Articles by Elpsis Kerrigan

((This entry is set shortly after the events of Into Darkness)) It is over. The Grand Inquisitor is dead. All that's left of him is ash and a skeleton. I've kept his skull. It shall remind of a time when I was...weak. Suffering. Naive. Someone else's puppet. Never again. Serene Springs is no...

All things considered, Diona's cell is not too bad. There's light in it. It is clean. No loudspeakers droning out non-stop propaganda. There are no rats waiting to gnaw at her. Unlike the filthy cell the Inquisition put me in. The one she put me in. Bile rises in my stomach. I try to suppress it...

We have left Tephrike behind us. Its orb grows more and more distant. In terms of space, at least. The scars remain. They are etched inside my flesh. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to leave this planet behind me. Maybe one day I shall return. To set things right? With blood and fire. Or to...

"What is this?" "A training dummy." Stating the obvious, I know. "I am aware." "And your first enemey." "Are you trying to mock me? I have fought in battles. You told me that you would teach me to be strong and fight like you!" I can feel Rhea's irritation. She is probably glaring. "I did, and...

Three skeletal droids level their blasters at Rhea. Each is in the rapid fire configuration and set on stun with the pain setting amped up. Each unleashes a furious salvoe of blaster bolts. Each droid is in contact with the other, sharing data to coordinate their attacks. And Rhea leaps into...

I am, all things considered, not much of a duellist. I know the basics, I know what's dumb. That's about it. Forms? I've never bothered much. I stick things with the pointy end. It works - mostly. I prefer fire. Nyssa, on the other hand, revels in it. Blade on blade, she is fury, strength and...

Here we are again. Jailer, torturer, victim, saviour. I hate Diona. I don't hate her. Somehow I keep coming back to her cell and we find ourselves here. Trapped. Her quarters are nicer than mine were. She is not locked into a tiny, squalid cell infested with rats. Or chained and shackled. It is...

Light, Dark. Those are words that allow people to break the Galaxy into good and evil, to categorise virtue and vice. There is the angel on your shoulder, and the devil. It's all too simple. Commit atrocities, blame it on an external demon you had no control over. But there is no naughty demon...

I am starting to understand why Mother grumbles so much about needing a cane. My bad leg has yet to fully heal. The doctors say I am lucky to walk at all. They also say I should take it easy, sit down and let nature take its course. I cannot take it slow. When I am idle, I am dragged back to the...