Bomoor's Journal - Entry 4

Posted on Tue Dec 1st, 2020 @ 3:08pm by Bomoor Thort

702 words; about a 4 minute read

BOMOOR’S JOURNAL

FOURTH ENTRY

I am still shaken by our harrowing experiences on Korriban: the Terentatek, the Mind Prison and our fiercest battle yet with the Cult of Axion. I was foolhardy not to prepare myself more for travelling to arguably the most dark side planet in the galaxy, but, for some reason, the image that lingers most in my mind is the faint glimpse of my mother that touched my mind during that darkest moment within Hazarrah’s trial.

I have not thought deeply about my mother for some time, often finding such memories painful as a reminder of how far away that life now is. I have always focussed instead on training or my duties within the Jedi. Now I have left the Jedi behind, is it right that I should think of her again? Did she truly reach out to me, or was it because I tapped into my fears at the moment I activated that Wraith Box?

If I have learned anything from my experiments with the powers of Darth Cabal and Krayt, it is that emotion, particularly to protect something you care for, can result in an intense swelling in Force potential. These memories of Öetrago and my Mother are happy and remind me of some of the better times learning alongside Thane. The urge to preserve these memories and these people is strong and not only allows me to strengthen my power of shielding, but also allows me to project a powerful lightning against those that threaten to do harm. It is no wonder the Jedi fail to truly protect the galaxy when they actively discourage compassion towards its citizens and instead wallow in apathy.

I thought to document some more of the memories I have of my early childhood in the years before Master Brogue took me away to the Order, for better or for worse.

As a young child, my mother nursed me out in the Öetragan wilds among our herd: the Elenca. I lived amongst the other children in the settlements, although, as the only child of a spiritual Herd leader, I was treated slightly differently as most knew I would be a Force-sensitive and a likely successor to my Mother Mumin.

There was one child, however, that never treated me differently and played with me without hesitation; a young Twi’lek girl who had been a refugee with her father to the planet. I remember well her injured lekku, which never bothered her as she shot about with so much energy and vigour. I believe her father died eventually, which brought her some sadness. I wonder if she is still with the herd.

When I was a bit older, my father would come from time to time and take me on trips: we took a boat from Moz Müt to see the shores of the Eastern continent and visited the Seed Vault up in the North of Üssina. But, to my eyes, the strangest place was the great capital city of Mooko, where my father spent most of his time. Looking back, I think my father felt guilty for not being a part of my life as a pupa and so wanted to involve me with his very different world.

I was too young to remember much, but I know my parents disagreed about how I should be raised. Ultimately, the visitation from Master Brogue made the decision for them. Perhaps they thought the only fair outcome was for neither parent to raise me. If I was borne into the Jedi Order out of spite, it is no wonder I never did truly fit with that world. But what world do I belong in? Perhaps this new world I am forging with Thane.

I have to believe my parents were not spiteful people: all I ever felt from them was love, which I wish I could reciprocate more to them more fully. For now, that passion will help to fuel my ambitions and focus me until I do see them again once all this business is dealt with.

 

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