Junction Last Hour | EE/AC/BotM/Empire Junction of Farboon/Thule/Altiria/Tammar (SGHW)

[Moksh Tel Alam]

Gûdjoti

Location: Iron Mountains, intersecting pathways toward the Ruins.

Allies: Isar | Iren Tel Alam | Artas Tel Alam
Opponents: Heinrich Faust | Rolin Doan

"There is nothing glorious or honorable about death, Warden."


Moksh quietly disagreed, much as he would imagine Artas would. Your life was the only you truly owned and loss of it the only inevitability. Choosing to spend it in purchase of something, or someone, could only be the single greatest definition of Self, should such a thing even exist.

Moksh considered how pointlessly some of the deaths he had seen had seemed, some of the ones he had even taken part in. But he knew the true value wasn't for him to know. As Iren continued his pitch, Moksh's eyes wandered to Buddy – the faithful little droid, emulating the countenance of a cute pet animal, that had somehow managed to not draw their attention and, thus, be spared their wrath.

And moved on.

"Bloody sociopath." As if.

Moksh silently disengaged from the two (3, including Buddy), his lightsaber spinning in his hand as a passive affectation; as organically, thoughtlessly stylish as the hurried flapping of a hummingbird's wings or the swishing of a cat's tail. Natural. What it communicated was anyone's guess.

Maintaining a comfortable distance from Artas, Moksh, too, watched what could be perceived from Dal's battle with Heinrich. His brother appeared to be winning.

After all, the Gûdjoti's four had already removed two of the Crusader's three from the board and the knight had yet to attempt a single strike.

Moksh waited on the sidelines, ready to strike.

 

[Rolin Doan]

Objective: 4. Try to stop the ritual
Location: Iron Mountains, Panatha.
Equipment: Two KC-77N Hybrid Pistols - Melee Weapon: Yellowbladed standard lightsaber - Clothing/Armor: Aegis Of The Watch
NPC Companion: Buddy
Allies: Heinrich Faust - Open
Enemies: Isar - Iren Tel Alam - Moksh Tel Alam - Artas Tel Alam - Open

Rolin stared at the offered hand, mixed emotions of fear, uncertainty, and anticipation churning in his gut. There were only two choices given to him by the Sith. Join them, learn their ways, and do with that training and knowledge as he will. It didn't sound like a bad deal at all, really. They were obviously far more powerful than he was, more than likely more powerful than his own master. Once he believed himself powerful enough, he could attempt to kill them, like the Sith himself suggested.

Or he could ignite his lightsaber, and choose battle. Choose death, and die as a loyal warden and soldier.

Die like the side character he was.

Rolin bit his lip, hard.

But in the end, that's what he was. What they all were. Characters. Stuck in a cycle of good versus evil, tyranny versus freedom, heroes versus villains. His dreams, visions, plagued him, giving himself this ideal of ending this cycle of repetition. He believed that the Eternal Empire and the Wardens would be able to, somehow, end that cycle. He had to believe that. It was that, or accept the fact that everyone were slaves to fate, to the force, itself.

Everyone had their part to play, in the grand scheme of things. But he believed that it should be someone's choice as to what part that is. Not some predestined fate given to them.

But he couldn't hope to achieve that dream if he was gutted like a fish on this accursed rock. And there may truly be things they could teach him, show him, that his master and the other Wardens refuse to show or tell.

Once he gains enough power…he could go back. Yes. He could. He could learn valuable knowledge and bring it back. He could even attempt to communicate with the Empress, once he gains the Siths trust. Or enough to give him the chance to make a call, at the very least. There were a great many things he could do, by accepting the offered hand, than be cut down by the one still holding the lightsaber.

Rolin, chest tight, exhaled, letting go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding. And slowly, hesitantly, put his hand on the Siths offered palm.

"…Alright." Was all he said, all he really could say, at the moment.