Juliana Traydor sat within the ship's meditation room as she let her black hair fall to just above her shoulders. She was clothed in dark blue robs, which covered her body and hugged her form - a peculiarity for many of the Jedi opted for the traditional brown and white robes. She had left her set - the very same which her master had bestowed upon her - back on Curoscant within her quarters at the Jedi Temple. She felt little need to carry it with her, for the initiation of the great war between the Separatist and Republic hardly allowed her to carry such comforts. Clearing her mind of such things, she focused inward as she felt her consciousness separate from her body.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.
She recited those words silently within her mind as she reached out through the force. Balancing the desires, hatred, and wants was integral for any who were force sensitive. When there was no emotion to pressure an action, decisions are made with objectivity and sound. Letting go and accepting that death was part of life, a continuum that many had learned to fear, lies the force. The force was the energy that surrounds every living thing in the galaxy. With only the slightest of nudges, Juliana was able to feel the souls whom crewed this ship. Each one pulsed with the vibrant flow of life, a beautiful and cherished thing.
It had been hours since Juliana had shut out the world and had began to sort through her thoughts. The ship that transported her was getting ready to dock as she had begun to steel herself for a very unpleasant conversation. She had just come from a world as she - just barely - killed a Sith Lord. It was a great feat - so said the Council of Masters. She had felt pride seep into her, but immediately stamped it out for there was no pride in taking a life - even if it belonged to a dark jedi, users of the Dark Side. She remembered, after she had plunged her light sabre into the sith's chest, his apprentice. Now masterless, Juliana had wondered if it'd be kinder to send her back into the force. Close to carrying out the heinous act, she instead was given a more shocking proposition. The Council had spoken to her in private about this matter as she still remembered the apprehension that filled her. They wanted someone to turn her. To convert her. Once a jedi had turned to the dark side, it was no simple feat to turn away from. It tempts you with the most wonderful rushes of power. Promises to fulfill desires that led to jealously and obsession. All of these things was what masters at the temple had spent lifetimes trying to let go. Still, though the odds were already against her, she had volunteered.
She heard the single knock as she slowly opened her eyes. "Enter."
The door slid open as a republic naval officer walked forward and bowed. "Master jedi," he said. He promptly stood back up, clearly not a stranger to military discipline. "We have docked. At your leisure, we shall disembark and accompany you to the sith prisoner."
She hid a smirk that tugged at her lips as she uncrossed her legs. She had felt refreshed after being in her meditative state, as if she were born anew. There was an emphasis on the man's last words that contained an ample amount of contempt. She couldn't blame him. "We will leave for the cell immediately then." She began to walk towards the door as she readjusted her matching gloves that stretched to her midarm. "It'll do us some good to be away from this place as quickly as possible. You've received the destination for our next destination, no?"
"We have, master jedi."
She nodded as she dismissed him. She quickly made her way to the exit of the ship as her black boots echoed silently against the metal floor. She breathed in and slowly breathed out and began to steel herself for her next encounter.
Juliana observed in silence as the sith apprentice wailed and slammed her fists against the force wall that contained her. Ysalamiri cages, rendering the force unusable within its confines, was a terrible yet practical invention that had been employed for those such as her. She had told the detachment of clones that accompanied her to wait outside with the prison guards as she opted to enter alone. The less she distressed this individual - who was clearly very much in distress - the easier it would be to talk with her. Having observed her so far, she felt compelled to believe her efforts would be in vain.
She listened quietly as the girl began to speak. She noted the blood and the broken hand. Emotion. It induced rash action when one gave in to it. When the sith apprentice finished, she spoke in her medium sing-song voice. "How is your hand?" she said as she walked closer towards the barrier that stood between herself and the prisoner. "Such rashness only brings about more harm onto yourself. Take it as you will, but I'm not here to kill you." She clasped her hands behind her back as she kept looking at the girl with soft, concerned eyes. How far was this girl on the path to darkness she wondered to herself. "Instead of killing because of simple association, I come with the hopes of turning you away from the path you've chosen. The dark side of the force. Many fall for its temptation because of the power it promises. However, through their hubris and blindness, the sith are often blind to the corruption that consumes them from within. It ... is my hope to turn you away from this path and back into the light side. Before it becomes to late for you."