First draft

Many believe the life of a Jedi is filled with adventure. They fight against dark forces, explore unknown worlds, and serve the republic as ambassadors, warriors, and great leaders.

Jedi are heroes, the guardians of the republic---that's what everyone thinks.

In reality, a Jedi spend most of his time studying or worse listening to other, older Jedi rumbling about the force or spreading their nonsensical theories about harmony, serenity, and peace, of course.

It's almost like a sport for the old masters, a way to keep living through their padawans. Because that's the thing: a Jedi always know when his end is near. He can feel it, deep down. But instead of spending the little time they have left doing something new, maybe living a little for a change, what those old masters do?"

They try to pass on the outdated knowledge left in their little and withered minds to the next generation.

The problem is they succeed...most of the time.

And so, thousands of years after the first Jedi decided to found the accursed order, their philosophy still endures in the form of the crippling virus everyone call "the Jedi code".

Personally, I never accepted to be brainwashed by their little cult. When the pathetic Jedi, the man who later on became my master, found me on the shithole I called home, I never agreed to be chained by their creed, stripped of everything that makes me special.

Maybe things would have been different if those worthless scums who gave birth to me didn't sell me to the order for a few credits like a third class whore auctioned on Nal Hutta.

Maybe I would have never discovered what the order really is. I would have never known what they had done.

But now I do.

I know they built a religion, an entire faith based on a lie, and just for one reason.

They were afraid.

Because that's the truth about the mighty Jedi order; It's entirely based on fear. It reeks of it.

Fear of emotions, fear of the dark side, fear of their own self.

Fear.

They try to hide it, built a pretty little cage and lied to everyone, themselves included, just to convince everyone the galaxy needs rules. It needs peace.

But I know the truth.

And the truth is the galaxy is chaos.

You can create a society, manage the people like bots, and hope everyone will behave according to your misguided idea of truth, or even build something bigger, like a republic, and believe you brought order and harmony in the sea of chaos of our reality.

But that's just an illusion.

People don't need to be protected, or guided.

They need to be ruled, and not through serenity, harmony or the other bullshit the Jedi want you to believe.

But using their fears, their hatred, their anger; giving them what they crave and then take it away from them.

Because there is no peace in chaos.

There is only me.