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// Martial law to quell religious war. And they wonder why
the initial peace talks failed. //
I rubbed the back of my neck, wincing. Unreleased tension
knotted my muscles and stiffened my joints. The
Force-currents here -- especially at the governor's
mansion--felt slimy, moved sluggishly. Even the air felt
stale.
Ironic--as a child I'd loathed meditation. Few things bored
me faster than sitting in one position and thinking of one
thing for an hour or more. Now, I'd cheerfully trade minor
body organs in order to restore my center.
I wanted *off* this planet. The Order's wisest, the
Republic's greatest diplomats, and the Guardians of the
Mind's Eye together couldn't end this war. No amount of words
could change hearts that had embraced hatred.
The recorder wands lay on my worktable, evidence of
concentration camps and mass graves. I didn't want to send
for Qui-Gon...but oath and duty demanded it.
~Finis~
Interpretation: The qualities of grace and dexterity,
diplomacy and understanding. Certain types of spying. An
upsetting message. --Eden Gray, Mastering the Tarot.