The concept of peace seems to be one shared by every culture I've ever encountered throughout my travels. Every culture speaks of it differently, but everyone wants to share it, even though some consider that peace should be attained through non-violence, and others attest to a different notion, one of control. There is the idea that if a party is controlled, that if people may not be allowed to think, that there is the attainment of peace. I cannot disagree in terms of strict definition, but in terms of being at peace with oneself, I cannot say that this method, this way of thinking is necessarily good for everyone involved with a culture, and at the end of the day, everyone is.

There is culture everywhere we look. The Jedi have a culture, a strong and perhaps a bit of a distant one; one that is not evident in how we behave towards others, maybe, but much more apparent in how we behave when dealing with ourselves. I will always call my Master master, just as any Padawan I may have will also, always be my Padawan, even when they are a knight.

So why am I so concerned with how my knighthood with formulate? Don't I already know the future? Why doesn't my Master go on to train Anakin? What happens that is so grave, that is so offensible, that I take up that mantle? But the worse part of these questions is that knowing isn't possible for me. I know that one day I will have the answers but that day is not today and that feeling of not knowing it almost as bad as the feeling of abandonment, that rejection that my master gave me, that sensation that I have failed him in some way or another because he could not even be bothered to want to finish my training. One day he tells me that I am not ready for the trials, and the next he tells me that he wishes to take a different Padawan. How am I to react to that?

I think I'm cursed.

I know I'm cursed.

I do not know what this stands for. I'm not even sure what it's meant to mean.

I don't think I wish to know.

There's always that curiosity - that wonder - what drives a person to be where they are? Maybe it's a product of our own selfish desires; desires that the Order tries with great difficulty to make us forget. There is no council here, in this place, in this time, but my loyalties are tied so intricately with the council that I cannot for a moment consider disloyalty - despite discrepancies. I'm sorry if that matter offends anyone, but I do not regret it.

There is so much to see here, and the people who I have met have been without exception a new and incredible experience - yes, Crowley, even you.

On another note: I'm currently reading Memoirs of a Geisha with Leia, and I'm curious about this Earth custom, because it closely resembles some on Coruscant. Although I'm also pressed to ask - many Japanese people I have met here have eyes that are not black - is it truly that unusual? Or is the population here from a minority of the Japanese on Earth?

Virgin rain is a weather phenomena common to heat ridden areas, where rain falls but evaporates before it hits the ground. This phenomena can cause a great deal of stress if an area has been suffering from drought. It does nothing but cause frustration and desperation where there should be hope.

False accusations do much of the same thing. They're the virgin rain in a legal system - a lead that is pursued but only serves to waste time and cause frustration. Consider the following; someone inside a system who purposely seeks out to drop faulty information and clues only serves to waste time and cause problems.

This curse day seems rather peculiar. Is this a common thing on Earth, building life from other life? I do not like how it feels.

Private to the Luke Skywalker || unhackable

Knight Skywalker, I trust that you're well. Perhaps it's been too long a tenday for me to ask that question properly, but I would like to be reassured that you are taking everything that has happened without problem.

One would imagine, upon death by the hand of one's own student (at least in a fashion, that much is up for debate) that one would be able to sit down and relax, at the very least.

Even in my death I can't seem to get a moment's peace.

Luke. I am in the main cargo hold, and there seems to be an animal demanding my attention.

It's an odd matter, when one comes to consider it; how people come and go. Some do it voluntarily and some are taken forcibly. I have to imagine that there's a reason, or a rhyme to it. Forcing the matter doesn't seem to expedite anything, but only to complicate what might otherwise be a rather placid (if not a touch nerve-wracking, at times) existence.

As for displays of temper due to this; does it serve any purpose at all?

It strikes me as a bit of an odd thing, however, any real display of temper.

That said: thank you for the sandwiches, Tosh, they were very good. Hiro, if you did not like Knight Skywalker's waffles, I insist on apologizing. We're still not very good with cooking, not after jello nearly ate the galley.

[ooc: He's teasing about the waffles]

---Master! Get me the coordinates---

.....oh.

It seems I'm back.

[ooc: A little updated. Things will be fuzzy for a bit.]

I know you're out there, Bruck Chun, and once I find out where you won't think this is very funny! Master Jinn is coming today and you are not going to be his Padawan just because you found a way to sneak me out of the Temple at dawn!

And I am not going to Tatooine!

....I really hope Master Yoda doesn't hear this.

For the record:

I am not a mouse.

However Anakin is, and I know it's bad to laugh, but I laughed.

( [Private || Unhackable] )

Harry, I extend my apologies for my behavior at your school. Quite obviously I was cursed, and none of those things would have happened otherwise.

In Coruscant, there is a diner in one of the levels closer to the top of the plant. The entire planet, in case you aren't familiar, has been covered in buildings, and all those buildings constructed on levels, so only the upper ones get access to natural light.

In any case, this diner serves very good food, and considering that Earth food confuses me quite a bit, I was hoping someone could suggest a diner to me here. Because Jello looks a bit like a life form that my Master would have taken care of. It moves on it's own; I try not to eat things that do that.

[ooc: The pain can be felt by fellow Jedi! Icon is something happier than that, too]