saying you're frightened of me?

I'm not a snake, I can assure you of that.

That's a long way to come just to risk dying.

Couldn't you just answer the question for once?

Oh, no, not another story!

I want a reason why I shouldn't just drop you off somewhere.

I find it hard to believe you left the Wookiees just for some adventure.

So when did you go to Kashyyyk?

Let me guess. Traveling from planet to planet, doing good deeds...

You were adventuring again, I take it?

I don't see why you were wandering in the first place.

With good reason, I imagine.

Worse? What could be worse?

So that's when you went to Kashyyyk?

So you crashed... and stayed?

And the Wookiees didn't mind your presence?

You could have ruled them, you know.

You helped them?

Wasn't it all a bit primitive for you?

I still think you're insane.

You spent two decades living like that?

And you didn't receive any news from the outside?

The Wookiees?

I regret asking you about this, now.

You sound quite fond of them.

Gardeners?

You are a very strange old man.

It sounds like you enjoyed being a god.

A few bruises?

Why didn't you stop the slavery of the Wookiees, then?

You seemed on fairly peaceful terms with them.

Did you fight them?

You're completely insane, you know that?

How did you survive in the Shadowlands?

It couldn't have been easy.

Why didn't you just fix your ship and keep going?

You survived a crash-landing on Kashyyyk?

The Jedi just let you go?

Do you want to talk about the war now?

You said you'd tell me later... so spit it out already.

[Persuade] Okay, here I am asking nicely.

Fine. Have it your way.

[Persuade] No time like the present?

Are you going senile? I didn't ask about your wife, old man.

Um... no, I don't remember.

What does your wife have to do with the war?

The war...?

And what did she think of all this?

So what happened?What did you do?

You killed her?

You were a fool.

They put you on trial?

I can't believe they tried you for that!

You should have been happy you got off.

And you still believe love is worth the risk?

No, you're wrong! You did deserve compassion!

I don't understand...

So you think you didn't deserve to be punished?

So that's the source of all this bitterness? They found you guilty?

But... she was a Sith then, right?

I don't think I could have, either.

So you killed her, of course.

So she had fallen to the dark side?

So you're saying you were an idiot.

You disobeyed the Jedi Council?

I'll ask you some other time, then.What do you know about the Sith?

I'm not in the mood to play games.

Spit it out, old man, or things get rough.

You're being elusive on purpose.

Do you know anything important about the Sith or not?

You did. You said you fought them.

So tell me what you know about the Sith.

Who is this Exar Kun?

And he was killed?

Are these the same Sith that we're fighting now?

What happened during the war with Exar Kun, then?

This isn't going to be more sad moaning, is it?

But you exterminated all the traitors, right?

That must have been difficult.

You must know more than that.

Why did you leave the Jedi?

Don't play games with me, old man.

Are you saying you're still a Jedi?

So are you a Jedi or not?

So you're just some rogue Jedi. Big deal.

Why good riddance?

But you said the Jedi left you?

That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.

What do you mean 'it left you'?

You? Perfect? That's a laugh.

Nobody can be right about everything.

So the Jedi wronged you in some way, I take it?

I don't get it. What do you mean?

No, I don't have time for any stupid stories.

Not. Can't be bothered.

Fine, fine, but make it quick.

Is this going to have a point?

Go on, I'll listen.

Go on.

But... you said that Master Hortath was nearly blind, not deaf.

That's a stupid story.

So what's the point?

So... you knew this Master Hortath? Or the Padawan?

So what does the Padawan leaving the Jedi have to do with the Jedi leaving you?

I don't understand...

Is this supposed to have a point?

And? I don't get it.

Let me guess: you disagree?

I certainly don't think that.

You did. You said you weren't a Jedi any longer.

You mentioned something about your wife before?

I don't mean to pry, but...

Run away? How pathetic and weak.

Well...

What's this? Love advice from an old Jedi?

That's what I've always thought.

Aren't you worried about the dark side at all?

No, I want to hear what you have to say.

You talk too much, old man. You don't know anything.

Sounds like love is something you should have avoided.

So what happened between you and your wife, then?

Maybe the Jedi just think you shouldn't take that risk.

You don't think love can work?

Is that why you went to Kashyyyk?

No, I want to hear what you have to say.

I would never do that.

Well, I do. Spit it out, already.

Sorry. Maybe we can talk about it later.

You mentioned something about your 'adventuring days'?

So you weren't an adventurer?

You're just not used to company. Stop being an old coot.

I'm not a 'kid'.

How did that happen?

I still can't believe you actually did that.

How about nothing?

Where did you get the credits for all the supplies?

So you stole it?

Well that was pretty stupid of you.

Maybe it should have.

What happened then?

That was the day you what?

Bad memory, I take it?

Your wife? You were married?

Oh, I'm sorry...

Was it very dangerous?

You were a pilot, too?

A Jedi would never be a smuggler!


 * You* were a smuggler?

You're right. I'd rather not be bored.

Yeah? Well old people love to talk about history. Proven fact.

But you've already said so much... I'm curious.

Fine. I won't you questions ever again.

You never did actually say why you decided to come with me...

Answer the question, old man.

Are you always going to be this elusive?

You know, I don't *have* to take you with me.

You looked plenty happy there, to me.

I don't believe you.

Move on to where?

No, really.

No, I guess not.

Damn right it is.

You could do that on your own.

Just keep your opinions on it to yourself.

What interest do you have in my future?

You know what my destiny is?

So you're coming along to *not* offer your opinions?

You got that right. I have enough Jedi watching me.

No, tell me more of what you see.

Nomi? Who's Nomi?

I don't need another mentor.

So... you're along as some kind of observer?

I don't bring you along for your amusement, you know.

Why did you decide to come with me?

So you wanted a ride on my ship?

Fine, forget it.

If you don't want to answer the question, old man, just say so.

No, seriously, tell me.

You're avoiding the question.

Is this a comment on my breath?

Did you annoy this person endlessly, too?

And you traveled with this man?

Is that what you see around me, too?

I never heard of him.

You're making all of this up!

Does this story have a point, old man?

Is there supposed to be some hidden meaning in this?

So why didn't you *leave*?

As boring as this story?

How young are we talking?

And? Go on.

You're kidding...

And what does that have to do with you coming with me?

But how can you even be sure Andor was responsible?!

I hate you, old man...

How did you know?

Andor killed Kraat, I take it?

So what do you think of Sunry's verdict?

No, not really.

Yes, of course.

I have a tape that shows Sunry killing Elassa.

Are you suggesting the tape was falsified?

Tell me about Sunry. How do you know him?

Can you make a healing kit for me?

Do you know anything about this place?

I want you to rejoin the party.

I want to switch you with another party member.