Star Wars: Forgotten Heroes

Pedagogy

At the crack of dawn Qatar followed Tiandra out to what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. Girders, wires and crates littered the cement floor and sun bled through the cracks in the ceiling.

"Sometimes I would come here to meditate." Tiandra said, looking around. "I like the big, quiet space."

"I thought you said you cut yourself from the Force."

"You don't need to be a Force wielder to meditate. Everyone needs to clear their mind."

"You said dark magic surrounds this planet. Do you think it will be hard to get a strong link back?"

"We have each other. There must be a certain resonance between Jedi. If we can create a friction -a spark- we can generate our own energy. And besides, I think everyone is connected to the Force. Even if they can't feel it in a tangible way like us, and tap into it directly, I can feel when they sway it, affect it, and are affected by it. I've felt a presence from those who've no knowledge of the Force that was stronger than that of our Jedi Masters. Most of the people here are just scared. But some are still hopeful. And we can draw from that."

"So you think the Force can be generated from a closed system and self-sustain?"

Tiandra chuckled, "you're getting that tone."

"What tone?"

"Like when you would be taking notes in class and you'd ask a question and it's clear that you're really deep in thought and you're so engaged and interested and excited to learn more."

"Oh, well, I guess I just haven't had any outlet for stimulating conversation about the Force for the last ten years."

"Listen to me," she turned to him and grabbed the sides of his head gently, holding it carefully so they were eye to eye. "You're a truer Jedi than anyone I've ever known."

"Oh, no..." Qatar began to shake his head and look down to the left, evading the compliment.

"You're so humble, so hard on yourself and so devout. You're the epitome of a Jedi. If the universe made sense you would be the Chosen One."

Qatar swallowed and took a deep breath, his eyes darting around her face, and then back down again.

"But the counter-intuitive thing about being a Jedi is that to wield the Force you have to believe in yourself. No one else, nothing else. You are a part of this universe but in the same and equal way the universe is a part of you."

"Thank you." Qatar nodded.

She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed them gently, "you can do this. You were always just so hard on yourself. And I know that's the way of a Jedi, right? Selflessness and all that good stuff. But if life has taught me anything it's that feeling bad is a waste of time. And you could never hurt a fly."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't need the Jedi to tell you to be a good person. It's in your marrow. So I mean that when you feel like something went wrong and it's on you, it's not. You tried your best. You're rock solid. Just keep moving. Regret will only make things worse."

"Okay." Qatar nodded.

"Do you understand?"

"Yeah, yeah." Qatar nodded.

What she said made sense, but trying to get the words to match up with his conscience was another issue entirely.

"Alright." She took a few steps back and swung her arms loosely, "we have one lightsaber, and one blaster." She pulled out a DC-17 heavy blaster pistol.