Moonage Daydream
All he knew was he was frakking pissed off. What he was expecting was a group of Jedi that were going to understand that there was a fething war going on in this frakked up galaxy. They had a Sith in a frakking cage and they were letting him exist. That was not how this was going to go. The Sith? They’d do what they did best, they’d get as much information from their captives. They wouldn’t let them sit still, he knew that. They’d be torturing and pulling information from them.
And the Jedi in this New Jedi Order? They were contacting the old Jedi Order and bullchitting around with their thumbs up their collective backsides. While that Sith was allowed to sit and concentrate, read them, and prepare what lies it was going to spin. This wasn’t how they were going to win a war. The Sith needed to be eliminated now.
And they were keeping one in the fething basement. Sure, there were people in there who he’d seen take action, but then they were talking to someone who was one of the Sith. The Republic was clearly not thinking with their correct heads.
Turning around when he exited the facility, into the streets between the compound they were in, he saw his apprentice. “They’re not fething thinking.” He shouted, a hand going up to his forehead and directed right at the building they were just in. “The Sith don’t just give out information without some other plan. And that frakking Raaf is a Sith! For all they know they’re working fething together. This is not how you win wars.”
It was taking all he had to not just teleport in there and slit the Sith's throat and call it collateral damage and that it is the only way to tolerate those beasts.
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And the Jedi in this New Jedi Order? They were contacting the old Jedi Order and bullchitting around with their thumbs up their collective backsides. While that Sith was allowed to sit and concentrate, read them, and prepare what lies it was going to spin. This wasn’t how they were going to win a war. The Sith needed to be eliminated now.
And they were keeping one in the fething basement. Sure, there were people in there who he’d seen take action, but then they were talking to someone who was one of the Sith. The Republic was clearly not thinking with their correct heads.
Turning around when he exited the facility, into the streets between the compound they were in, he saw his apprentice. “They’re not fething thinking.” He shouted, a hand going up to his forehead and directed right at the building they were just in. “The Sith don’t just give out information without some other plan. And that frakking Raaf is a Sith! For all they know they’re working fething together. This is not how you win wars.”
It was taking all he had to not just teleport in there and slit the Sith's throat and call it collateral damage and that it is the only way to tolerate those beasts.
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