"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
It wasn't always that Vulpesen came to his friends dressed in the same garb that he brought to battle. But in times like this, a statement needed to be made. He had lived long enough to see the turning of the wheel, and he could see it now more starkly than ever. The Alliance was failing. Its planets were falling like dominoes. Its people were losing faith. The jedi couldn't decide their purpose, and even still, their grip tightened on the political reins. He had seen this before. The final days of the Republic, in the moments before it had come crashing down like the sith dreadnaught in the Coruscanti sky. The sith were rising once more. They had already taken the core. how long until they expand to the colonies and the inner rim? How long until they come to Veradune? Already, his people were a stones throw from the front lines. What's more, every day he saw promise after promise fail. The Wilders were nothing more than backwoods cults to the Jedi and the Alliance as a whole. Veradune's proud traditions were ignored or eschewed. Vulpesen himself could barely walk on Coruscant without feeling the eyes of self-righteous paladins who believed him a threat. It was time to leave. To sing a new song.
Naboo had at least kept its beauty while the galaxy around it burned. Of that, Vulpesen was grateful. He would be even more grateful once he laid eyes on the one he came to meet.
Ra'a'mah
, who had been informed of the importance of this meeting, was certainly one of his greatest friends. He'd be lying if he didn't often consider her as something more, though what that was, was often undefined even to him. But, at the very least, he knew he trusted her with his life. What's more, she had connections, connections that would give him the leverage to do what he planned. Together, they had built the Dark Hand to stem the tide of the sith threat. They had formed a rapidly deployed bulwark for targets that were to valueable to leave to sith hands. But it was time for something different. Their mission had been maintained for decades, but it was starting to fail. They needed something more resolute. Something more permanent. They needed to be something more.
Naboo had at least kept its beauty while the galaxy around it burned. Of that, Vulpesen was grateful. He would be even more grateful once he laid eyes on the one he came to meet.
Ra'a'mah
, who had been informed of the importance of this meeting, was certainly one of his greatest friends. He'd be lying if he didn't often consider her as something more, though what that was, was often undefined even to him. But, at the very least, he knew he trusted her with his life. What's more, she had connections, connections that would give him the leverage to do what he planned. Together, they had built the Dark Hand to stem the tide of the sith threat. They had formed a rapidly deployed bulwark for targets that were to valueable to leave to sith hands. But it was time for something different. Their mission had been maintained for decades, but it was starting to fail. They needed something more resolute. Something more permanent. They needed to be something more.
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