Life is a journey, a path on itself...

The Force was a dominion, an own world where even many secrets lingered as in the normal visible one. Jedi as well Sith were around and both had their orders these days. The Jedi and Sith of old had been replaced for new ones who searched for new knowledge of the Force. Each order had its own philosophy over the Force, but in basics it would remain always the same. The Jedi went for peace and serenity, the Sith went for war and hate. Two opposites; but involving one matter, the Force. I served no distinctive order. I would never do. I was better off without.
I was a straight Skywalker, bearing the name of powerful ancestors. It was a legacy I liked to deny, but I could not change in the end my inheritance. The Skywalker line was my blood and although I didn’t like it and I tried to keep as much as possible my life to myself, a part was public. And the banishment throughout the Republic brought some consternation forth. There existed parties still who had favoured my grandfather and thus so also his son and now me. They rose into protest and demanded to be heard. They found no justice in banishment, while I wasn’t even a citizen to the Republic. The opponents were heard too. The Holonews broadcasted celebrating parties held for my person. What mostly astonished everyone? I didn’t contact anyone, nothing was heard from me. The people liked to know how I thought about it all, but there was no reaction from me.

Newsagents were sent across the galaxy to find me for an interview. And sure they had a hard time to find me. Temporary I left Naboo for what it was and took up my command duty onboard my destroyer Persuitor. My job kept me from becoming preoccupied with all the newsagents trying to locate me. And in active duty it was even more difficult to get to speak to me. Too soon I was off toward a conflicting system, where a local political conflict was turning out to become a planetary problem. Valc IV in the Valc system was the course. It all lay inside Imperial Territory. These days it reached again beyond Vortex and Ord Mantell to Agamar and Bimmel on the route to the North. The rest of the galaxy was the Republic, or other powers like the Corporate Sector, Hapes Consortium, Calaron Sector and more independent ones. My coming threw some fear around and the heated parties subdued a bit. But all knew that I didn’t use my powers for bad and I was just present in the meeting, so both sides talked in equal measures and a middle solution was found. There was for me nothing personal around, so there weren’t threats to my person self. I listened, didn’t mingle in the case itself. At the end was asked if the solution felt good to me. If I was some kind of Jedi and would know it was fair? I had to grin, and nodded that I had nothing to add about it.

Valc IV was a couple of hours relaxing from being boring hours on a bridge and reading status reports from over my stardestroyer and if other ships accompanied the Persuitor, reports from those too. I swallowed a long face at the thought of leaving the planet. After the meeting I decided to pay the center of shops a visit, see something of the city itself and its people who lived there. The first thing I observed was that pretty many people, men and women, were quite young, bordering my own age. Despite the quite greenish surface of the planet, the temperatures were high and if you could classify it, it belonged to subtropical class. I wore a cooler version of my uniform, coming a little bit to the dress of the planet. It was the only garb quite bearable. The peoples here were mid brown skinned by nature, I was white. I wore no cloak or any other jacket, so my lightsaber was visible in my belt. I visited some stores upon clothing and searched on the horses if there was something of my liking and fitting. I was quite tall and also middle broad in chest. It was not easy around here, because most men were smaller than me. So I left one shop after the other and bought completely nothing. A bookshop was also interesting on the route, was not very great and was specialist in local writings. That it dared to sell local stuff indicated that the interest of the customers was region, not galactic. While I was used to other places, they lived in a smaller world. The shop had cards you could insert into a datapad and then read what was on it. On a datacard could be restored all sorts of information, it didn’t matter what. But along the information there was an amount of storage and for protection against illegal production; the cards were often fitted with a protection code and label. Unobtrusive some media hunter followed me on my route and shot pictures where I set my footsteps. It would be in the next news bulletin on Holonet.

I had no doubt that Macey followed my footsteps via the newsflashes. News screens were everywhere in the nowadays world and if you wanted to know, almost every bar or cafeteria provided a corner where you could watch the latest intergalactic news from Holonet. And with her also the Jedi would take interest in my whereabouts. But also the Sith would have their taste of knowledge. Deep down I hated it to be public property and in that line being a part of many things what was assigned to me by public opinion. I did my best to stay away from it as far as I could. But it would avail I didn’t know.