The Dark Heretic
Location: The Fulcrum
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Darth Malum of House Marr
Times had changed, and those that had held their ideals to those that had come before had seldom changed with them. And through the ebb and flow, Petrichor had simply waited, biding his time and maintaining his academy. The Force was an ever-changing tide of light and dark, and though Petrichor understood its ebb and flow, he could not expect others to treat it as such. Hence why he was rather surprised at the transmission he had received from the proclaimed Darth Malum. One as established as he may not have been the first for Petrichor to extend the arm of peace to, yet here he was all the same.
Through recent years, his vision had seem to become clouded. With the Second Great Hyperspace War, he had almost put his own academy at risk. Feeding intelligence to the overtly bombastic and deluded members of the Ashlan Crusade was a dangerous move, but one that had at least kept them off of his back, and by virtue of that, off of the back of his students. But they were gone now, destroyed by their own hubris and dogmatic overtones. Perhaps he knew it had been coming all the while...
Perhaps it was the Force simply trying to find some semblance of balance once again.
He waited patiently at the landing bay to the Fulcrum, several of his Exalted lining the walkway as he awaited the arrival of his guest. Curiosity gripped him, though in the end...
It was curiosity that killed the womp rat, but it was satisfaction that brought him back...
And Petrichor felt that, in the end, he would be thoroughly satisfied...
Tags:
Darth Malum of House Marr
Times had changed, and those that had held their ideals to those that had come before had seldom changed with them. And through the ebb and flow, Petrichor had simply waited, biding his time and maintaining his academy. The Force was an ever-changing tide of light and dark, and though Petrichor understood its ebb and flow, he could not expect others to treat it as such. Hence why he was rather surprised at the transmission he had received from the proclaimed Darth Malum. One as established as he may not have been the first for Petrichor to extend the arm of peace to, yet here he was all the same.
Through recent years, his vision had seem to become clouded. With the Second Great Hyperspace War, he had almost put his own academy at risk. Feeding intelligence to the overtly bombastic and deluded members of the Ashlan Crusade was a dangerous move, but one that had at least kept them off of his back, and by virtue of that, off of the back of his students. But they were gone now, destroyed by their own hubris and dogmatic overtones. Perhaps he knew it had been coming all the while...
Perhaps it was the Force simply trying to find some semblance of balance once again.
He waited patiently at the landing bay to the Fulcrum, several of his Exalted lining the walkway as he awaited the arrival of his guest. Curiosity gripped him, though in the end...
It was curiosity that killed the womp rat, but it was satisfaction that brought him back...
And Petrichor felt that, in the end, he would be thoroughly satisfied...