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"You don't know the power of the Dark Side."
Shy, reserved and quiet. Acutely self-aware, Alaki prefers to keep to herself, more due to the unbearable shame of falling to the Dark Side, failing the Jedi, and her corrupt appearance than anything else. Almost always respectful towards others and completely submissive to her superiors, she comes off as overly compliant, displaying exaggerated esteem for anyone who holds more power than her. Truly, the Chiss does her best to avoid getting into trouble and receiving undesirable attention. All changes when the young woman enters a battle, her moderate exterior cracks and reveals the fires of hate fuming within, fuelled by Sith training. Although Alaki would deny it, too ashamed, she has developed a bloodthirsty streak that revels in the sensation of absolute freedom and dominance offered by fighting; the woman only feels truly alive on the battlefield, pitting her skills against another and coming out as the sole survivor. On the bright side, she acknowledges this problem to herself and purposely hesitates before drawing her weapon and joining the fray, be it for better or worse.
Fascinated by power and those who wield it, the young Chiss definitely favours the Sith in terms of raw strength, yet it is her own anxiety, conscience and unwillingness to cross the line of no return that hold her back. As such, she finds herself stuck between two vastly different orders and teachings she has been exposed to, unable to escape the state of chaos it sprawled within her mind, all sense of balance lost. It is necessary to say she is not comfortable with being a Dark Jedi, yet her indecision whether to pursue the Sith or Jedi ways prevents her from becoming either, fuelling the young woman's frustration that boils down to pure hatred devoted to herself. No sleepless nights filled with contemplation or meditation can take away the self-destructive repugnance or help her come to terms with things she had done, leaving her mentally scarred, full of fear. Fear of punishment, fear of death, fear to directly confront her past deeds and move on. The long and painful process of redemption was never said to be easy though.
Following the Jedi Code is a battle in its own right - the Sith Code continues to tempt her, its simplicity and rewards far outweigh anything the Jedi could ever offer. Despite the realization the Dark Side is devouring her whole, she cannot find the strength to resist, giving into the addiction for a momentary relief.
Despite Alaki's physical aptitude for lightsaber combat is further emphasized by the young Chiss' concentration on the aggressive Way of the Krayt Dragon and its primary disciplines, Shien and Djem So. Bringing heavy focus on counter-attacks and redirecting blaster bolts to their origin to the table, the fifth form provides Alaki with excellent offense and defense, going hand in hand with the Chiss' ferocious spirit. As of right now, the fallen Jedi could be considered an adept at handling Form V's moves. Another style known to the corrupt Jedi is Shii-Cho with its basics and, more importantly, Jar'Kai, the technique of dual-wielding lightsabers that makes it possible to hold off multiple opponents and overwhelm them with flurry of slashes.
As far as the young woman's abilities in the Force go, there is nothing too unusual; the very basic powers taught to all students, from telepathy, Art of Movement and Force sense to telekinesis. Only the latter is worth mentioning, having been honed and tempered by tireless practice long enough to become a weapon in its own right. The only technique to be considered advanced within the Chiss' arsenal is Force rage, which lets the Chiss tap into the Dark Side's endless power reserves and channel the ferocious anger through her own body, each use bringing her closer to the doomful fate she wishes to escape.
After Alaki's return to the Jedi, the fallen Padawan started to don comfortable clothing that allows her motions to remain fluid. Clean white undertunic and brown tunic, both sleeveless, cover the woman's torso and reveal a comlink adorning her left wrist. The colour of white continues down her legs in form of tight pants, with the Chiss' feet tightly swathed in light beige wraps that go up to her knees. As a reminder of her past, Alaki keeps both lightsabers she had created during her time with the Jedi Order and the One Sith respectively, carrying the hilts on a belt that also holds her personal datapad as well. It should be noted one lightsaber is an exact replica of Darth Vader's weapon and conceals a sentient crystal inside its metallic shell.
Why do you wish to know about me? I am nobody worthy of knowing.
You still persist? Very well.
My name is Krurmaa'lak'iliruc, though most people call me Alaki. I understand that Chiss names are hard to pronounce in Basic. I am a Dark Jedi Padawan, as shameful as it is, hoping to find my place in the galaxy.
No, don’t run away. Your knights in shining armor won’t help you. They are weak. I know that. I was one of them.
I was such a fool.
As thousands of Padawans, I naively believed to have the power to change the galaxy. Spending endless hours in meditation and reciting the Jedi Code over and over again should have prepared me to face the greatest evil of all evils, the cancer of the galaxy as some of my teachers called them, the Sith. Nothing more than a brainwashed girl, I studied the arts of lightsaber combat in hopes of continuing my path of becoming a Jedi Knight and doing my part in exterminating the enemies of the Jedi.
As such, I thought myself to be ready for them when they launched their attack on Coruscant. I was ready to die for the Jedi and the Republic. My inner peace, the Light Side of the Force was supposed to easily overpower any and all of my opponents, guide my lightsaber to cut through their darkness. Too late I realized that talk about light always defeating the dark was just another of the Jedi lies. When I finally stood against a true Sith, felt the death, suffering and chaos in the Force, I knew no light could save me. The Dark Side itself flew out of my opponent’s hand and knocked the lightsaber out of my hands before another burst of Force lightning found its target in my torso. In that very moment, as the Dark Side coursed through my body and I resisted, which only resulted in more pain, I finally came to a realization I did not want to die. Call me a coward, but feeling the full power of your enemy corrupting your very soul strips even the bravest of Jedi of their arrogance, leaving nothing more than the basic instinct to survive at all cost.
My resistance stopped with my mind leaving the realm of consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself to be tied and the face of my enemy greeted me with a cruel smile. I faced a simple choice; join the Sith or die as a Jedi. Trying to meditate and find peace in my final moments, I reached out through the Force to find a light in the darkness, but the only thing I found was his presence radiating power. The Dark Side felt unnatural at first, but once I accepted it, it purified my soul and purged the light clouding my mind.
The Jedi were not worth dying for. Their weakness was in stark contrast with the power Sith offered. Don’t the strong have right to rule over the weak? Why should I serve the Jedi weaklings? The Dark Side offered the greatest of all powers, and I listened to it, accepting the offer…
You might have heard many legends and rumours surrounding the Sith training. The brutality and focus on weeding out the weak. The death rate. The betrayal.
It's all true. The training is as brutal as it gets, but do not think it is a pointless cruelty. It is supposed to make the students strong, turn weeping boys and girls into ruthless men and women that are ready to become true Sith and carry on the teachings of the Dark Side. It is not uncommon for the students to lose their limbs their life. It is natural rivalry runs high among the students who want to distinguish themselves to attract attention of a potential Master. The sense of paranoia, the constant need to watch your back drives you crazy at times. Even the most routine of trainings can change into a duel where you fight to the death.
Dark Jedi are not treated nicely, at least the former Padawans are not. While the life of an Acolyte isn't easy either, the sheer amount of restrictions placed upon you when you are not a pure Sith is insane! You have to sleep outside of the Temple, you can eat only what you seize for yourself as nobody will give you a hot meal, you are not allowed to wear proper clothing, you can forget about having an access to the Sith resources, many Acolytes will fight you just to test their abilities on an inferior target... Oh, did I mention most Acolytes treat you as the lowest filth? Irritating, yes, but at least they don't want to kill you, as you are not worthy of dying by their hands.
There is no place for friendship. Mutually beneficial alliances, yes. But true friendship? No. You are on your own, you can rely on nobody but yourself and your own abilities.
As with everything Sith do, their treatment of Dark Jedi is not a pointless evil. As a former Jedi, you still adhere to the Jedi Code to some extent, you still follow the Light Side. You are not a Sith material. The instructors need to break you, turn you into a selfish animal fighting for survival, caring for nothing but yourself. You need to learn how to hate, to embrace the Dark Side and purge the ways of the Jedi out of your body and mind! It is a long, painful process, one that will make you stronger if you give into your passion... or resist it and die. A simple, yet effective concept. Sith always knew how to turn weaklings into powerful warriors.
That is my preference as well, close up and personal. Take a look at this lightsaber!
No, don't worry and come closer, I promise I won't hurt you...
See? If you have any interest in history, you probably know of Darth Vader, right? The Dark Knight who had almost exterminated the Jedi once and for all? I like to believe we share some similarities. Both of us have betrayed the Jedi Order and joined the Sith, both of us practiced the same form and focused on lightsaber combat. He may be dead, but he still serves as an idol I can look up to, see what I want to become! I have constructed my lightsaber with his weapon's design in mind. It contains a special lightsaber crystal. You probably don't know much about these things, listener, but you definitely do know most lightsabers don't talk. This one does. It has a personality, too. I have named it Lord Vader in the Dark Lord's honor. It will serve me until I die, unlike my Jedi lightsaber.
There was progress though. I have participated in the battle of Empress Teta... what?... no, not the Republic. Mandalorians. It was my first taste of battle after I have joined the One Sith. At first, I was scared. Frightened, even. Like everyone else, I have heard the stories of mighty warriors capable of killing Force users with their bare hands. There might have been a bit of truth to those stories hundreds of years ago, yet I found Mandalorians to be... not very terrifying. What they have in their impenetrable armor and bravado, they lack in everything else. Would you believe they rely on their armor so heavily they don't even use cover most of the time? Hah, I know it's funny, right?!
While some of my fear remained, it got pushed back by the adrenaline pulsing through my veins and the fact all those stories could not have been farther from the truth. Mandalorians are cowards, weaklings hiding in their beskar shells. They are not worthy opponents! I, the lowest of the low, have survived the battle against the supposedly battle-hardened veterans. Sure, I have earned myself many bruises and scars that day, but I am alive. That proves Mandalorians are weak!
As you surely know, the battle ended as our victory, displaying the dominance of Sith over weaker beings for the entire galaxy to see. In that day, I realized I came one step closer to becoming a Sith. The relentless campaigns continued to claim the galaxy one sector at a time, victories more and more permeated by savage atrocities. Back then, I basked in the intense sensations of the Dark Side growing stronger each day, dismissing the toll it has taken on my body. An insignificant price for power.
For how long though? The unstoppable war machine started to devour itself, ripping its own strength apart in fits of fury. Coups became a common occurrence, adding even more blood to the already bloodstained flag of the One Sith. And then it ended, just like that. With no leader to fill the empty throne before meeting an untimely demise, it all fell apart like a house of cards. It was then that my conscience has finally caught up with me, the fool who had believed it to be dead.
Once more, I find myself wondering; who am I? I ask the Light Side, but it doesn't respond. Only the Dark Side promises to give me all the answers, whispers of its seductive voice trying to soothe my concern.
I don't trust it. Not anymore, not after seeing the Sith fall.
It's still there, in my veins. Much to my horror, I realize I will never be free of it. Unless I follow the teachings I have denounced - I don't have a choice, I never had any choice! Do you think I wanted to be like this... ?! If the Jedi were not so weak... !
No, I must.
I must embrace the Light Side before I destroy myself...
Ironic, isn't it?
It was fear what ripped me from the Light Side's compassion. It is fear what will bring me back.
Training, classes
Missions, skirmishes, invasions, dominions
—Darth Vader
- Name: Krurmaa'lak'iliruc
- Species: Chiss
- Gender: Female
- Age: 17
- Height: 167 cm
- Weight: 48 kg
- Eyes: Red
- Skin: Blue
- Hair: Jet Black
- Faction: Silver Sanctum Coalition
- Rank: Padawan
- Class: Sentinel
- Homeworld: Coruscant
- Force-sensitive: Yes
- Sexuality: Heterosexual
- Marital Status: Single
- True Neutral
- Voice
- Theme
Shy, reserved and quiet. Acutely self-aware, Alaki prefers to keep to herself, more due to the unbearable shame of falling to the Dark Side, failing the Jedi, and her corrupt appearance than anything else. Almost always respectful towards others and completely submissive to her superiors, she comes off as overly compliant, displaying exaggerated esteem for anyone who holds more power than her. Truly, the Chiss does her best to avoid getting into trouble and receiving undesirable attention. All changes when the young woman enters a battle, her moderate exterior cracks and reveals the fires of hate fuming within, fuelled by Sith training. Although Alaki would deny it, too ashamed, she has developed a bloodthirsty streak that revels in the sensation of absolute freedom and dominance offered by fighting; the woman only feels truly alive on the battlefield, pitting her skills against another and coming out as the sole survivor. On the bright side, she acknowledges this problem to herself and purposely hesitates before drawing her weapon and joining the fray, be it for better or worse.
Fascinated by power and those who wield it, the young Chiss definitely favours the Sith in terms of raw strength, yet it is her own anxiety, conscience and unwillingness to cross the line of no return that hold her back. As such, she finds herself stuck between two vastly different orders and teachings she has been exposed to, unable to escape the state of chaos it sprawled within her mind, all sense of balance lost. It is necessary to say she is not comfortable with being a Dark Jedi, yet her indecision whether to pursue the Sith or Jedi ways prevents her from becoming either, fuelling the young woman's frustration that boils down to pure hatred devoted to herself. No sleepless nights filled with contemplation or meditation can take away the self-destructive repugnance or help her come to terms with things she had done, leaving her mentally scarred, full of fear. Fear of punishment, fear of death, fear to directly confront her past deeds and move on. The long and painful process of redemption was never said to be easy though.
Following the Jedi Code is a battle in its own right - the Sith Code continues to tempt her, its simplicity and rewards far outweigh anything the Jedi could ever offer. Despite the realization the Dark Side is devouring her whole, she cannot find the strength to resist, giving into the addiction for a momentary relief.
- Fit - Undeniably one of the fallen Jedi's greatest strengths, if not the greatest. Jedi or Sith, hers was always the way of a lightsaber. Agile and quick on her feet while also tough and strong, she delivers fast, powerful blows to overpower whoever stands in her path and charges her opponents head-on; after mustering the courage to do so.
- Determined - Beneath all the shy and withdrawn exterior hides a desperate desire to achieve something and prove to herself that she can become a Jedi, overcome the Dark Side's lure. The same stubborn flame of her will to survive and win at any cost burns during battles as well.
- Wrathful - Without any doubt, the Chiss is capable of utilizing anger to her advantage. Empowering Dark Side techniques intimately familiar to her prove to be invaluable and superior to their Light Side counterparts time and time again, giving her the triumphant edge she needs in particularly brutal or lengthy battles.
- Repentant - Failing miserably to silence that pesky conscience, Alaki regrets many atrocities she had committed alongside the One Sith. The drive to right some of her past wrongs strongly influences the Chiss' actions and proves there is still a redeemable and compassionate Jedi inside.
- Cowardly - Alaki's true weakness presents itself in a frantic fear of death. After her fall, she cannot find peace in the Jedi concept of becoming one with the Force, too weak to overcome the crippling fear through Sith principles. When no will to fight is left in her, she'll crawl and beg for her life rather than face defeat with dignity.
- Hesitant - Constantly hampered by doubt and self-loathing impacts the fallen Padawan's loyalties; too corrupt to be a Jedi and too fearful to make it as a Sith. Painfully aware she had failed equally as both, Alaki cannot bring herself to pick one path or the other. Fully realizing each fight delivers her closer to the Dark Side, this trait plagues her before battles as well.
- Corrupt - Fully recovering from her devastating addiction to the Dark Side is a challenging task, definitely not helped by the fact Alaki is unable to reject the incredible power it offers. The sweet taste of this forbidden fruit is overly tempting to be refused, further twisting the fallen Jedi's body and soul, much to her shame.
- Unscrupulous - It would be wrong to claim Alaki completely lacks morals - the fallen Jedi does have a sense of honour and can determine right and wrong. It is the absence of strength to hold onto those that drags her away from redemption. This lack of will manifests into readiness to dismiss the Jedi way and embrace Sith teachings whenever convenient.
Despite Alaki's physical aptitude for lightsaber combat is further emphasized by the young Chiss' concentration on the aggressive Way of the Krayt Dragon and its primary disciplines, Shien and Djem So. Bringing heavy focus on counter-attacks and redirecting blaster bolts to their origin to the table, the fifth form provides Alaki with excellent offense and defense, going hand in hand with the Chiss' ferocious spirit. As of right now, the fallen Jedi could be considered an adept at handling Form V's moves. Another style known to the corrupt Jedi is Shii-Cho with its basics and, more importantly, Jar'Kai, the technique of dual-wielding lightsabers that makes it possible to hold off multiple opponents and overwhelm them with flurry of slashes.
As far as the young woman's abilities in the Force go, there is nothing too unusual; the very basic powers taught to all students, from telepathy, Art of Movement and Force sense to telekinesis. Only the latter is worth mentioning, having been honed and tempered by tireless practice long enough to become a weapon in its own right. The only technique to be considered advanced within the Chiss' arsenal is Force rage, which lets the Chiss tap into the Dark Side's endless power reserves and channel the ferocious anger through her own body, each use bringing her closer to the doomful fate she wishes to escape.
Displaying all the usual traits of a typical Chiss, Alaki’s glowing red eyes, blue skin and jet black hair that reach down to her shoulders make it extremely easy to identify her race. The same can be said about the woman's close relationship with the Dark Side - years of relentless and excessive pursuit of forbidden powers have taken their toll on her physical appearance, engraving numerous signs of Dark Side corruption; pale skin adorned by cracks and visible veins pulsating in black crimson. Fortunately for her, these signs did nothing to damage the well-toned and muscular physique, something fairly common among those who aspire to become proud warriors of the Force. This is certainly helped by Alaki adhering to a strict diet, honing her body further by frequent exercises, and the fast metabolism of the Chiss species.After Alaki's return to the Jedi, the fallen Padawan started to don comfortable clothing that allows her motions to remain fluid. Clean white undertunic and brown tunic, both sleeveless, cover the woman's torso and reveal a comlink adorning her left wrist. The colour of white continues down her legs in form of tight pants, with the Chiss' feet tightly swathed in light beige wraps that go up to her knees. As a reminder of her past, Alaki keeps both lightsabers she had created during her time with the Jedi Order and the One Sith respectively, carrying the hilts on a belt that also holds her personal datapad as well. It should be noted one lightsaber is an exact replica of Darth Vader's weapon and conceals a sentient crystal inside its metallic shell.
The nature of Alaki's uncontrolled dive into the Dark Side's pits has successfully erased most of the Chiss' old Jedi-like signature. As twisted and corrupt as a former Light Side practitioner can be, Alaki's presence exhibits strong traces of the Dark Side and an occasional chaotic mingle with the last remains of the light. Curiously enough, those small sparks of compassion and humanity have proven impossible to extinguish.
Why do you wish to know about me? I am nobody worthy of knowing.
You still persist? Very well.
My name is Krurmaa'lak'iliruc, though most people call me Alaki. I understand that Chiss names are hard to pronounce in Basic. I am a Dark Jedi Padawan, as shameful as it is, hoping to find my place in the galaxy.
No, don’t run away. Your knights in shining armor won’t help you. They are weak. I know that. I was one of them.
I was such a fool.
As thousands of Padawans, I naively believed to have the power to change the galaxy. Spending endless hours in meditation and reciting the Jedi Code over and over again should have prepared me to face the greatest evil of all evils, the cancer of the galaxy as some of my teachers called them, the Sith. Nothing more than a brainwashed girl, I studied the arts of lightsaber combat in hopes of continuing my path of becoming a Jedi Knight and doing my part in exterminating the enemies of the Jedi.
As such, I thought myself to be ready for them when they launched their attack on Coruscant. I was ready to die for the Jedi and the Republic. My inner peace, the Light Side of the Force was supposed to easily overpower any and all of my opponents, guide my lightsaber to cut through their darkness. Too late I realized that talk about light always defeating the dark was just another of the Jedi lies. When I finally stood against a true Sith, felt the death, suffering and chaos in the Force, I knew no light could save me. The Dark Side itself flew out of my opponent’s hand and knocked the lightsaber out of my hands before another burst of Force lightning found its target in my torso. In that very moment, as the Dark Side coursed through my body and I resisted, which only resulted in more pain, I finally came to a realization I did not want to die. Call me a coward, but feeling the full power of your enemy corrupting your very soul strips even the bravest of Jedi of their arrogance, leaving nothing more than the basic instinct to survive at all cost.
My resistance stopped with my mind leaving the realm of consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself to be tied and the face of my enemy greeted me with a cruel smile. I faced a simple choice; join the Sith or die as a Jedi. Trying to meditate and find peace in my final moments, I reached out through the Force to find a light in the darkness, but the only thing I found was his presence radiating power. The Dark Side felt unnatural at first, but once I accepted it, it purified my soul and purged the light clouding my mind.
The Jedi were not worth dying for. Their weakness was in stark contrast with the power Sith offered. Don’t the strong have right to rule over the weak? Why should I serve the Jedi weaklings? The Dark Side offered the greatest of all powers, and I listened to it, accepting the offer…
You might have heard many legends and rumours surrounding the Sith training. The brutality and focus on weeding out the weak. The death rate. The betrayal.
It's all true. The training is as brutal as it gets, but do not think it is a pointless cruelty. It is supposed to make the students strong, turn weeping boys and girls into ruthless men and women that are ready to become true Sith and carry on the teachings of the Dark Side. It is not uncommon for the students to lose their limbs their life. It is natural rivalry runs high among the students who want to distinguish themselves to attract attention of a potential Master. The sense of paranoia, the constant need to watch your back drives you crazy at times. Even the most routine of trainings can change into a duel where you fight to the death.
Dark Jedi are not treated nicely, at least the former Padawans are not. While the life of an Acolyte isn't easy either, the sheer amount of restrictions placed upon you when you are not a pure Sith is insane! You have to sleep outside of the Temple, you can eat only what you seize for yourself as nobody will give you a hot meal, you are not allowed to wear proper clothing, you can forget about having an access to the Sith resources, many Acolytes will fight you just to test their abilities on an inferior target... Oh, did I mention most Acolytes treat you as the lowest filth? Irritating, yes, but at least they don't want to kill you, as you are not worthy of dying by their hands.
There is no place for friendship. Mutually beneficial alliances, yes. But true friendship? No. You are on your own, you can rely on nobody but yourself and your own abilities.
As with everything Sith do, their treatment of Dark Jedi is not a pointless evil. As a former Jedi, you still adhere to the Jedi Code to some extent, you still follow the Light Side. You are not a Sith material. The instructors need to break you, turn you into a selfish animal fighting for survival, caring for nothing but yourself. You need to learn how to hate, to embrace the Dark Side and purge the ways of the Jedi out of your body and mind! It is a long, painful process, one that will make you stronger if you give into your passion... or resist it and die. A simple, yet effective concept. Sith always knew how to turn weaklings into powerful warriors.
That is my preference as well, close up and personal. Take a look at this lightsaber!
No, don't worry and come closer, I promise I won't hurt you...
See? If you have any interest in history, you probably know of Darth Vader, right? The Dark Knight who had almost exterminated the Jedi once and for all? I like to believe we share some similarities. Both of us have betrayed the Jedi Order and joined the Sith, both of us practiced the same form and focused on lightsaber combat. He may be dead, but he still serves as an idol I can look up to, see what I want to become! I have constructed my lightsaber with his weapon's design in mind. It contains a special lightsaber crystal. You probably don't know much about these things, listener, but you definitely do know most lightsabers don't talk. This one does. It has a personality, too. I have named it Lord Vader in the Dark Lord's honor. It will serve me until I die, unlike my Jedi lightsaber.
There was progress though. I have participated in the battle of Empress Teta... what?... no, not the Republic. Mandalorians. It was my first taste of battle after I have joined the One Sith. At first, I was scared. Frightened, even. Like everyone else, I have heard the stories of mighty warriors capable of killing Force users with their bare hands. There might have been a bit of truth to those stories hundreds of years ago, yet I found Mandalorians to be... not very terrifying. What they have in their impenetrable armor and bravado, they lack in everything else. Would you believe they rely on their armor so heavily they don't even use cover most of the time? Hah, I know it's funny, right?!
While some of my fear remained, it got pushed back by the adrenaline pulsing through my veins and the fact all those stories could not have been farther from the truth. Mandalorians are cowards, weaklings hiding in their beskar shells. They are not worthy opponents! I, the lowest of the low, have survived the battle against the supposedly battle-hardened veterans. Sure, I have earned myself many bruises and scars that day, but I am alive. That proves Mandalorians are weak!
As you surely know, the battle ended as our victory, displaying the dominance of Sith over weaker beings for the entire galaxy to see. In that day, I realized I came one step closer to becoming a Sith. The relentless campaigns continued to claim the galaxy one sector at a time, victories more and more permeated by savage atrocities. Back then, I basked in the intense sensations of the Dark Side growing stronger each day, dismissing the toll it has taken on my body. An insignificant price for power.
For how long though? The unstoppable war machine started to devour itself, ripping its own strength apart in fits of fury. Coups became a common occurrence, adding even more blood to the already bloodstained flag of the One Sith. And then it ended, just like that. With no leader to fill the empty throne before meeting an untimely demise, it all fell apart like a house of cards. It was then that my conscience has finally caught up with me, the fool who had believed it to be dead.
Once more, I find myself wondering; who am I? I ask the Light Side, but it doesn't respond. Only the Dark Side promises to give me all the answers, whispers of its seductive voice trying to soothe my concern.
I don't trust it. Not anymore, not after seeing the Sith fall.
It's still there, in my veins. Much to my horror, I realize I will never be free of it. Unless I follow the teachings I have denounced - I don't have a choice, I never had any choice! Do you think I wanted to be like this... ?! If the Jedi were not so weak... !
No, I must.
I must embrace the Light Side before I destroy myself...
Ironic, isn't it?
It was fear what ripped me from the Light Side's compassion. It is fear what will bring me back.
Training, classes
Missions, skirmishes, invasions, dominions
- Tournament of the Acolytes
- Harley vs Alaki
- The Reckoning
- I'm On A Boat
- For 3000 Years, They Ignored Our Calls for Help
