Contemplation
Corik spent a week in his quarters training his lightsaber skills, his mind, and his power. All the while he contemplated what he had recently witnessed. He kept asking the same questions. Was Capula really the corporation that invaded and destroyed his home planet not months before? Was the resistance really fighting for the right cause? Were the Jedi on the wrong side? How could they be? They were supposed to be a light to the world, the shining examples of goodness. They couldn’t be letting this happen. They certainly had enough strength to stop it, and if they did why wouldn’t they? It didn’t make any sense.
He remembered back to the killings on Ijuta. His Jedi friend had inexplicably killed someone right in front of him. But he was too enthralled in the idea of becoming a Jedi to think or ask about what had just happened. It must have been someone from the resistance, someone looking to put a stop to this mess Corik had so recently been opened to. He wondered if the system Gylia he had been on had suffered the same fate as Topan.
He needed to find answers. But what would he say, or ask? If they truly were on the wrong side, what would they do to him should he try to correct them? They would tear him apart. No, he couldn’t turn to the Jedi, not even his own Master.
He needed to do something, however. He would have to leave, and take action on his own. His week of intense training was enough. He felt confident he could put a hole in Capula’s plot, perhaps one big enough to let the resistance in to blow it to pieces. Capula’s headquarters would be the place to do it. The target would be some high level officer, maybe even the leader, and he couldn’t think of any better place to find him or her.
He peered outside the door and glanced in both directions, making sure the coast was clear, and sprinted down to where the speeders were kept. Making sure nobody was watching, he sped off towards headquarters.