Luke Skywalker (
thefinaljedi) wrote2014-01-25 01:33 am
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20th Transmission: Episode III: Revenge of the Fourth Wall (Catchall)
[Luke Skywalker's usual routine isn't really altered by the presence of newcomers. He's got a wedding to attend, but beyond that he'll be doing his usual parkour runs along the rooftops of Luceti, working on the farm and helping out around the Clinic. Good Spirits is another likely place to find him in the evenings, having a cup of hot chocolate.
[Rei's routine is somewhat broken up by the stream of newcomers and Law's wedding, but when she's not working at Tsukino Shrine she'll be around Luceti's village shopping, eating, and taking care of daily life. Sailor Mars does make an appearance at the Battle Dome as well.]
[Saori goes through life as normal, though these new people are certainly exciting! She'll drift around Luceti on a cloud, watching the people coming and going with obvious interest. This many strangers is definite a sight to see, and she's looking for people that she knows or who seem to be showing an interest in the odd lady flying on a cloud.]
[Anko is a little bit put off by all the newcomers. She'll be in the bakery, basically gorging herself on sweets, and if anyone tries to come near the dango they might find themselves dealing with an irate ninja, a poisonous snake, or both. Once it gets dark, she heads over to Good Spirits for a drink or two. Which might make her happy and social. Or it might make her even more irritable...]
[OOC: This is a catchall for Luke, Rei, Sailor Mars, Saori, and Anko. Just let me know which you want in the header, or if you don't care I'll decide randomly.]
GIMME SOMEONE HORRIBLE
He doesn't wear the cloak. The top of his uniform has long since been destroyed; his pants a little worse for wear but still together. It was clear from the look of him that he had been in a tumble with something or someone but his body itself was still in impeccable shape with hardly a scratch.
He did not have his lightsaber. The place before here had long since taken it from him, but his ability with the force has grown stronger. Yes, he was still one with the Darkside but there was something different. Something Masterless. Something free, almost, with emotions that did not quite strike the same as other Sith. But at what extent had he deviated? Not even he is sure yet.
That is quickly put aside when he feels someone approaching. ]
You asked for it!
Finding the red-skinned alien is easy enough, and she's relieved to see he lacks the wings of the permanent residents. But that doesn't mean she'll leave it alone. Nomi steps into view with arms folded, dressed in sea-green Jedi robes, a lightsaber clearly visible on her waist. Not that her Force presence wouldn't have let him find her blind and in the dark. A blazing supernova of raw potential that dwarfs any Jedi of Maul's era, coupled with a gentle heat in the air around her marks her as the bane of Exar Kun.]
Good day, Master Sith.
Uhuhuhu
There's a quirk upward of his lips and his jaw tilts up. To acknowledge the woman but also to make a very clear statement that he does not see her as anything above or below him regardless. Such, he supposed, would not be unusual. However, while confidence graces his every fiber of being there is a consciousness and caution that he once did not have. Perhaps that others might also lack. He's come to understand the Jedi not as enemies but as opposites. Was there a difference?
Yes. And so they would, most likely, always remain enemies. But there was something to be appreciated. In some of them, anyway. The line between worthy and nemesis, though.. well, it was awfully thin. ]
To whom do I speak?
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I am Grandmaster Nomi Sunrider of Darada. And who might you be?
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I am Maul. [ A distinct lack of Darth and of from where he hails. He'd much rather promote his Iridonian side than the human portion of him that hails from Dathomir. He will find that title again when the time comes, but more and more he disbelieves the 'purpose' he served beneath Lord Sidious. He is more inclined to his own, now. ]
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Not one of Kun's creatures, then. Nor Naga Sadow's. Who was your teacher, Maul?
[Teacher, mentor, corrupter. Who should she blame for your fall? Who stole your light and twisted it? A simple question with a very complex meaning to one of the older Jedi, when Master/Apprentice bonds had more meaning. Particularly to the Master who'd delivered Odan-Urr's code to the Jedi, who'd studied with Thon and Vodo Baas, and who'd united the Jedi and the Republic to quash the Sith. She took a dim view of any who'd spirit away young Force sensitives and tainted them.]
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He is a man that you do not know. [ He says this with confidence. ] Nor would his defeat be yours to have.
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[She continues her circuit, watchful and vigilant, but not threatening him. It wasn't her way, nor the way of any Jedi.]
No, he's someone from long after my time, I'm certain. Mortality is a pity, but it is inevitable. Seeking to live beyond one's time is a fool's errand. Though...[She pauses, thoughtful] Skywalker and Kenobi have told me of what comes. My guidance aids in breaking the darkness of their time. Light once again triumphs over Dark, as it will ever be.
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He does not seem threatening either. Although that presence of darkness is not any stronger or any weaker than it had been upon his arrival. It seems controlled and practiced. Seems would be the most appropriate word for it, though. There is a wildness that always aches to come out. ]
Correct. Someone not brash with his power; but not someone I follow any longer. [ he breaks, listening to the further words before uttering another laugh. ]
Ah, Kenobi. Doesn't he ever die?
[ There's an odd fondness to his insult. Only the kind of fondness someone would have for an enemy that only they feel they should destroy. ] Unless the light infiltrates every corner and crevice of every living breath and every rock and stone blanketed within it, I disagree. With light there will always be shadows cast. Light cannot exist without darkness nor darkness without light.
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[She can say, she knew the man personally. She studied with him, she studied with his master, and she fought him on more than one occasion. Exar's Bane, she'd been called by some.]
And you've broken free of your master? Good for you. The first step towards true freedom is to break those chains. And yes, you're quite right. Though with steps and proper care, shadows can be minimized, and the damage they might do contained. Truly, there's nothing inherently wrong with the Dark Side, merely with how it's employed.
[She smiles bitterly, clearly remembering something long passed. Memories of Uliq and the taint he'd invited on himself with greed and arrogance.]
The accrual of power is useless unless it's used for the benefit of all rather than merely selfish ends. What good is controlling a galaxy for a single lifetime when one can build a legacy that lasts eons? Why destroy when you can create? Nobody forced the Sith into bondage and slavery, that's merely the self-serving fabrication of a long dead murderer who sought to relieve himself of blame.
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The damage they cause is sometimes necessary. If only to prove the problems created by the light. The Republic and Jedi Counsel as I know it is corrupt. Perhaps my Master's plans are different than to merely expose it, but expose it he did.
You assume I follow the desire to rule the Galaxy. Maybe I desire to rule my own; what I call mine. [ He says after a calculated silence. He's thought upon what he knows about his previous Master's plans and he was not taught in the true ways of the Sith as Plagueis and Sidious knew it. He remembers being an instrument; the physical weapon to the mastermind. A pawn, once.
There's a chuckle. ]
But there is a limit to what one can create. Eventually, something needs to die. Eventually somethings use has run its course. Things need to be destroyed and then rebuilt.
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Perhaps, but your Master is no less corrupt. Though, I can respect the desire to rule yourself and be your own man. [She smiles grimly] Though, hurting innocents to do it is something I cannot abide.
[Her green eyes level at him as she completes her circuit, meeting his own.]
And I cannot fault you for feeling that way. The Republic needs rebuilding, even in my time. But one can do that without destroying.
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I would have argued that. [ Would have. He knows what comes of the Empire. He cannot say he is in favor of it. If he was to return, to survive, he thinks - with all he had learned - he may head to Iridonia. Dathomir is of no interest to him. ]
Innocent. Who, precisely, is innocent? [ There's a slight rise of his lips. ] How do you presume to fix your Republic without blood?
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Innocents are people who are not involved in conflicts. The people trampled by war, those hurt by the Hutt Cartels, slaves, children. Anyone who just wants to live and let live, without the hunger to hurt those around them.
And fixing my Republic without blood is a far simpler task than you might think. The Senate has begun taking Jedi advisers, veterans of the Sith War, and instituting reforms on their policies. New member worlds, and a consolidation of the banking guilds and trade federations is underway as well.
[She really sounds hopeful, though, what she doesn't know is that in ten years time the Mandalorian Wars will begin as the Cathar homeworld is destroyed. She herself vanishes
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Those people your Republic are taking will become squabbling egotists more interested in political debate and credits than risking more action; for sake of refusing mess, I suppose. Whatever lie they tell themselves. They're claimed civil pacifists with more blood on their hands than mine. When I take a life, I steal it from them face to face.
The trade routes become over-saturated with smugglers cutting deals between syndicate and officials. The Trade Federation is run by Neimoidian scum, easily gulled in to wrong doings if it keeps their pockets heavy.
There are plenty, force sensitive and not, without alignment. I'm afraid the pendulum sways heavily in the opposite direction than what you would wish to believe.
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[And she can't help it, she laughs merrily.]
Four thousand years is a long time for things to change. I am not so arrogant as to think that they won't revert in time. Stars above, it's been two thousand years since the Republic's dawn and it's already needing reform. But someone will come along and help set things to right again.
Nothing's perfect, so trying to undermine my confidence in change by telling me we live in a world of grey is rather silly. I know this, and still I hope. Because the Force lights the way for me.