Diplomatic Journal #297
Republic Diplomatic Corps
It seems to drive the galaxy. Beings draw imaginary lines through space laying claim to territory and resources, warring over who takes the spoils. Governments clash with skirmishes in undeclared cold war across multiple worlds. Light and Dark collide and pull the Force out of balance. And even in my own being… In my own heart… The desires and attachments I fight against tug me from what I perceived to be my destiny – from what I have been taught and trained my entire life…
Within the Coruscant Vanguard, loyalty is tested and a band, which should be steeped in common purpose and singular vision, struggles against itself. Each time I find myself within the company of my compatriots, I watch them tear at each other… Weapons are drawn. Challenges are made. Dominance is claimed.
And now I watch one struggle within himself, and his own inner struggle could cost him his very life. I sense Darkness stalking him, willing his destruction. And his pain has become my own… My dogma is tested, and I perceive shades of gray where once existed only black and white.
Around the periphery of the Vanguard, a Darkness swirls. Dark visions cast a shadow over many among us. A common threat could unite. Or it could be the death knell that I fear.
For one whose highest call is to forge peace, it is the bane of destiny. And my certainty of purpose becomes shattered. And the knowledge of who I am becomes clouded. But as my Master taught me… It is in the struggle that we find value. The path we follow is always our own choosing. We should never allow our fears or the expectations of others to set the frontiers of our destiny. My destiny cannot be changed, but it can be challenged. Every being is born as many beings, and dies as a single one.
by Jace Drayson on Apr 23, 2012 at 02:56 PM}