So much for anyone hanging from a Noose today

[Coren Starchaser]

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.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu's head was full of relentless waves of emotional static. Since meeting [member="Coren Starchaser"], the Mirialan Jedi Knight had come to respect his viewpoints a great deal. However, through his eyes, the galaxy differed greatly from the stance of her old Sullustan Jedi Master and mentor. Oomomo was a traditionalist through and through. He imparted the wisdom of patience, tolerance, and negotiation in conflict. Fighting was a last resort for the Jedi. According to Master Oomomo, the dark side of the Force was always waiting in the wings, ready to snatch up the Jedi who let anger win over peace. As Chev let Coren's words in the interrogation room play out in her head, she began to wonder if Oomomo used the Dark Side as a quasi-bogeyman, meant to scare her into pacifism. He'd always said, "There are times when a Jedi must fight," but weren't there times when a Jedi must kill? To eradicate the snake of the Sith, shouldn't one cut off its head?

Chevu was so deep in thought, she almost ran smack into Coren where he stood, seething in the street. She'd never seen him like this, eyes blazing with anger, muscles as taut as wire. She felt his aura, hot and roiling with dark emotions. If Coren were a video game character, he would be in kill-streak mode.

"She was apparently rehabilitated," she gently reminded Coren, remembering how Oomomo stressed that many dark siders could be pulled back from the brink. She gave him a tight-lipped smile, an attempt at understanding. "Master Voidstalker and Master Talith have to try and solve problems with peace first and foremost." She then added in a lower voice, "Don't they?"

She blinked, her deep brown eyes belying her confusion. She just wanted to do the right thing, but what the frell was the right thing, anyway? Force only knew. Why did most Jedi seem so fething sure of themselves, yet her heart was paralyzed with self-doubt?

"Coren, if we execute the Sith on the spot, are we no better than them?" she asked plainly.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Utter disdain. That was what it was. There were Jedi out there who had dealt with the forces of evil in a way Coren Starchaser respected. Then there were others who didn’t. Others who would try to talk the Sith down while losing their own damned hands at the red blade of a lightsaber. And more that apparently thought someone who had walked his way through the Republic’s Jedi Order, where they had a Master who was a former Sith herself, and allowed her to speak on behalf of the Republic.

He was still steaming with the Force, and he was trying to be good. He had that fethed up Jedi wrecking ball who would do more damage to her own people than the Sith to worry about. The Jedi were supposed to be free of attachment. They were made to protect the world, protect the normals, not live among them. They were peaceful warriors, a paradox in and of itself that wasn’t meant to be defined, they weren’t supposed exist in society.

They were the wall. He was going to have to have a talk to the Supreme Commander to get the Grand Marshal to fall in line. This was war, the enemy was out there, they were fething attacking the Republic as it was, right now! He was working on pulling himself into himself. But the charge he was rolling with? Not healthy.

“She may be frakking rehabilitated, it doesn’t mean she should be representing that government! I can throw a stone at Republic space and hit a thousand people more trustworthy than a former Sith to speak on behalf of the Order. They’re not invalids!” They were there, fighting the Sith, and here the Alliance was, keeping a Sith under wraps.

“No! Voidstalker and Talith, they’re too worried about where they will live when this is all over. Hate to say it, Chev. This isn’t going to be over. Not until we remove the Sith and every trace of their frakked up religion from this galaxy. Jedi are the solution that can remove the Sith. They don’t exist in this galaxy as a regular citizen when their sworn enemy is let to run rampant.” He was seething. “Sith aren’t sapient. Sith are frakking animals. They’re no more intelligent or worth our time to try to save than a rabid dog.

"If they're not going to deal with these bastards appropriately, then we've already lost and its not worth me staying in this space."

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu could feel his emotions roiling off of Coren. His energy bristled, electric and intense. He was outwardly seething and doing nothing to control it, and yet, she did not feel the dark side consuming him, as she was lead to believe that it would. It puzzled her. Weren't emotions a magnet for the dark side? Then, again, Coren was a Master level Forcer. He could likely control himself where others would have fallen.

In times of doubt, Master Oomomo would have simply repeated the Jedi tenets ad nauseum, but Chevu knew that this wouldn't work with Coren. So much had been achieved by the Jedi of the past, but Oomomo had insisted that Chevu not only look to the past for guidance, but also the future. Perhaps there was more to fighting the evils of the galaxy than simply falling in line with the old guard Jedi? The Mirialan Knight ran her fingers through her jet-black hair, and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingertips. She was growing more confused by the second.

"Coren, you can't leave the alliance," she implored. "It needs you." She gestured back to the temple where the Sith was being questioned. "They need you. In greater numbers, we can be much, much stronger. Whatever you were doing before, however laudable it was, wasn't working, remember? That's why you came to Sullust. You have to see this through."

Chevu carefully lay a hand on his arm, gingerly, as if trying to soothe a feral nexu. Her brown eyes brimmed with fear. She needed him much more than she had ever realized. Without Starchaser and Oomomo, Masters who were night and day, she had very few she could count on. There was Peyton, of course, but so far the two women had skirted shyly around one another, aware of attraction, but too preoccupied to act on it.

"The alliance needs you, Coren. Hell, I need you, too."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren didn’t concern himself with falling, or rising. What he did concern himself with was whether he could clear the galaxy of the enemies that were working like a horde around the world. The ones who had no set path, the ones who were unpredictable in the worst of ways. The Sith… they were wrong. There was something very off about them. No group before, that he was aware of, cooperated to this degree and still called themselves Sith. This group of Sith? They weren’t working like normal ones. It made them unpredictable and they were a disease that needed to be put down.

Starchaser ran a hand through his hair. “Do they really, though? The Jedi seem to have all the answers here. Working with a group that is being fething duped by the Sith!” And the way the Ones Sith were acting was very much Republic. Something was seriously off in this galaxy. A concept of needing to win? A concept of not needing to prove oneself? This was why he wasn’t formally schooled by the Jedi, hell by anyone.

He knew he could use the Force, but the groups that were so charismatic? They were on a path to destroy one another and he needed to make sure someone was there to protect the galaxy when it went over the edge. Taking a deep breath in, holding a few, and sighing it out. “I was doing it on a shoestring budget. With the Alliance…” He could lead a fething military onto Corellia, and into the Sith space, and wipe their academies out, and take down the leaders.

Granted there would always be some who escaped. He could dog them until the end of time.

Looking to his apprentice, he tipped his head. “Chevu… I-I’m not a Jedi. I don’t know where your former master thought he knew me from, but I’m not them.” His voice was a bit more even as he pointed to the building, where the Sith was controlling those Jedi gathered for deliberation.

[member="Chevu Visz"]