Question 2: Jedi Master Yoda is thought to have said “Difficult to see; always in motion is the future.”. What do you believe he meant?
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That is an interesting question. What did he mean by the future always being in motion? Obviously he was not talking about linear motion. He was tal...
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Question 2: Jedi Master Yoda is thought to have said “Difficult to see; always in motion is the future.”. What do you believe he meant?
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That is an interesting question. What did he mean by the future always being in motion? Obviously he was not talking about linear motion. He was talking about a fixed point in time and whether that point would remain constant or was subject to change depending on the actions of sentients. The concept is a complex one. It is a philosophical dilemma argued about for a millennia.
Yoda was delusional and weak. He subscribed to the Jedi’s fear based teachings about the Light side and Dark side. That is a bunch of poodoo. A hokey religion looking for an external reason for the selfish desires they so desperately wanted to hide. However, though his overall philosophy was flawed, he was correct in his statement about the future.
The future IS always in motion because it does not yet exist. Nothing is predetermined. The Force can only show what a possible future is. Sometimes the future shown actually happens, sometimes it doesn’t. But who’s to say the vision itself didn’t create the foretold future?
Sometimes the actions taken to avoid the premonition is the very thing that brings it to be. What would have happened if the Jedi or Sith hadn’t tried to change what they saw? Would it have happened anyway? If so, is it possible to affect the future at all? Many philosophers have contemplated this very issue.
If the future is set, why does it matter what we do? I think the craven denizens of the galaxy believe this. They lack the courage to admit they have the power to affect change in their own and others’ lives; because, if they did, they would have to accept responsibility for their own destiny and their own failures. The truly great heroes accept their failures and successes. They take ownership of their decisions for better or worse. The important thing is, they know that what they do matters. They effect change with even the smallest action or even inaction, and they are brave enough to accept their part in the outcome.
Yoda was right about the future being in motion and that our actions could change the outcome. However, he still tried to hide from the responsibility of his decisions. Placing blame on the Force for your own darkness or valor is lazy and dishonest. There is no Dark or Light side. There is only the Force. The Dark Side is a manifestation of your own inner darkness. We all have it. The inner darkness. The part of you that wants. The part that will do whatever it takes to win no matter who it hurts. It is not some evil entity or force acting upon you. It’s a natural part of who you are. Accept it. Embrace it. But don’t ignore the part of you that dissents.
The part that the Jedi and Sith call the “Light Side” is also a part of you. The part that knows we have a responsibility to our neighbors and fellow sentients. Let it temper your actions. Don’t follow the Light Side out of some misguided guilt or religious nonsense. Just remember that your actions have consequences for more than just yourself. Ask yourself how you would like to be treated.
Now, when it comes to the future, Just do your best. There is no way to predict the outcome. There are too many variables. Those that strive to control the future are doomed to destroy it. All we can do is make the best decision we can in the moment and work towards a goal. It’s when we try NOT to do something that we will always fail.
Clan Vizsla Ship Moonfall
Above planet Korus
Zsoldos Space
A pair of hurried footfalls echoed through the pathway to the bridge of the Providence Class Battleship, Moonfall. Hector Von Ricmore strode onto the bridge, ignoring the clamoring of the messenger Raistlin sent behind him.
“Sir I must i...
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Clan Vizsla Ship Moonfall
Above planet Korus
Zsoldos Space
A pair of hurried footfalls echoed through the pathway to the bridge of the Providence Class Battleship, Moonfall. Hector Von Ricmore strode onto the bridge, ignoring the clamoring of the messenger Raistlin sent behind him.
“Sir I must insist you avoid using any ship larger than a transport!” The messenger proclaimed. “Aedile Raistlin specifically instructed that no ships larger than a transport are to be used to preserve the integrity of the oasis!”
Hector scoffed. “It is clear that Raistlin is a fool with no knowledge of tactics. We will first attempt to use the Vizsla fleet to intimidate the Ga’lum into surrendering the Oasis. If that fails we will begin an orbital bombardment utilizing only the Ion Cannons that the Vizsla fleet possesses. If the Ga’lum still refuse peace talks we will then begin a ground invasion. Conquering the Oasis will be made far more plausible if the enemy is deprived of their ranged weaponry.”
The messenger frowned. “You’ll have to take it up with Raistlin then. I’ll relay your intentions but I will not cover for your actions.” The man left the bridge to meet with Raistlin.
“Comms officer, please send a transmission request to the Ga’lum chieftain of the Oasis.” Hector requested.
“Right away sir.”
The holotable sputtered to life. A holographic image of a wizened older man emerged; With black hair covered with streaks of grey and garbed in a variety of comfortable wraps and a turban atop his head.
“I have received your request, outsider.” The elder stated. “I would inquire as to the reason for your call and why you have stationed a fleet around our planet.”
Hector bowed respectfully. “Wise elder, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. I have contacted you on behalf of Clan Vizsla. We are a clan which inhabits the nearby planet of Daemunn. We are seeking the rights to access the land in which you now reside, an area Vizsla has termed the Oasis.”
“It is called Al’Rasha and it is sacred to our people. We have allowed you outsiders to settle on Korus. We will not allow you to desecrate our holy land.” The Chieftain retorted.
“I am not asking the Ga’lum to leave Al’Rasha. I only ask for the Ga’lum to allow some of our people access to the area.”
“Outsiders are not permitted in Al’Rasha. If you try to take it from us we will stop you. Us and all the tribes. You will face a reckoning.”
“If you do not allow us access we will open fire from orbit.”
“You wouldn’t dare. You want Al’Rasha intact. These talks are over. You are not welcome in Al’Rasha.”
The transmission cut.
“So that is how it will be. Contact the Vizsla fleet. I want every ion cannon we have to fire on Korus. It may be costly but taking out power for the planet will allow us to convince the Ga’lum to allow us access to Al’Rasha without bloodshed.”
The Vizsla fleet gathered around Korus. Hundreds of blue ionized blasts slammed into the planet.
6 hours later
“Sir, all scans indicate that Korus has completely lost power.” A bridge officer reported.
“Excellent. Send probe droids to find the Chieftan. Let us see if he has reconsidered our offer.”
Dozens of probe droids were shot out of the fleet and descended to the planets surface. A few minutes later a droid located the Chieftain within a series of fortified tunnels.
“I stand corrected. You have shown both strength and restraint through your actions. We are open to negotiating the allowance of Clan Vizsla into Al’Rasha.” He stated.
In a small dimly lit room, Jamez Gabriel and Cara Dune found themselves in an unexpected situation. Due to a mix-up, they were lodged together with only one bed. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and both were acutely aware of the single bed that occupied the center of the space. Cara's hea...
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In a small dimly lit room, Jamez Gabriel and Cara Dune found themselves in an unexpected situation. Due to a mix-up, they were lodged together with only one bed. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and both were acutely aware of the single bed that occupied the center of the space. Cara's heart raced as she met Jamez's captivating gaze. His eyes, reddish with specks of yellow, held a magnetic quality that drew her in. Thoughts of what could be, of a love life with him, fluttered in her mind, but she swiftly pushed them aside. Love was a luxury she couldn't afford, not with the dangers and uncertainties that filled their lives. Jamez, his voice smooth and velvety, broke the silence. "I suppose we'll have to make do with the room as it is," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. Cara nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Seems that way. We'll have to find a way to coexist for the night." A nervous chuckle escaped Jamez's lips. "Indeed. I promise I won't hog the covers." Their conversation flowed effortlessly throughout the night, blending stories of battles fought and shared experiences. Hidden beneath their exchange were unspoken desires, longing for something deeper, something more than camaraderie. Cara felt herself drawn to Jamez's enigmatic presence, his strength and resilience mirroring her own. Her mind wandered to a life beyond the conflicts and struggles, where they could stand together, united. But she forcefully quelled those thoughts, shielding herself from the vulnerability and potential heartbreak that awaited. Jamez, too, felt an undeniable connection with Cara. Her unwavering determination and unwavering loyalty spoke to his own nature. In her eyes, he glimpsed a longing for connection, a flicker of vulnerability that tugged at his heart. Yet, he understood the complexities of their circumstances, the weight of their allegiances that stood as a barrier between them. As the night neared its end, Cara's inner turmoil intensified. The desire to embrace the unknown, to open her heart to love, battled against the walls she had erected. She knew the risks, the potential pain that could come from such vulnerability. With a heavy sigh, Cara summoned the strength to maintain her composure. "Well, I suppose we should get some rest. Tomorrow will bring its own set of challenges." Jamez nodded, a hint of disappointment shadowing his eyes. "You're right. We have a mission to complete." They bid each other goodnight, their steps heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. As they settled into their respective sides of the bed, Cara's mind drifted, envisioning a world where love could flourish. But for now, duty and the weight of their responsibilities held them back, locking their desires away. In the quiet darkness, they lay side by side, grappling with their own thoughts and emotions. The room held their secrets, whispering promises of what could be. The universe watched, holding its breath for the inevitable collision of their destinies. As the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange, the atmosphere shifted between Jamez Gabriel and Cara Dune. The night of connection and shared vulnerability seemed like a distant memory as their roles as adversaries once again took precedence. Cara's duty to the New Republic and Jamez's allegiance to the Sith Empire loomed over them, casting a shadow on their brief respite from the conflicts that consumed their lives. The weight of their opposing loyalties pressed down on their hearts, adding tension to the air that surrounded them. Jamez rose from the bed, his expression stoic and unreadable. The lines between them had been redrawn, and he was reminded of the chasm that separated them. As he strapped on his Scavenger Armor, he turned to face Cara, his eyes devoid of the warmth they had shared the night before. "It seems our time together was but a temporary reprieve," Jamez remarked, his voice tinged with regret. Cara, her resolve firm and unwavering, nodded. "Indeed. Our paths have diverged once again." They stood on opposite sides of the room, their silence heavy with unspoken truths. The connection they had forged threatened to unravel, a casualty of the divisions that defined their existence. Cara braced herself for the inevitable clash that awaited them, the clash of ideologies that would pit them against each other. Jamez broke the silence, his tone tinged with resignation. "We will face each other on the battlefield soon. Our fates have been sealed." Cara's jaw tightened, her gaze unwavering. "I won't hold back, Jamez. The New Republic's cause is just, and I will fight for what I believe in." A flicker of sadness crossed Jamez's eyes before he masked it with a mask of determination. "And I, too, will fight for what I believe in, even if it means we become enemies." With those final words, they embraced the reality that awaited them beyond the confines of the small room. The connection they had shared, however fleeting, had irrevocably altered their paths. The sun, now fully risen, cast its light upon them, illuminating the opposing forces that they represented. As they departed, their steps echoed with the weight of their choices. The world awaited their clash, their destinies intertwined in a dance of conflict and betrayal. Jamez Gabriel and Cara Dune, once briefly united, now stood as formidable foes, their shared moments in the room fading into memories, forever etched in the depths of their souls. And so, under the watchful gaze of the sun, their destinies entwined in an eternal struggle, they set forth to face each other on the battlefield, where loyalties would be tested, alliances shattered, and the echoes of their fleeting connection lingered like a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.