Things that do irritate me typically have good reason for it.
In this case, it was a nearly mob-like behavior toward my Padawan from other Jedi.
I will grant that a handful were simply discussing Juyo form in general, and were not directing their conversation directly at him, and at least one of the people speaking tried to remind the others that they were addressing a Padawan in a very aggressive manner though, unfortunately, it didn’t seem many heard her.
The others, including Geviana (which was disappointing) directed specific statements at Ehlial, informing him that he had a Master ranging from irresponsible to stupid to downright awful, that he was going to (not that there was a risk, that it was an almost guaranteed fact) fall to the Dark side if he continued, and left him with the impression that his opinion on the matter did NOT matter because he is only a Padawan.
They may not have said that directly, but the few times he tried to defend himself or suggest that his Master wouldn’t allow the training if he felt there was an unreasonable risk, he was shouted down.
I don’t mind what was said in regards to me; I am an adult and a Jedi Master, and they’re entitled to form whatever opinions they have of me based on either fact or facts they just made up.
I do mind when supposed Jedi Knights and Masters nearly gang up on a Padawan who did nothing but try to join in in an ongoing discussion about various lightsaber forms.
That behavior is unacceptable from anyone, but especially so from Jedi.
They lash out based on fear of a lightsaber form that requires more control and ability to detach from allowing emotions to have a personal affect than most people are capable of doing; that fear is, unfortunately, instilled as part of the warnings when it comes to learning lightsaber forms, and it tends to manifest itself in perceived ‘anger’ toward people who use it successfully.
A combination of fear of what would happen if they tried and jealousy and resentment that someone they don’t feel should be successful (in this case, a Padawan) at something they themselves weren’t strong enough to be successful with and—I spend the past two days between myself and Al’dien helping Ehlial rebuild his shaken confidence in himself and in other Jedi.
Geviana, at least, had the good sense to apologize for her behavior toward Ehlial once she managed to calm herself.
Perhaps it’s not irritation I’m experiencing so much as it is profound disappointment.
“Welcome back, Jedi, are they done properly indoctrinating you already?”
Ehlial stood there silently for a few stunned moments. Lord Crux had been in a mood ever since they had landed on Tython and he had remained aboard the ship. Even if the Council allowed him access to the temple grounds so long as he behaved, the stares and reproachful glances weren’t something he tolerated very well. Despite the long travel through hyperspace, he refused to join Ehlial down on the planet.
But this utterance was most unusual for the Sith. No matter how much Crux wanted to voice his disdain he usually kept it to himself or let it out in small cryptic murmurs when he thought the Miraluka wasn’t listening.
“I’m happy to see you, too, Lord Crux,” Ehlial replied simply and finished climbing the gangplank.
The Sith snorted, “So you have a sense of humor now? Did they implant that in you while you were down there or should I have the doctor check you for fever?”
“What has gotten into you lately? We’re still on Tython and that kind of talk is not going endear you to people around here.”
Does Azi’xoss have to have a stern talk with that bad tempered Sith man again? :|
Thirteen days, twenty-one hours, forty-five minutes, and thirty—-five seconds.
That was the amount of time that Azixoss had been this Sith Lord’s ‘prisoner’. On occasion, the large, angry red man stopped by to gloat or to make an attempt at raising Azixoss’ ire, and every time he found himself thwarted by the maddeningly calm Twi’lek.
Azixoss knew that Ehlial was not ‘falling’ in the way the Sith wanted him to believe. It was the Sith who was in control, the Sith forcing Ehlial’s actions and reactions, none of them belonged to or were given by his Padawan. He had, after all, been paying close attention. Ehlial was, for lack of a better word, a prisoner as well.
Speaking of prisons, the Jedi’s own cell wasn’t half bad—as Imperial holding cells go. Beat being stuck in a Flesh Raider cage, if nothing else. In fact, this cell was much larger than he would have required; more than enough room to stretch out (if he didn’t mind putting his feet up on the wall), and ample space to simply meditate, which is what Azixoss spent the majority of his time doing. Much of his time had been spent attempting to reach out to Ehlial, to reassure him that he had no been abandoned, and to encourage him to fight the Sith’s control.
After some time, it became obvious that either Ehlial was unable to sense him, or that he was simply unable to fight back.
Assuming that it was the latter, Azixoss caught the attention of his assigned guard.
"I think it’s about time you let me out of this cell. It’s simply not right to keep an old Twi’lek locked up; it won’t do any harm to let me out for some exercise. Darth Iniquitous won’t mind."
I find myself worrying about Ehlial more than I ought to; some of the people he associates with, while not inherently dangerous on the surface, could prove problematic if I am not careful to provide my padawan with continuing guidance.
That, of course, will require that I somehow manage to be granted authorization to leave Ilum on a more permanent basis.
No matter, I’ll meditate on that later.
Ehlial accompanied me on what was supposed to be a small, relatively routine, sort of outing. It, unfortunately, turned violent; a rather large, angry Wookiee took issue with us and attacked. I had hoped that the first time Ehlial had to see me in ‘combat’ would be under more controlled circumstances and not in actual combat, but we can’t always get what we want, can we?
He told me that he was impressed with how calm and collected I was and, though that is quite a compliment, I reminded him to make certain that he didn’t allow it to become a focal point, especially since he specializes more in lightsaber combat. One rarely appears calm when using a pair of lightsabers, even if one is inwardly calm. It’s rare that I have to move much in combat. To those not used to seeing a Jedi rely primarily on the Force over a lightsaber, it does appear as though I’m hardly moving; it’s not nearly the first time someone has commented that they find me a calming, serene presence on the field.
My hope is that, with continued training, Ehlial will become skilled to the point that he will have the same effect on those around him, even if he does have a pair of lightsabers out.
That aside, the Rakghoul epidemic appears to be spreading; I keep vaccinations on hand but, as I cannot simply abandon my work on Ilum, I feel that I am not being as useful as would otherwise be possible.