Ragnos Cathedral
Kar Alabrek

Inyri walked along the granite floors of the Great Promenade of Ragnos Cathedral, left to her own thoughts for the moment. News had spread of some pitched war ending, but when Inyri had gone to observe the services at Ragnos Memorial, the events that had unfolded had left the Corellian with a lot to think of. Evidently, the Clan had been involved in a conflict with another Clan on the world of Mygeeto, which Inyri only knew of vaguely from History classes, something about a final battle site during the Clone Wars.

For Inyri, it was a reminder that she had left everything she had known behind when she came to this place, and she was still something of an outsider. Unlike her peers, she did not wear robes or a uniform, but rather just a simple attire of brown boots, green fatigue-style pants, a white shirt and a black jacket over it. During the sermon, because that’s exactly what it felt like, there was a lot of mention of the “will of the Force”, something that meant nothing to Inyri. She didn’t believe in fate, and the “will of the Force” sounded a lot like fate, which in turn was just an excuse to her. Fate and the Force did not dictate anything, only someone’s actions did. But, surrounded by so many who seemed to not share her beliefs, Inyri kept her peace during the event at the Memorial and left for Ragnos Cathedral soon after.

There was much that the newly arrived Grey had to learn, she was willing to admit that much, and what little of the Force she had begun to learn was showing her a pathway in life that had not been previously seen to her. Combat was not unfamiliar to her at a theoretical level, she had some training from Corellian Security, and she had accepted that she was going to have to enter combat in order to take on injustice and defend those who could not defend themselves. But what Inyri was sure she would struggle with was the realization that these people, the Brotherhood, had some customs and ideas that she would continue to object to. And this recent conflict only proved to highlight this concern.

To Inyri, that it was acceptable to have what was a civil war, and that this was not the first nor the last, it was insanity. Sure, the war between the Empire and the Republic was over, but as history had always proven, there was always someone out there with the might and will to shake the galaxy to its core. And that these people were content with blowing each other up over what sounded to be some seriously petty gains, and that this was essentially sanctioned from top to bottom, Inyri was just not sure at all she would come to terms with that reality.
If this was the way of the Sith lingering to this day, it only served to highlight that she was right in her beliefs of their destiny to always fall, just as it was the Jedi who refused to lift a finger to actually effect change. What she was learning just had pages upon pages of history where the Sith consumed everything, themselves included, in their never ending pursuit of power, while the Jedi pursued power on their own terms, which usually meant they would never act unless it was their only option to avoid destruction.

Inyri’s father had once told her that the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result. And if that was true, then she had just submitted herself to the asylum run by the inmates. Everyone was expected to take part in these constant civil wars, sanctioned no less, and this was expected to somehow make things better. If there was something bigger out there, waiting to make itself known and to drop the galaxy to its knees, then this was only going to serve to see the Brotherhood washed away in the tides. Purges, internal strife, violent rivalries, it was all making Inyri seriously question if she had made the right decision in being accepted into the fold.

Drawn from her thoughts, Inyri looked around at the people milling about, and she could see the looks of defeat on some faces, while others were either unreadable or didn’t care. But she had the distinct feeling that everyone here would be entirely content to see yet another conflict with another Clan break out again, perhaps the same one from this last conflict. That would be perfect, to get revenge, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was just a vicious cycle that would repeat. Because as Inyri saw it, logically, it would lead to more revenge.

Inyri let out a sigh of frustration to herself, and started for the exit out of the Cathedral. If change would not come from within, it would come from the outside, and it would be forced upon the Brotherhood. And Inyri just quietly hoped that it would not cost too many lives before change happened.