"Ordinary People are not to be underestimated. It was their hands that built this Galaxy, and they
are the cogs and gears that keep it running. But the Force is still stronger, and smarter, than all of us billions--
trillions put together. Yes, Tarkin answered to a Sith Lord, but that was only a matter of circumstance at that point. The Republic was so corrupt, having not just done damage to itself, but to the whole Galaxy through the sheer weight of incompetence and banality that even if Palpatine was
not a Sith Lord, the empire still would have formed, just not necessarily under Palpatine. Whoever was in his place might have had to do things a bit different...their machinations, certainly, might have taken longer, been less complex...less intricate. But it would have still formed, and it would have still had the same level of evil and corruption." Lyssa said to
Micheal Nox
. "You still haven't provided a means to actually kill it, yet. Smarter, stronger, better organized people than you have tried. And The Force, without exception or bias, or pity, or
remorse used the very moves they thought would take them closer to killing it, and turned all those steps and strategies into the very rope that was used to hang them." Lyssa asserted.
At the insult
Percival Io
made towards her, she simply shot him a look.
"Phyre-Shaped
Boy." she replied quietly, indicating she had
always known a lot more about him than she let on. "Phyre-Written
Brain... Xiphos-built
Body...Rebecca-Shaped
Heart... Nuetralizer-forged
Kin... Xiphos-written
Faith..."
Each sentence a reminder that he himself would not exist without the Force Users he so hated. How could he live amongst them all this time and not understand? How could he not understand his mother, even without the Force,
still would have made the decisions she did, and her decisions
still would have had the often destructive results they had, even if she had been forced to resort to more mundane tactics. A proper det pack could do just as much damage as a Force Repulse. Was there any functional difference in the result between Darth Nihilus draining Katarr or some admiral ordering Base Delta Zero on a planet?
You possess abilities that would make you a Demi-God in primitive cultures, and even a few modern ones. Same with me. she spoke to him wirelessly, her 'internal' voice lacking malice.
How long before 'No one should have that power' applies to you?
With the right upgrades, even 'you' could devastate worlds like a real Force User. I've seen the schematics.
She then turned her attention to those present.
"Make no mistake: Every single person who has taken a direct shot has been the ultimate author of their own demise." Lyssa spoke impassively, ignoring the barbs at her. They didn't understand. Even her foolish, hurting brother didn't understand, so blinded by his pain over Rebecca. Uncaring of the fact he had been brought back from the dead, given a second chance after the original him died in disgrace and ignominy, taking the Life of his brother after Xiphos declared Galahad hands off. The Parliament was still heartbroken and furious over Galahad's senseless death, not caring that his attempted defection could have placed House Io in danger.
But it was clear the man would not hear her. He had slipped into the same self important ego-trip Solipsis had suffered. With a nod he ordered his followers to disperse and began walking off. Determined to have the last word to his hopeless proclamation of overthrowing the Force out of some bizarre, alien sense of pride she was not used to experiencing, Lyssa called out to him.
"You don't even
see yet how it's already working it out. How to destroy you, I mean. Or rather, how to arrange your
own moves to destroy you and those who follow you. The Vong came to this Galaxy because they had fethed around so hard with it.
It literally kicked them out of their own Galaxy. You have no chance."
But she had said what she had to say to such ridiculousness. She turned to
Percival Io
.
"You disappoint me, Little Brother. I had thought you better than being taken in by the words of a common crackpot with delusions of grandeur." she said crossly, folding her arms. "All are family in the House, regardless of Force Sensitivity or not."
Then she sighed, likely having anticipated some no doubt salient point he had been ready to make about the messy personal details of the Leadership.
"Sure, it's deeply, horribly dysfunctional family at times, with, long, amusing stretches of random gore and bloodshed, and occasionally one of our older brothers wandering onto a college campus on some core world with a squirt bottle and box of tarantulas to feth with the students...but it's still our family, and taking the Force out of the equation would only change a few things about the nature of our family, and not necessarily for the better."
Her Nanite formed silver eyes narrowed at him.
"If not for the Force, Your mother would never have grown up in this era, and our entire House, the Nuetralizers themselves, might never have come into existence. Or if we did, we would almost certainly be not as we are...an actual
race of machines. I refuse to accept that the Force doesn't have a place in this Galaxy. Because it might as well be saying it would be better if
I myself, didn't exist."