Joro examined their surroundings and nodded in approval: A spartan lifestyle was they way of things for a jedi. Material attachments had to be minimized in order to avoid distraction. A bed, a table, small functional kitchen and computer workstation (along with some storage boxes). The only thing that really captured his eye was the view from an overlarge set of plasteel sliding doors that led to a balcony. Beyond the potted plants lay striking view of the city.
"Your home has a nice view of the city." Joro remarked. He enjoyed the sight of the bridges and speeders before turning to face his...
Joro frowned. What was Master Linnea to him? Friend? Confidant? Was she just her sister's twin, the living memory of his master in the flesh? Or...something else. The thought bothered him and he wasn't quite sure why. Emotions were...tricky... at best when trying to work through them in the Order.
"Master," He let his eyes drop to the table,
"I am feeling conflicted.""I understand the mission and why we are doing it, why it is important. What I am having trouble grasping is...these variables that keep popping up. The Malik's empire has been acting irrationally. This may not be unusual but I feel like something happened when we were ambushed and a valuable opportunity was wasted. The commander was bugged -three times. That is not something we can simply wave off." "Then we have to contend with something the Republic refuses to deal with publicly. Lannik was a disastrous embarrassment during Revan's time. The Sith lord waiting for us eliminated nearly every soul on the mission but no one wants to talk about it, and no one wants to talk about why? He was invisible before Lannik, then vanished again in the smoke. Then apprentices that know me, that belonged to him and were on Lannik, melt out of the shadows on THIS mission? Something is going on here that doesn't just involve Frostfyre.""Information is being leaked from somewhere as well. If we are lucky then it was partly those listening devices...but I do not believe we are. Something is being manipulated, some string is being pulled, and we are walking blindly along a path that we should not be following. The entire team is being toyed with something or someone is actively sabotaging every step we take.""-And then there's you, Master." Joro looked up at the Miraluka and felt his stomach somersault.
"In the equation of things, the will of the Force...You appear to be an anomaly. The council named you a watchman for Nar Shadaa...yet you left your post here to see me on Dantooine. They prevented you from assuming me as a pupil after Master Limuil passed...Yet I've been training from a holocron you placed in my hand." Joro produced the same holocron and placed it on the table before continuing. Its soft glow filled the room.
"You are worn to serve the Republic, bound to the Jedi Order but admitted to me that avenging your sister -through murder- was more important to you than anything."Joro sighed, casting his eyes elsewhere to avoid tracing the athletic frame of his host.
"And...a problem now exists that I cannot ignore. Now that you are involved with this mission, however removed you may be, I am distracted." Joro wanted badly to admit that seeing her, even being kissed by her back at the beginning of this mess, had been present in his thoughts to the point that the council would not approve. Master Bosharn would have been the first one to report him to the Jedi Masters if he truly understood how tumultuous his feelings for her were -and rightly so! Joro would have done the same.
"I fear it...might be prudent if I simply removed myself from the mission and reported to the Council of First Knowledge." Joro admitted , slowly, quietly, as simply voicing to what followed was shameful.
"Maybe I wasn't ready after all."