[ WP ] Not all force users pass the Jedi trials . You are a young padawan waiting for your food at the cafeteria .

All this way—I came all this way, thousands of light years through hyperspace, spent my last credits, even did some dirty work so those smugglers would take me the rest of the way to Coruscant—and they dismiss in less than five minutes. 
 
 I was the special one on my home planet. My people had heard of a distant prophecy, something about someone who would bring balance to the Galaxy. From a young age my mind manifested its will in the real world—things moved when I was angry, I could hurt people inside their minds if I wanted. 
 
 Some of the people in our village who had traveled closer to the Galactic center knew of an order of warriors called Jedi, who used a mysterious power called the Force, a power that looked a lot like mine. 
 
 Our village scrimped and saved, trained me physically and mentally as best as it knew how, in the hopes that I would go to Coruscant, find the leaders of this order, and train in the ways of the force. My people wanted me to return to them, better, stronger, wiser, and teach future generations the ways of the Force. We would come to power in our sector again. 
 
 And today, the apotheosis of my dream, the beginning of my new life, shot down like Corellian Cruiser flying too low. 
 
 I stood before the council, Yoda, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi—I do n't remember the others. They said they felt a darkness in me, an evil will stirring. I told them about my dream of restoring my planet to its past glory. They said a Jedi must renounce all trappings of a personal life and dedicate himself to the Force. I said I would, but it was too late. Besides, they said. I'm far too old. 
 
 I'm sitting in the cafeteria, head reeling, they at least had the decency to feed me before turning me out onto the street. They'll regret this.. 
 
 All of a sudden I'm not so hungry any more. I've realized something. The power within me can not be taken away by the words of a few old men. I am special. They ca n't decide my fate. If they wo n't train me, someone else will. 
 
 On my long journey here I stopped on a planet called Korriban. In the spaceport there was talk of an academy, a place where those strong in the force can strengthen... *other* abilities. I'll return to Korriban. They will accept me there. And then I will return, and the Jedi Order will know their mistake.
