Jedi Knight

Jedi Knight Tord Athanasia Obelia had been an official Knight now for about four months and yet he still hadn't received any missions or summons from the Council. The game of waiting was starting to get the reincarnator that he was almost tempted to march himself back to Master Yoda's quarters and talk to the elder for any inquiries. But the thought of being called self-serving and impatient was what deterred him from doing so.

Which was why, starting from the second month that he had not heard anything from the Council, Tord found it in himself to wander the streets of Coruscant and explore what the planet has to offer. Which disappointingly enough, in the silvernette's opinion, the planet was just pure industrial madness and pollution and had him wishing that the Jedi Order should at least do something about it.

After all, with the presence of nature does the Force uninhibitedly flourish. With the Force thriving more force-sensitives would be born and the environment would be better since there would be more people who are in tuned to the world's needs. It was basically a cycle in an ecosystem that needs to be given more notice and thought.

Well, another thing that Tord noticed was how things are truly being hidden in the bright planet Coruscant. Like honestly, when he had become the Emperor of Earth when he was Red Leader the people weren't in poverty and the happiness and well-being of his citizens were relatively taken care of. Unlike there, the lower levels of the Coruscant was too much of a cesspit and just downright screamed crime and corruption.

It was just disheartening to know that such a bright and teeming planet had a too large shadow to hide that people have to force themselves to look away from what is truly happening. For even the Jedi to turn their heads and look away, Tord felt the force and magic pulse within him as if saying that he should at least do something. He should at least try something.

So, try he did.

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Magic is truly such a lovely thing.

That, and the force was of great help too.

Tord made a few of the notable syndicates of Coruscant as his underlings. They were tied by magical slave contracts and were made to report to a master which they didn't know was actually an android. These syndicates didn't know that the terrifying human that they were bowing to was the silvernette's creation. That said, Tord didn't care for their misinformation. Instead, what he cared about was the credits it would bring him and that he was making Coruscant's levels inadvertently be a better place.

It was like hitting two birds with one stone really. But Tord wasn't satisfied. He really isn't. Which is why Tord was glad to have made his soul inventory—a place where he could store things since it is a spatial magic pocket that's made to be like video game inventories and it is tied to his soul—in in his third life and have one his android assembling lines placed in a secure warehouse. There, he made batches of android bodies which his former followers can inhibit. After all, he would need a new network and relying on Coruscant's syndicate is far too below his standards.

That as soon as his android followers get a proper foot hold in the new world Tord would easily enough give a kill order for them to annihilate each other. That way the chaos it would produce would attract a great opportunity for the more desperate kind of people and the power vacuum it could result to would be of significant benefits in him in the long run.

That in such a manner, Tord knows he could somehow gain a type of political advantage towards his would-be enemies once he plays things right. All he now needs to do is plan things accordingly, bid his time and execute his said plans at the right moment for everything to fall in place.

It would still be a couple years for him before he would meet his would-be Padawan brothers Cin Drallig and Dooku of Serenno. It would still be years for him to meet Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Chosen One, Anakin Skywalker. All he needs to do is be patient and things would go in its way for him.

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Garbed in shades of red for his upper clothing and black for his pants, Tord knew that he was quite a rather odd sight to see since the streets of Coruscant was now being regularly visited by him while donning on the uniform of the Jedi Order— its color is different from its norm of white, cream and browns. He would interact with the people and help them when they had problems.

Using the Force, he would help carry heavy materials and aid in rescues when certain large machinery and equipment would fail and endanger citizens. Not only that, he also ended up using the Force in healing a number of people who couldn't afford regular treatments and check-up on them using his magic using a diagnostic spell.

Heck, Tord was up at a point appalled by how the medical system of the Republic seem to be flawed for the lower residents that the silvernette had to use his magic to cure people of their maladies and just say that it was due to the Force. Like, honestly? Tord felt as if he was reenacting the moment in where in one alternate universe had him became a Saint of sorts that helped people while Tom was his knight (a holy knight actually), Matt was a dark mage and Edd was a scout/bowman.

With the way he was helping people left and right, he was gaining the titles of Sun Princess, Silver Light and the Jedi Order's Red Angel for the miracles he was seemingly pulling out of nowhere. Which wasn't surprising enough to have soon caught the ears of the Jedi Council since he was soon called into questioning.

"Jedi Knight Obelia, you do know that your actions towards the Public represent the Order?"

"I know. Which is why, isn't it important that the Order depicts itself as individuals who are willing to help people? Acting as closed off and hard to reach monks would do no good to the cause of being protectors and peace keepers. Instead people would continue to be wary of us since they do not understand our ways and consider the Jedi and force-sensitives as monsters of utmost danger."

"And you think that your acts would be of help to the order?" A female reptilian Council member scathingly asked.

"The Jedi Order needs some good PR and an image change," Tord defended as he stood his ground in front of the Council and continued, "I am currently known as Alderaan's Hero and the first of the Jedi to slay a Sith in a thousand years. What I can't get is that why can't you understand the good that coming our way with my actions.

I know that I may be circumventing a few things here and there with my use of the Force and the rest of my abilities. That said, there is nothing in the Code or the laws of the Order which prohibit its members to individually act and help the people who are in need of aid. That, and the public is now looking at us more favorably and not continuously referring to us as the Senate's attack dogs."

"But—"

"Enough," Master Yoda and Master Yaddle interjected together.

"Difficult my Padawan, may be. His decisions I trust, without reason he is not. Understand his point, I do. See that the Force shine stronger, means that his actions are of the correct way." Yoda stated as he eyed the other members of the Council.

"Okay, now that Tord's actions are out of the way…We might as well let our young Knight do his first mission." Master Erya announced as she tried to divert the subject with false cheer.