same filter.
I know that. I'm grateful that it didn't come to that.
After the Republic fell, I hid on an Outer Rim planet called Thabeska. I took on the name Ashla. I fixed mechanics and droids. I did not use the Force. The Empire was looking for any leftover Jedi, and while I wasn't one, I was still Force Sensitive. The Empire, like the Sith Lord during the Clone Wars, was looking for all Force sensitive children. On Empire Day, the children of the Fardi family, whom I had befriended, came to warn me of an impending visit from the Empire. Anyone who had not lived there yet a year was going to be invited to a dinner. I took off. I stole one of the Fardi's ships and left the world behind.
As it turns out, the Sixth Brother was the honored guest, selected to smoke out any Force sensitive people or leftover Jedi. I left without thinking, and it wasn't until I was on Raada that guilt began to eat at me. I left Hedala Fardi behind. She'd seen me use my powers just once on Thabeska when some of her family members were playing on crates. They all fell and I made sure none of them were injured. Hedala must have sensed me; she began demonstrating signs that she was strong with the Force. Moving objects, playing games much better than her older siblings, jumping higher. Do you know what it's like to know that you left a three year old child with no defense in the hands of one of the Empire's Inquisitors?
So I fought. I fought against oppression, I fought against the destruction of a whole system. I fought against the Empire. I fought against what I knew to be wrong: slavery, coercion, threats, betrayals, the displays of power meant to keep the people of the Galaxy cowed to the Emperor's will.
And if there comes a time that I have to fight for myself, then I will do so. Until then, I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. I find that there is balance is friendship, in attachments, even if it makes me not what a Jedi ought to be.