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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Here's the context: you're running through the industrial pipeline system for your life. You've just escaped from prison, wrongly detained for a crime you didn't commit. But despite your protestations of innocence, nobody believes you. And the more time passes, the more evidence turns up that seems to miraculously implicate you, even though you know you didn't do it.
So escape is the only option. If you stay, you'll be found guilty, and you have no intention of going down for this. So you run. You run and you run, with Clone Troopers hot on your tail, determined to escape and find the real murderer who's framing you for this. It's clear now that's the only way you'll be able to clear your name.
But losing the Clone Troopers isn't easy. They're trained for this-- but then again, so are you. They've given you a rough chase out of the military prison so far, and though the pipeline is making it easier, you're still far from ditching them. Your heart thuds in your chest like it's going to explode, even though you're at the peak of physical fitness and could probably continue running for hours. It's the terror, though, not the exertion.
Finally, it seems like you've made some distance between yourself and the Troopers, and you run towards the light at the end of the pipeline. Only... it's not exactly an exit, you discover. It's an exit that looks out over the thousands of levels of Coruscant. You know you can jump several hundred storeys and land safely without injury through use of the Force, but thousands is pushing it. What do you do now? If you backtrack, the Troopers hot on your tail will surely find you.
Right on cue, that's when Anakin catches up with you, and the conversation in the memory plays out. Oh, your master. You want so badly to stop running. To go with him. To believe the things he's saying-- that you could turn yourself in and it would be okay. That he'd protect you, and he would prove your innocence. But you know it's not true. You trust Anakin, but you don't trust anyone else. Not any more. Someone in the Jedi Order is framing you. Someone is deliberately setting you up to take the fall.
"Anakin. You have to trust me now," you say to him, imploring him to understand. You trust him. Does he trust you? Does he really, truly trust that you're innocent?
You jump. He could easily have stopped you. ... But he doesn't.
He trusts you.]
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[ The thought of trust comes after, just as ground becomes space and the world turns into a blur of shapes. That man could've stopped them, forcibly. If he really wanted. And he didn't — he took a leap of faith. Jim steps away from the holoform, and murmurs something inaudible. Then, out loud, ]
He's not around anymore, is he?
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Sure, he's around.
It might be more accurate to say I'm the one who's not around.
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[Calibration!Ahsoka states it flatly, without any emotion attached to it. In this room, it is simply a fact.]
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Why? You were happy, here.
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[As she finishes her sentence, she points to the painting just next door to where they're already standing.]
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I have nothing to be ashamed of.
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[ He follows her. ]
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But if you want the long version: you stand on trial before the Jedi Council, accused of murder, terrorism, treason and sedition. You know you are innocent. You know you're being set up. But nobody other than Anakin believes you, and the evidence is overwhelmingly against you.
This isn't even the official trial that will determine your innocence or guilt.
No. This is the Jedi Council, deciding that you're guilty before the official trial has even begun, and casting you aside. This is the Council deciding that politics are more important than their Code. They would rather bend to the whim of the Senate and be seen washing their hands of you than to stand by you as you claim your innocence time and time again. It isn't fair. Why does nobody believe you?
You can only feel unending despair as Master Yoda proclaims the verdict-- lifelong exile. You can feel Anakin's anger from all the way across the room as he rages at the Council. But even as they rip your padawan braid off your head, you can't even find your own rage anymore. You're long past that. All you feel now is a hollow emptiness, and a desperate struggle not to cry rising from your stomach. You've haven't cried since you were a child. And you're not a child any more. You never cried even when you were marching into the front lines of a war at fourteen, when General Grievous was choking you to death, when you were shot multiple times, when you were kidnapped by hunters, when you saw your friends die in front of you because of decisions you made...
No. You didn't cry then and you won't cry now.
But you fought so valiantly for so long. You were so loyal. You believed in everything they told you. So how could they believe you capable of such atrocities? That's what hurts the most. The Jedi Temple is your home. The Order is your way of life. It's all you've ever known since the age of three. It was... your family. The one thing you stood for, that you would stand by, no matter what.
And now it's thrown you to the wolves.]