The Pirate Queen
She had seen so many enclaves of men rise and fall, all wanting to be the next Empire, Republic, or something in between. She saw light fracture into a thousand different arrays of religion each claiming to be better savior then the last. She saw the dark cast a thousand different shadows each claiming to be the single ruler overall. She saw the prismatic rainbow of Magick being declared by witch clans that form was the purest. Yet they all had one thing in common they were delusional and in denial of the fact that they would eventually all be cast to ash like the ones before them.
Yet the biggest tragedy of the rise and eventual fall was no matter how hard the fight was for your freedoms the rebels eventually became what they despised the most the Empire. The old rebels that saw the tyranny forced down upon them would die away and the memory would faded and corruption would seed it’s way in. Yet still as the darkness set in they would claim their innocents and that they were the underdogs being held down. Then as the Empire drowned out the old drums of rebellion completely stagnation and complacency set in.
Then another rebel would rise in the midst and proclaim their wars on tyranny of the Empire that was once them. They would proclaim their better values, ideals, and freedoms blind to allt he cycles before that started this same way. It did not matter if it was Republic, Empire, Jedi, or Sith they all revolved on this endless cycle no end in sight. The cosmic joke in it all was the only way to start the end of the cycle was through rebellion landing how it ended was the tricky part and no one was sure how to end it correctly, so it did not feed right back into the cycle.
Cord stood in the Temple of the Obsidian Knights looking at some statues of people she didn’t know just outside the chamber to where the Lord Marshal’s met. She could just walk right in to the Chambers if she wished being the Lord Marshal of the Maramere Sector, yet no one dwelled with in not at the moment anyway. Her orange eyes hung on one of the statues as between her gloved fingers she held a handwritten letter in an envelope. It was funny the statue it depicted a warrior one who had fought for the confederacy in it’s infancy.
The Confederacy where the rebels of a modern era well once any now they had become the Empire that most feared, so they negotiated peace with. Most of the Galaxy feared them but that fear would soon be broken it was coming Cord herself could feel it ever since Csilla’s destruction. She finally had the monster under control since the wave of dark energy the death of so many had forced upon her psyche. Yet after putting the monster inside back in it’s cage, she had time to reflect. As she saw the cold inaction of Confederacy not even acknowledging it in a public statement like so many other governments had. Sure some viceroys did make statements to there worlds but over all there had been no formal declaration made by the Government as whole.
It had nagged at Cord for many weeks now the Confederacy so confident and vain in their position that they did not have to fear or acknowledge Galactic events. Cord had seen it before in both Jedi and Sith blind and deluded to the point that they thought they were untouchable and so long as it never came to their territories, they didn’t even have to acknowledge it. Yet it always came and by the time it did that small inconvenience grew into a raging unstoppable beast. She could speak until she was blue the face about the darkness coming but they wouldn’t listen hell they didn’t even know who she was. She got her job after being interrogated by to other Lord Marshals cause the rest couldn’t be bothered. It reminded her of the story her Grandfather told of the stagnant sith council of old that just sat there to keep there power from others and never really did anything. Heck there had already been two Lord commanders in her short time here and she had only briefly met with one of them in a failed exercise with the first order.
Maybe she should just go before the council or hell maybe even leaders of this government and call them pathetic and what ever else her grandfather might have said to antagonize those old Sith Lords. Though the heart of the rebel beated in her chest she really didn’t think this cause was worth it. Hell, she had no fear going after a maniac snake man that once tried to take control of the Jedi order but that was different. The Jedi had an identity and purpose at that time, so it was worth trying to preserve even if the end she herself had to leave so not to become the tyrant she had dethroned. The Knights Obsidian they didn’t have an identity they were just mish mash of force user divided into little groups of Thorn, Lotus, Acanthus, and Solanaceae. Hell you ask most of the Galaxy about the Knights Obsidian and they didn’t know who the hell you were talking about because they didn’t have anything that distinguished them or gave them and identity the Galaxy would recognize.
Since Cord had come here she had even brought several people in, yet now they had all left and scattered because they couldn’t to the Knights OIbsidian or one of the little groups just ignored them or treated them like outsiders. Cord much herself felt an outsider to this Order really though you couldn’t call it that it was four groups that met up once and awhile at social events other then that never really interacted with each other. What set Cord apart is she had been Jedi, Sith, witch, and other things in between so she was in none of those tight knit groups.
At the end of the day that is what led her here she wanted to fight for the fallen and she wanted to be part of a group that would fight for the fallen. She wanted to be apart of an order that acknowledge the Galactic events and took a side and stance. The Knights Obsidian was not that and she was a nobody here so she couldn’t even make a change to their stagnant order if she wanted too. Though she doubted they would change, she could rebel like her grandfather did so many times but like him she would just find it futile in the end.
She reached out with the letter and put it in the hand of the statue of the old Hero. The Letter the one of her resignation of being a Lord Marshal Knight Obsidian. She stepped back and flipped the hood of her Green long Jacket up over her head as she placed her purple and silver mask with gold etched ancient sith runes on it depicting her sins over face it clicking in place.