Characters: Meetra Surik (Narrative but open to any fellow Dantooine people) When/Where: Dantooine/Wednesday Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (mentions of death, dying, grief, betrayal)
Dantooine was quiet. The Jedi preferred quiet worlds to raise younglings on at times, that or whoever had created the Enclave here had reasoned it might be a better idea overall to have a quiet world. Considering the other worlds were places like Coruscant or Taris....well. The later idea was probably the correct one. All throughout her memory, she recalled Dantooine as quiet and peaceful. Nothing but grass for miles sometimes, and away from the major traderoutes and hubs of activity meant that there were less distractions. To her, as a child, the outside galaxy had always been a distant almost surreal place.
It might have stayed that way, if not for the Mandalorians.
Now, while the planet still bore scars from Malak's assault it retained it's peace. She'd come at specifically such a time to allow the peace. Khoonda was resettled and defended, and the Exchange had been made to leave the planet. The Enclave too, stood empty and the cave was safe and would be undisturbed. Vrook was also gone, and Nihilus was chasing after her other self in this time and would leave the planet unmolested.
It was a perfect time to say goodbye.
Alek's had been a quiet one, where he'd met her and convinced her to join the Revanchists, because while Malek had committed countless atrocities and burned worlds to get back at Revan she would still say goodbye to Alek. Malek was consigned to the void. Alek was not. Maybe he'd already taken the steps from one to the other by the time he'd convinced her to join, but she still remembered his smile and passionate speech. She recalled the countless small kindnesses he'd done. She recalled he'd been the first to congratulate her when she'd been Knighted, and later made General. She'd recalled all that, and then left that hill.
Her goodbye to the Council, was a little different. In the end, she'd fone to the place where they had died. It seemed fitting. The large open space was not yet rebuilt, but she knew it would be. She walked to where the Masters would stand, and where they would die, before circling around to where she would stand and face their judgment. She could still hear their voice, their decision. And still, she could not blame them. She had forgiven them for the sentence as soon as they had given it. To her, they had been right. But yet...not. But they had not deserved the fate that had been bestowed on them.
Kreia's betrayal ran deeper then the sentence the Council had given her. She felt it always would.
She let out a long sigh and then kneeled down. The Jedi did not teach grief. they did not teach how to mourn others. Jedi went to the Force when they died, and did not believe this should be mourned. Grief was no an emotion they wished themselves and their students to have. But it was one she had none the less.
She'd never been a good Jedi.
She closed her eyes and took another long breath, slipping into meditation as easy as that. Normally, Jedi would be burned but there was not, currently, any bodies to burn. And perhaps they had not joined the Force, as Kreia had removed them from it, but she would still give them that. Next to the aid she was giving Jyn, this is why she had come. To give them this.