(Jayden's PoV)
My mom and my master returned from shopping in the evening.
My master, who had just bland-coloured clothes, now has some of the most fashionable ones. If we have to infiltrate a high-end party, they would come in handy. Otherwise, I doubt if my master would even wear those anytime soon.
They wouldn't leave the packing they came in. I am sure about that.
If she had any interest in fashion, my master would have brought them a long time ago. She had many opportunities, unlike the Jedi who would be at the temple on Coruscant, where one would be under complete surveillance of the council.
I wanted to tease my master about the colourful clothes that she would probably never wear, but I held my tongue. No one would think a boy of ten years old could speak words like that. Once they might ignore, but I am sure that I might slip up a few times in the future. So, controlling myself from saying the wrong words is a good measure for me.
So, we just made small talk during dinner and went to our rooms for the night.
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Early next morning, it was time for our departure.
"Jay, don't forget to call every once in a while", my mother sobbed in grief.
Even my father doesn't have his usual jovial face. I am their only son. I don't know whether they tried to have another child or not. It has been six years, and my future should have been evident to them.
If I were not some reincarnated person who knows the future of what happens to the Jedi Order, I too would fall in the future. Even knowing about that is not a guarantee that I can survive.
Even without all that, a Jedi means no children or family.
I may need to broach this subject a few years later. Too early, it could raise suspicions; too late, the chances of having a sibling would be gone.
Even though things might change in ten years, they would not get the chance to see their child grow up. They deserve to watch their child grow up.
"Don't worry, Mom, I will call every now and then, I promise", I said.
She smiled, hearing my words. Though saddened that she won't see her son grow up, she was happy that I would be someone important in the future.
This was one of the reasons why many were happy with the Jedi Order's fall. They all thought that the Jedi would come for their children if they showed any Force abilities. The people at the time didn't know that what came next was even worse than what happened with the Jedi, but I can't blame them for celebrating the order's fall.
There was even a story where a civilian worker at the temple went to report after his son showed Force Abilities. The temple took his son and removed him from the job.
The man's wife left him because she believed that he gave her child away. In a way, he did. Even if he didn't, the Jedi would have found out about the boy sooner or later.
Jobless, familyless, what could someone like that think about the order?
What would such broken ones do if chance appears to hurt the temple?
They would take the chance to hurt the temple and the order, even killing innocents in the process.
Even the Jedi who are supposed to check their emotions would give in to anger, fear and every other negative emotion. What about someone who didn't understand how loyalty was paid in betrayal?
Most people act negatively. Even the chosen one did, after he lost his mother, and then when he had dreams about the death of his wife. He lost his shit so much so that he even Force Choked her and almost killed her on Mustafar.
Not everyone is like Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He never knew his family. He lost his master, who filled the role of his father, who died at the hands of Maul. His Padawan, Anakin, whom he treated as his young brother, betrayed him, became a Sith, and in the process caused the destruction of the only family he knew, the Jedi Order.
Obi-Wan lost a lot. Infact everything.
He lost his father, his brother, even the girl he loved and his entire family. Even then, he watched over Luke, staying for years on Tatooine, wasting his life for the galaxy, and in that time, when Maul returned, he treated him with respect in death.
The problem was that not everyone can be like Kenobi. He was like one in a million. Almost everyone would seek out revenge. Many among the Jedi did, and some were able to return to the light side again, but some stayed there.
Maybe in the future, I hope to prevent such tragedies from happening again, but for now, I said goodbye to my family as I boarded the shuttle.
A minute later, we were in the air. I don't know how to pilot. So, I went to my room.
It would take a few days before we reach Pantora. In that time, I would be able to complete the AI, ready to deploy before taking charge of our post.
For now, though, I need to meditate to calm myself. Emotions are...well, they can be a disturbance or potent stimulants depending on how one tends to make use of them.