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padawanlost · 4 years ago

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Hey there! First of all I wanna say that I love your blog 😊

If I may, I wanted to ask you something regarding the Jedi Code. What did it say exactly about love and family? From my understanding, they were forbidden to form attachments, yet one Jedi (can't remember the name) married and had several kids. So, as long as there was no love or risk of attachment, they could marry and/or have kids?

I'm so confused

Before anything else is said, we need some context. The Jedi Order is over 25000 years old, which means a lot of things changed over the years. what’s really important to keep in mind is that theirs rules were no set in stone. There’re multiple variations of the “Jedi Code”. Also, not every rule the Jedi had to live by were part of the Jedi Code. Some rules were more about tradition than the code itself. Because of that every generation of the Order has its own particularities. That’s why the Prequels Order was different from the Old Republic’s Order and that was different from New Republic’s Order.

With that out of the way, let’s talk about the prequel era Jedi.

1 – Jedi were NOT allowed to marry or reproduce (without the Council’s authorization):

“If anyone finds out that I’m expecting a child, I’ll be thrown out of the Jedi Order and I won’t be able to serve. I have to carry on. I can’t let the men down.” Skirata was furious. She felt it. She could see it, too. And if she thought that was bad, it would be nothing compared with how the Jedi Council would react. She’d be kicked out of the Order. She’d no longer be a general, no longer able to play her part in the war. [Karen Traviss’s Triple Zero]

2 – Jedi were allowed to have sex, but they were not allowed to have romantic relationships or to have any kind of emotional attachments to their sexual partners.

“Jedi Knights aren’t celibate. The thing that is forbidden is attachments and possessive relationships.” George Lucas.

“But ol’ Pellaeon’s just having a spot of romance, if you know what I mean. It’s not like he gets attached to any of them, is it? Is romance allowed? Can you have a spot of romance if you don’t get attached?” Ahsoka’s stripes became more vividly colored, embarrassed. Yes, she obviously did know what Coric meant by romance. It wasn’t the word he usually used for it, but Ahsoka was only a kid, and Rex had decided from the start that talking about that sort of thing was something best left to her Jedi Masters. Yes, General Skywalker, I think that’s a job for you, sir. It wasn’t a clone’s duty at all. “Romance,” Ahsoka said stiffly, “is acceptable. Jedi are not … celibate. Just … no attachment.” [No prisoners. Karen Traviss]

He felt his fingers fist. Don’t you lie. Not about this. Don’t you dare. “You love her.” Monotonous blasterfire filled the silence between them. Then Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Anakin, I love her. But I was never in love. For a short while Taria and I needed each other. And when we no longer needed each other, we parted—and remained friends.” So that was how it worked, was it? Stay aloof, stay detached, never let yourself feel too much, too deeply, and the Order didn’t care? So if Padmé and I pretended we weren’t in love … [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

3 – Jedi were not allowed to have contact with their biological families;

“After the Jedi Masters decided that it was too dangerous to train anyone familiar with fear, anger, and any other emotion that might lead to the dark side, it was agreed that Force-sensitive juveniles, adolescents, and adults would no longer be eligible for enlistment or conscription. Instead, they sought out and adopted Force-sensitive infants who would be raised and trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant; to prevent any emotional attachments that might cloud judgment, most recruits would never have any subsequent contact with their families.” [ Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

The entire baby Ludi case

Still no word from the Jedi Council about what happened at the Battle of Naboo. Watto is beside himself with fury, complaining that if I can spend a hundred credits to send a message, then the Jedi can spend a hundred credits to answer. It worries me that it’s taking them so long. Three days should be long enough to figure out whether you were at Naboo, and whether you’re still alive. […] Shmi seemed to believe that Watto genuinely missed the boy. Leia had trouble accepting this, but was forced to at least allow for the possibility when Shmi reported that Watto had actually made a gift to her of the ten credits she had borrowed to help pay for her message to the Jedi Council. […] An administrator on Coruscant had finally replied to Shmi’s ’Net message: Anakin was well, but the Jedi did not discuss the activities of their Padawans even with parents. Even that was enough to elate Shmi. [ Tatooine Ghost by Troy Denning]

4 - The love they were allowed to experience was nothing like how we experience love in real life:

Who wept their tears on the inside, where they would not be seen. To weep for a fallen comrade was to display unseemly attachment. A Jedi did not become attached to people, to things, to places, to any world or its inhabitants. A Jedi’s strength was fed by serenity. By distance. By loving impersonally. [Karen Miller. Wild Space]

It was impersonal. It wasn’t like loving your family or your friends. It was more compassion, than love (the kind of love that connects you to someone on a emotional level).

Instead, they sought out and adopted Force-sensitive infants who would be raised and trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant; to prevent any emotional attachments that might cloud judgment, most recruits would never have any subsequent contact with their families. [Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

“Not that Luminara is indifferent, but that Luminara is detached. It’s not that she doesn’t care, but she’s not attached to her emotionally. And at the end of the day, one of the questions that I guess I pose is, is that really a good thing? Is Anakin’s way of being so compassionate wrong? Because on a certain level, you have to accept that the Jedi lose the Clone War. So there is something that they’re doing that’s wrong.” Dave Filoni

Nobody asked the obvious—whether clone troopers were everyone else or not. Joc looked from Ahsoka to Rex and back again. “What’s wrong with attachment?” he asked. “Why can’t you have attachments? You mean love, right?” Ahsoka looked at the clones wide-eyed but in slight defocus, as if she was trying to recall something. “Love is acceptable,” she said at last. “But not attachment.” “What’s love if it isn’t attachment?” “Attachment is … putting personal relationships first, caring about the people you love so that it influences how you act.” Ahsoka seemed to be picking her words carefully. Coric stared back at her. “You know, it affects your judgment.” [ No prisoners by Karen Traviss]

5 - The exceptions:

There were some exception to these rules, most of them happening during a different time (Old and New Republic Eras). However, there’s one notable exception all the rules above during the prequels: Ki-Adi-Mundi. Unlike most Jedi he was allowed to marry multiple wives and have multiple children and still remain a jedi. They allowed it because he belonged to an endangered species, so him being in a polygamous relationship was part of the greater good. Fun fact, he was emotionally attachment to some members of his biological family.

#ask #anon #jedi order #jedi culture #txt

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mynightingalecomplex · 4 years ago

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Don’t Get Too Comfortable

Ok, so here’s a (not so little) fic I’ve been toying with. It’s long, so I’m going to break it into parts. I default to Pre-Disney+ Mandalorians, so the helmets are not an issue.

Synopsis: Just off a successful hunt, Jesse Libarra finds herself traveling in company with another Mandalorian, Aden Nasreyc. The two Mandalorians are looking forward to a few days of rest on a backwater planet but, unknown to them, the Black Sun have followed Aden and are intent on exacting their revenge on the man who killed their leader.

Tags: previous injury, broken ribs, exhaustion, field medicine

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Part One

Part Two

Aden floated up from dreamless sleep into a fuzzy, pink semi-wakefulness. Dreams still niggled about the edges of his mind and his eyelids were stuck shut, but he could feel the pillow under his head and the blankets twisted through naked legs. It had been so long since he had awakened in a bed --an actual bed!-- that he allowed himself to simply lie there without wondering where he was, how he’d gotten there, or who was trying to kill him. He couldn’t remember any reason to get up, so maybe he’d just lay there for five more minutes….

He surfaced again some time later. Judging by the light, it had been more than five minutes. Again he lay still, luxuriating in the feel of sheets and a foam pillow against a cheek that had slept for three months on the inside of a helmet. Golden light played through his eyelids. The enviro-unit grumbled and whined, insulating the room in a cocoon of noise. He drew up his knee and burrowed into his pillow, searching for the fragments of his dream, but it was fruitless. He was awake now and would find no more sleep for a time.

Aden opened his eyes. Light like liquid gold streamed through the curtains as they danced in the enviro-unit’s breeze. Dust motes floated in a ballet up and down the shafts of sunlight. Somewhere outside he heard a door slam, a voice, but then all was silence. He squinted at the chrono on the table. Fifteen hundred. He yawned. He knew he shouldn’t have slept so long. It was wasteful. It was foolish. It was dangerous. But it had been necessary.

The hunt on Vurus had been long and dangerous. Three months without a single full night’s sleep, of constant watchfulness and wakefulness, living always with the shadow of death, had left him at the edge of his very considerable limits. He had taken privation, discomfort, and mental and physical punishment, and if he hoped to take it again he had to have rest. It had been a risk to spend so long asleep, particularly after the mess at the space port, but in a blaster-proof room with another Mando’ad on his six the risk had been worth taking.

Memory jarred him further into alertness. He rolled up on his elbow to look around the room. There on a pallet between the bed and the window, slept the girl from his half-remembered dream. Feet bare, dressed only in red fatigues, long brown hair pooling loose about her face and shoulders, she lay in the sunlight like a porcelain doll except for the blaster clutched in her tapered fingers.

Suddenly conscious that he was dressed only in his boxers, he sat up to pull the sheets over his naked legs. The pain that had long been his companion, dulled just enough by sleep and medication to pass out of his mind, flashed through his body and left him gasping. Modesty forgotten, he hugged his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees, all his efforts concentrated on silencing the string of curses that had lined up on his tongue.

When the spots finally cleared from his vision, he found Jesse at his knee, regarding him from the floor with grave green eyes. “Hiya.” She said, her voice low and rusty with sleep. “Do I need to ask you how you're feeling?”

He tried to smile. “Bout as bad as I look.”

“Sheesh. You belong in a hospital, then.”

“You up for breakfast?” His stomach had woken up and was reminding him that the last thing he had eaten was a protein cube on the train to the Vurus spaceport.

She turned to look at the chrono. The golden light caught in her loose chestnut hair, glistening like syrup in a crystal decanter. A rogue corner of his mind ran an imaginary hand through that long brown mane before he could stop it. He shoved the thought back into the depths of his subconscious and pulled the sheets up over his legs, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping up his neck.

“We might could find breakfast around here.” Jesse said. “I know a little place that caters to late risers.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She tossed his flightsuit at him and headed for the fresher. Gingerly, Aden eased himself into his clothes. Socks, suit, gloves, tak-vest and ammo belt went on with his usual care. Pushing himself to his feet, he stomped into his flat-soled boots and opened the curtains. He stood at the edge of the window -- no point making himself a target-- and looked out, enjoying the peaceful removal from the afternoon bustle and the warmth of the sun on his face.

His stomach growled. He couldn't remember his last meal. There had been a cup of burnt caf at the Vurus police station and a ration cube on the train to the spaceport, but after all the trouble had started an empty stomach had been the least of his problems. He rubbed his ribs absently and winced. Jesse was right; he was slow and getting slower.

“Fresher's open.” Jesse padded out in sock feet, tying off the end of her long brown braid.

“Vore.” He stepped away from the window. He looked reluctantly at his armor stacked neatly on the chest-of-drawers. “What do you think? Is this a blaster and beskar kind of place, or maybe a little more casual?”

Jesse shrugged. “Depends on how threatening you find greasy eggs and soggy waffles.”

Aden considered this. Battle-ready was all well and good, but three months in full kit left a man feeling more like a sardine than a member of society. It was just a diner, after all, not a drug den. Not even a cantina. And they hadn't been on Dantooine long enough to make any enemies. He bounced once or twice on the balls of his feet, enjoying the unaccustomed lightness. “Maybe just the body plates.” He said. “Just so they know we're Mandos.”

The diner was everything Jesse had promised. Basically a long chrome tube with big glass windows, the diner was alive with beings crowded into red vinyl booths. Waiters, humans and Twi'leks instead of the droids popular on city worlds, bustled about with pots of steaming caf and plates of greasy food, laughing, shouting, and bantering with the customers. Aden felt himself relaxing. This was a small town on a peaceful world, and the sense of community amongst the patrons was almost palpable. It felt like home.

They were seated in a booth along the big front window, working through their second pot of caf. The waitress had looked askance at them at first, but in only chest and knee plates, helmets off and sleeves rolled up, they looked less than threatening. Even in Verad, mercenaries were not unheard of and their money was as good as anyone else's, so here they were in a sticky vinyl booth waiting for their pancakes without drawing any more than an occasional curious glance.

Aden sipped his caf and looked out the window at the dusty street. “Nice place.” He commented. “Better than Vurus, but I'm a country boy at heart.”

Jesse nodded. “Beats durasteel streets and monorails, that's for sure. I grew up in the vhetin'e. Long rolling hills and grass as far as you can see so this always feels like home.”

Aden watched her as she looked out the window. He knew he shouldn’t ask. It was rude and it wasn’t remotely his business, but her sharp, sad, porcelain face and those deft fingers belonged to something more than an itinerant bounty-hunter on a third-class world. “What are you doing trapped out here, Jesse?” Even he could hear the despair in his voice. ”Don’t you have family waiting for you?”

“No.” She answered first, then looked away from the window. “No family.” He didn’t think she was going to elaborate. There was no reason she should and he was kicking himself for being a di’kut when she went on. “I was with the GAR before the… before the Empire took over. When Kal Skirata and his boys bugged out they went with hundreds, thousands of others, commandos and regular troopers too. The Empire lost almost a third of their fighting force, but they kept it quiet. Whole regiments disappeared at a time, and most of them headed for Mandalore. It was chaos.” She looked down at the cup in her hands but he knew she wasn't seeing it. “One of my boys got out. One didn't. Two didn't even try.”

Aden tried to think of a way to ask the obvious question without further insult, gave up, and asked anyway. “What about you? You bugged out with the rest?”

She shook her head. “Not a chance. I’d have stayed. I wasn’t there to serve the Republic. I was there cause my boys were there and it was a steady paycheck. What did I care what symbol the boys had painted on their armor?

“No, when the dust settled, the Imps repainted the troops that were left, brought in the last battalions of Kamino-trained soldiers, and all us irregular non-coms showed up the next morning to find our clearance revoked, our quarters occupied, our possessions confiscated, and our boys renumbered and reassigned.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, Jesse lost in thought, Aden shocked at this first-hand account of what had been only rumors through the Mando’a community. Finally Jesse shook herself and the gloom that clouded her face vanished as if it had never been. “So, here I am, foot-loose and fancy-free, back doing what’s best for the one who's most important.” She tapped her chest plates. “Me.”

Aden didn’t know what to say, but he was rescued from shoving his foot further into his mouth by the arrival of the waitress with their order. After months of hard work on nothing but field rations and will power, Aden felt he could eat an entire nerf by himself, horns, hooves and all, but he had settled on ordering basically the entire menu, because his momma had raised him with some manners. Werris eggs, fried nerf bacon, sausage, crispy potato patties, and stacks of waffles with cream and slices of shefna fruit on top all appeared from the kitchen together, still sizzling in pools of grease or dripping with sticky Alderaanian molasses. It took two waitresses to bring it all to the table.

After that, there was no more conversation for a while. Talking was a waste of time with food going cold on the table. Jesse was polishing off the leftover half of his third waffle - - he considered it more a gift to a good friend than an admission of defeat-- when she spoke suddenly, pointing an accusatory fork at him. “All right, pretty boy. Now it's your turn. What's a handsome fellow like you doing on Dantooine without enough money to buy a bed for the night?”

He winced, but it was only fair. “Oh, you know how far money goes in this economy. Gotta work where you can.” He tried a nonchalant shrug, knowing it wouldn't work.

“Vurus to Dantooine's a long jump with no money in your pocket.” She rejoined. ”And this isn't the place to come to turn a quick credit.”

No, he thought, but it might be a good place to stage a tactical withdrawal. But of course he wasn't going to tell Jesse that. No sense in getting her mixed up in whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into. “It's as close as I could get to Qilura on a passenger ship.” That at least was true.

“Family out there?”

“A sister. Brother's wife.” He answered immediately, glad to have something he could talk openly about. “She's not Mando, but she did right by him and she's trying to do right by his boy, so I do what I can.” ‘What he could’ meant going hungry and traveling forth-class on passenger ships so Miran and her son could live a step above the poverty line, but he could see Jesse understood that and wasn't going to ask him to elaborate. “It's not the kind of help I'd like to give her, but it's help she needs and it's the least I can do.”

Jesse nodded and scraped the last of the whipped cream off his plate with her fork. “Good for you. It's hard when they're not Mando'ade. How do you get from here to Qilura? That's another two jumps from here.”

He shrugged. “There's usually some freighter or other going that way. I'm not above hauling cargo and swabbing decks if it means a free hyperspace jump.”

“Makes sense.” Jesse said. “Tell you what. I've got a little extra on me this time, so how about I stake you a day's rations and a hyperspace jump and drinks'll be on you next time we run into each other.”

“Jesse, I…” Aden was at a loss. What could he say? How could he accept? But, on the other hand, how could he refuse? “That would be… “

Then the world exploded.

#star wars #mandalorian #mando #jesse libarra #wounded #injured #cared for #field medicine #caretaker #treated #broken ribs #explosion #hurt #collapse

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tanadidreamer · 5 years ago

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To Tell The Truth

Nikov Kalash, Trauma, the Fett bros and Outcasts all belong to @outcastcommander!

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Cabur quietly switched to his internal comlink and blinked through his contacts before he settled on Legate’s name and selected it. “Uh-oh, what’s up?” Legate’s voice came through warily.

“I need you to bring Jewel over. Tell him to get the Bralor supplies.” Cabur answered briefly as he watched Wrench begin checking over the young Jedi, who was all but shaking in her boots. Cabur was going to wreck Skirata’s other ankle for this because he knew that bastard ended up stirring up a hell of a lot of trouble for young Jedi being willing to seek out help from Mandalorians. “Get here as soon as possible.”.

“Yes, sir.” Legate responded sarcastically as Cabur cut the transmission and walked towards the group.

“Wrench, ya remember Jewel, right? Multi-colored hair and one hell of a temper if ya hurt one of the youngsters?”.

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Once Voss finished treating the dumbass psycho, he quietly left the man who was still glaring at the same spot and made his way over to Wrench’s room and knocked on the door softly, which drew a panicked cry from within.

Voss sighed and opened the door to see the poor lad crawling back away from him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there. I’m only here to check on you.” Voss said as he walked in and eased himself down onto the floor and held his hands out. “You know I don’t harm vod’ike.”.

“B-B-But…….” Trauma squeaked out as Voss noticed something rather unnerving which caused him to lean forward and eye the scars that had been illuminated by the light flooding in from outside.

“Who did that to you?” Voss asked gently as he tilted his head to the side, studying the younger clone with a slightly worried look. To be honest, Voss was sure that this was the first time he had seen Trauma without a helmet, otherwise, he would’ve remembered scars like Trauma’s.

“N-N-Nobody!”.

“Okay, can I at least check them?” Voss asked as he kept the gentle tone, which earned a shake of Trauma’s head in response. “Okay…...what if I show you mine first then you show me yours?”.

Trauma nodded slightly which caused Voss to sigh and move the armor of his upper body than the glove suit to reveal his own scars

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Grimm quietly stood back and looked towards the office space with wide eyes, Trauma had actually seen him but had denied being able to. Under any other circumstances, Grimm would’ve been pleased but the kid’s reaction had him worried.

“This is your fault.” Grimm said darkly for the umpteenth time within the past twenty-three hours. “If you had came back…..”.

“Would you shut up?” Arch snapped at him just as darkly. “I didn’t know he would kill you, okay?! I didn’t know he’d do this to the kid! I thought you were safer without me here!”.

“Gee, I don’t feel safe. I feel dead and vengeful.” Grimm remarked dryly as he glared at the blond. “I wonder if I could wake Swipes up so you can resume that fight. Pretty sure I can lock the kids in that room.”.

“You wouldn’t dare.”.

Grimm smirked at the former commander. “My issues are with you. Not the kids.” Grimm leaned towards him. “Let me explain what has me finally haunting your pathetic little existence: Our little Jedi is expecting a baby Jedi. Wanna guess who the baby Jedi’s father is?”.

Grimm had to admit, watching the dawning look of horror and shock was priceless.

“Reaper?”.

“That’s right! Unlike us, he’s going to be a father and you took that from him!”.

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“Why did you help us?” Chaos asked after a moment. “Everybody pretty much abandoned us. Why? You knew the risks and ignored ‘em, just to help us!”.

Nikov rolled his eyes at that. “Y’ain’ wron’. Sure, it were anotha job, but ya nee’ed ‘elp so we ‘elped ya! It wa’ da righ’ thin’ ta do!”.

“So why did they take Reaper instead one of you? They knew you did something! Even if Reaper hadn’t volunteered! Why did they just take him?! Why not me? Or Cabur? Hell, even Sunny or Trauma?!” Chaos snapped as his frustration finally got the best of him, none of this was adding up!

“Ah wish ah knew de answer ta dat.” Nikov told him as he eyed Chaos warily. “Stuff wen’ as dey normalleh do fer us afta a job. We go’ pai’ so it wa’ tahme ta ‘ead ‘ome an’ recova.”.

“And swiping Trauma.”.

“Oi, Knockout an’ Zed ‘anded him over ta Wrench. If ya ‘ave a problem wit’ dat, den ah dare ya ta ta’e it up wit’ dem three.” Nikov snipped back.

“Yeah, no thank you. Knockout will sicc Jewel on me.” Chaos said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I rather not get scolded like a little kid in front of my troops, thank you.”.

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CL-9056 sighed as he exited the interrogation chamber and shook his head at his trainer who scowled at him. “I think we’ll probably need to use the droid on that one, he isn’t saying a word, sir.” CL-9056 told the man who scoffed and waved him off.

“I’ll handle it, just go clean up.”.

“Yes, sir.” The clone said before he walked off, feeling yet another migraine beginning to bubble up.

#my writing #my ocs #friend's ocs #Voss is trying to help #Chaos is angry #Reaper is.....off #Grimm's angry #sequel series

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coruscantholonet · 6 years ago

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Confederation News Briefs. (2/25/19)

- Rise in piracy. Neighboring Sectors have been suffering from a dramatic rise in piracy. No one is sure who these pirates are but they seem to be especially ruthless with their main objective being hijacking the ships rather than cargo. At this point there have been no survivors to the attacks of this particular band of pirates, the only details we have in their identity is from the black box of a ship that crashed rather than be captured. The footage was distorted and all that can be made out is that the pirates seemed heavily armored and moved with much more organized tactics than the usual motley crews. Even the Confederation Fleet has lost a couple of it’s smaller ships and their crews, whoever these pirates may be they are considered extremely dangerous. With the fuel shortages one could also question how they are fueling a large scale pirating operation.

-Rumors of an Underground Fighting League carry across the city, and whispers about great combats that ensued from various styles and races from fierce competitors ensued! It's been heard that the last battle happened between a Zeltron, a Devaronian and a Chiss, leaving the latter as the current champion of the tournament! It’s alleged their name is Nurve and that they had an androgynous appearance.

- Hutts on Corellia? It’s been reported that many Hutt Clans have made their presence known in Corellia’s larger cities. We are not aware of many details but it’s said they have operations ranging from ship weapon system factories to gambling dens to massive advertisement campaigns for Huttler magazine. The Confederation has made deals with the Hutt’s in the distant past as it does make some sense that those outside of the Remnants and Republics see some logic in a cooperative relationship? The Corellian Council declined to comment.

- Jedi archive vault was broken into. Sources on Vreni noticed loud alarms going off due to the break in and when asked for a comment "An unknown artifact was stolen from our vault, we'll be investigating the matter internally. Thank you for your concern"

- Reports indicate that a Mandalorian by the name of Ekuwa Skirata was taking her mando trials and shuttled over to a crime ridden sector of Coronet City to attack a gang for her Verd'goten trial. We’re told she opted to take that trial so she could look for her missing siblings while also having some reason to be out there. She infiltrated a street gang that has sort of a flea market for weapons and managed to bring their leader to justice.. It’s alleged a possible darksider had observed the engagement then for reasons unknown to us severed the Mandalorians arm before departing.

- According to the Coronet City Journal; Corellia's Economy has ebbed and flowed a bit, and the residents of this blooming world will be relieved to know that the food shortages have been mostly alleviated. Bars and Restaurants would find their Credits going farther and feeding more, meaning more profits for them.Unfortunately, the fuel crisis has worsened somewhat. Flying offworld isn't just difficult, it's downright painful these days, and anyone but those who make a living shipping goods would be better

#Corellia #SecondLife #SWRP #StarWars #Roleplay #SciFi #RPG

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padawanlost · 5 years ago

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Did anyone advocate for clone rights? Or spoke up about the injustice behind it? Or wanted to but could not? If that makes sense

The first ones to speak against it were the Jedi who refused to take part in war and walked away from the Order.

Following the Battle of Geonosis, many Jedi chose to leave the Order rather than serve as generals in the Republic army. Others, such as the Jedi Master Sora Bulq, chose to ally with Count Dooku and fight against the Republic. By the end of the Clone Wars, it seems that the Lost Twenty had been reduced to a footnote in history. [Star Wars: Jedi vs Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force by Ryder Windham]

Etain Tur-Mukan, a Jedi General, fell in love with a clone and later gave birth to his son:

And Etain liked clones. The only thing they all had in common was their appearance—although they were starting to age differently, she could see that now—and what the Republic had done to them. Apart from that, they were individuals with the full range of virtues and habits of random humankind, and she now felt completely at home with them. If she had a side in this war, this was the one she chose: the disenfranchised, unreasonably loyal, heartbreakingly stoic ranks of manufactured men who deserved better. [Karen Traviss. True Colors]

Besany Wennen (human, agent of the Republic Treasury Audit Division) who was also in a relationship with a clone:

Ordo was a slave by any other name, an object manufactured for a task, minus rights and a vote. Besany understood now why Etain had also had a moment of apparent insanity and had Darman’s baby. The clones had a right to be men. Their future was all the more precious because it would be so brief. “ [Karen Traviss. Order 66]

Kal Skirata, a Mandalorian who was hired to train clones in Kamino and later adopted many clones.

While Vau slept and Ordo piloted the ship, Skirata admired the haul for a while, imagining all the safehouses, escape routes, and new beginnings it could buy for clones who decided they’d completed their service to the Republic. He wasn’t encouraging desertion. He was liberating slaves.” ´[True Colors by Karen Traviss]

Jedi Padawan Bardan Jusik

So how do we justify what we are doing now? Breeding men without choice, and without freedom, to fight and die for us? When do the means cease to justify the end? Where is our society heading? Where are our ideals, and what are we without them? If we give in to expedience in this way, where do we draw the line between ourselves and those we find unacceptably evil? I have no answer, Masters. Do you? —Jedi Padawan Bardan Jusik, addressing the Jedi Council [Karen Traviss. Hard Contact]

Den Skeenah, a senator from Chandrila

We have laws on how we treat sentient species. We have laws on how we treat animals and semi-sentients. We even have laws protecting plants. But we have absolutely no laws whatsoever governing the welfare of clone troops—human beings. They have no legal status, no rights, no freedoms, and no representation. Every one of you here who accepted this army without murmur should hang your head in shame. If that’s the depths we as a Republic can sink to in the name of democracy, it hardly surprises me that the CIS wants to break away. The end can never justify means like this. —Senator Den Skeenah of Chandrila, addressing the Senate eighteen months after the Battle of Geonosis, after setting up a charitable appeal to fund the only veterans’ welfare facility in the Republic [Karen Traviss. True Colors]

The Altisian Jedi

"The excuse of 'they started it' might be fine for children, and self-defense is reasonable, but. . ." "Go on." "The army. Anyone with a scrap of honesty can see it's wrong to breed human beings and make them fight. We have no moral authority. We've already lost what we're supposed to be fighting for in this war. Even if the Republic wins." [Karen Traviss, No prisoners]

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Clones Medical Care

[Part 1]

Context

The book [Republic Commando: True Colors by Karen Traviss] is set between AOTC and ROTS (less than 2 years after the Battle of Geonosis). The main characters are clones and a couple of Jedi and Mandalorians working for the GAR.

Medical Care

Besany Wennen (human, agent of the Republic Treasury Audit Division), clone sympathizer and in a relationship with clone Ordo beings to uncover inconsistencies in the GAR’s finances. Eventually she uncovered this talking to senator Den Skeenah (Mon Mothma’s predecessor):

Besany took it carefully. “I’m having some difficulty identifying medical provision for the Grand Army, Senator. I can identify expenditure on what I think are medcenter facilities, but it’s not … let’s say the audit trail isn’t transparent.”

That careful comment meant a great deal in political code if the listener wanted to interpret it. Skeenah seemed to. “Yes, I’ve asked repeatedly about casualties—the medical field units are woefully inadequate, and I can’t find out what happens to those killed in action. To the best of my knowledge, the bodies aren’t recovered. There’s no heroes’ return for these poor men. So if you see large sums allocated to clone welfare, I can assure you there’s no sign of it being used to that end.”

And this:

It was time for a little humility. “I know a lot of clones, by most people’s standards, and yes, I care what happens to them.”

“You might know, then, what happens to them.”

“In what sense?”

“When they’re wounded but can’t return to active duty. You see, I can find out what happens on the Rimsoo medical stations—or at least I get some limited answers from the Defense staff—but I’m getting no answers about the men who can’t be patched up and sent back.”

Besany thought of Corr, temporarily assigned desk duties after a device he was defusing blew up and took his hands with it. He was awaiting the arrival of specialist prosthetics, and if Skirata hadn’t grabbed him for commando training, he’d have gone back to ordnance disposal.

“I would imagine they die,” Besany said. “The army seems to go to a lot of trouble to send them back.”

“Ah, but life isn’t that tidy,” Skeenah said. He lowered his voice, even though the doors were shut. “There’ll be injuries that a man can survive, but that means he’ll never be fit for service again. I can’t seriously believe something like that hasn’t happened in more than a year of this war. And yet there are no homes for these men, who must surely exist, and we know they don’t end up being cared for by family—because they have none. So where do they go?”

Besany didn’t even want to think about it, but she had to. The only answer she could think of right then was that the most badly injured who might otherwise have been saved were left to die. But some mobile surgical units had Jedi advisers. No Jedi would let such a thing happen … would they? She had to talk to Jusik. He’d tell her.

“I’m going to see if I can find out,” Besany said.

“And I’m going to carry on pressing for proper long-term care facilities.” Skeenah looked troubled. “Meanwhile, I’m also going to help raise funds for charitable care. There are some citizens out there who want to help, you know.”

At least we got confirmation that some senators were aware of what was going on. I haven’t found any evidence of the Jedi being aware the clones were being left to die but I’ve to admit that’s hard to believe. If the truth was that obvious to realized, the Jedi not knowing implies neglect or disinterest (maybe both). I can’t picture to turn this into a good thing for the Jedi Order. If they didn’t realize the men they were responsible for were being neglected then shame on them.

Later she uncovered a company and some republic credits allocated to the GAR but it’s all front. The naïve nugget she was, thought the credits would be used to build more medical facilities but, of course it wouldn’t. The credits and the locations were being used (by Palps) as secret cloning facilities.

“[...] you won’t find Dhannut Logistics, because they don’t exist. They’re a front for moving credits around inside Republic finances. You did well to find the connection with Centax Two, but if you keep crashing around you’re going to get caught, so I’ll save you some time. Yes, there are clones now being produced in facilities outside Kamino—some here, most on Centax, and a lot of them. No, the Grand Army command hasn’t been told, because those Jedi generals will want the extra men to deploy right away, but they won’t get them. So you can pass that on to your contact.”

If you think this can’t get any shadier, you’re are wrong. Fi (clone) is injured, Besany finds him in a hospital and this happens:

“Just update me on this patient. I understand some difficulty arose over treating him here.”

“He can’t stay here.”

“If this is about budget codes, my department will be most displeased.”

“No, we have to terminate the treatment.”

“You’ve got a line of saline in his arm and there’s nothing on the drug chart.

You’re not short of beds. What treatment? I don’t see the chief of neurosurgery in here.”

“He’s not a citizen. He’s a clone soldier.”

“I know. And?”

“We have no agreement for long-term care with the Grand Army. In fact, as far as the Republic is concerned this patient doesn’t exist, and as he’s been declared brain-dead by the duty neurosurgical team, we would normally terminate life support, except he’s still breathing, which is highly abnormal.” The droid paused as if to check if Besany was following its train of logic with her inadequate organic brain. “Withdrawal of life support in his case means withdrawal of hydration or feeding, or both.”

“Starving him to death, for us lay-beings.”

“Indeed. This is clearly ethically undesirable, so euthanasia will be administered.”

Besany thought she’d misheard, but she hadn’t. “No,” she said, hearing her voice as if she were standing outside herself. “No, it will not be administered. I’ll get his care authorized. In fact, I’ll get him moved to private care.”Did I hear that right? Do they really put patients down like that? Like sick pets?

“He’s Grand Army property, so unless you have a Defense requisition, you can’t take possession of him.”

“He’s a human being.”

“I don’t make the rules.”

“His name’s Fi. If he hadn’t been engineered and hatched, he’d be about twenty-four years old. He’s a sniper. He’s a trained combat medic. He likes glimmik music. He’s an elite soldier.”

“He’s brain-dead.”

“He’s breathing.”

“I said this was a perplexing case.”

“Well, if you or any of your colleagues want to try euthanizing him, or whatever tidy euphemism you have for killing people in their beds, you’ll have to get past me.”

“You’re not from the Defense Department, are you?”

“I’m from the Treasury. If he’s government property, he’s mine. So I’m taking him.”

“I cannot allow this.”

“Try stopping me.”

BYE

Coming soon: The Holo News and The ownership problem

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