18 Visions of Qui-Gon

It was a nice a warm day in the Temple.

In a garden that was long forgotten in the Temple's floor plans and had been refurbished by a selected number of people, Tord sat with his friends. All of them watching as gardening droids took care of the green areas and cleaning droids made the large gazebo that they constantly used sparkle as if it was new.

Silence hung in the air after Mace and Tord shared what happened to them a few days ago. The Korun simply kept himself quiet while he waited for the output of the rest of his friends. Meanwhile, the silvernette was busying himself with looking at a datapad that showed the overall status of the droids that he placed in the private garden that they were using.

"So…Tord's basically avoiding Qui because of a vision that showed him that our youngest is going to hurt his baby?" Kit tested out as he finally lost the patience to sit still and be quiet.

"Yes, I did." The reincarnator calmly affirmed with an impassive mask. The Force around him was serenely calm which made the silvernette unreadable to his companions.

Mace sighed at how things were going. Nonetheless, he was glad that whatever it was that happened to Tord was not going to happen now. The green gem eyed male made sure of it, that can be sure since there was nothing that could be felt from the other. It was as if the silvernette was a clear river that hid nothing even with its large width and depth.

"Please, Tord. Can you tell us what's really going on? I mean, we understand that you're wary about Qui-Gon and what he could possibly do to your child. That said, there has to be more, right?" Plo pleaded as he reached out a hand to Tord that was seated beside him.

Hesitation could then be visibly seen as the silvernette finally put down the datapad that he was holding on the table and intertwined his fingers to Plo's held out hand. Not long after, they could feel the other's impenetrable shields coming down and Tord's Force signature gently prodding at them as an invitation to come look on what was within his mind.

Kit, Mace and Plo then looked at each other for a moment before agreeing that they should get on with it. Their own mental shields came down as they took the devil horned man's invitation; delving into his mind.

At that, Tord simply closed his eyes and waited.

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The aftermath of what happened was decidedly complicated.

Plo had a conflicted look on his face while drinking his tea. Meanwhile, Kit decided that he might as well go on stress eating as the Senior Padawan demolished plates of food after another. Mace, on the other hand, was away from them as he continuously repeated his Vaapad Katas; trying to burn off whatever emotion that he was feeling.

Tord simply watched his friends handle the dreadful aftermath and provided Plo and Kit with the comfort food that they needed as the silence dragged on.

"I-I can't believe that Qui-Gon would end up becoming like that," the Kel-Dor murmured as he sipped more of his tea and finally gave attention to the calm silvernette before them.

"That was just pure abuse!" Kit exploded as he slammed down the spoon that he was eating from and glared off into the distance.

"Qui-Gon is nothing more but a child right now," Tord reminded his friends as much as empty those words sounded and felt.

"Mace convinced you to think like that, Tord. However, now that we know, you should just drop the act already." Kit pointed out.

"But—"

"Is that how you really feel, Tord?" Plo asked as he gave the devil horned human an assessing stare which earned him a sigh and the slumped form of the elder.

"It doesn't really matter now, guys. Mace is right. It was quite rather unprofessional and Un-Jedi-like of me to condemn Qui-Gon for a crime he has yet to do. As of the moment, Qui-Gon is just twelve years standard. The person in my vision was older and already a Jedi Master in right." Tord spoke as he tried to convince everyone in the area and even including himself.

"We are Jedi. We can't-we can't just judge someone because of a vision. We shouldn't allow it to cloud our minds," Mace added in with his voice that was tightly controlled as he continued his furious Katas.

The hesitance of the group now found itself prominent in the room. Doubts were being raised and the knowledge that what had they soon could true.

They had a choice, to let Qui-Gon out of their clique or allow the boy to stay with them.

That said, as the silence only got longer by the hour, Tord finally broke the quietness and offered softly, "Let him stay. I want to give him the benefit of doubt. I-I want to know that Qui won't be like that."

Resigned sighs then rang out. Mace trudged back towards them as Kit pulled the slumped silver haired human into his lap. Plo—being one to support—scooted his seat closer and placed his hand on Tord's held out palm.

"Let's give Qui-Gon a chance. Let us all give him a chance," Mace murmured just loud enough for them to hear as he too brought a chair closer to their friends and anchored himself from his feelings by holding onto Tord's knee.

"We will all get through this. We will." Tord insisted as he wrapped his friends with his Force signature and sent them with hope to calm their worries.

Trying to look more confident, the silvernette gave a smile and prayed to whatever higher being that was out there that his visions about Qui-Gon were wrong.