Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jul 30, 2013 13:55:22 GMT -8
Jud's jaw clenched at the complete lack of respect, but what could he expect from a Mando-dog? Nothing, absolutely nothing, thought the old Sith as he let the anger ebb away, his piercing gaze still set upon the Admiral from under his hood. Jud brought the bottle to his lips again and took a swig. Silently cursing to himself, and the situation. He'd have his chance, at some point. No crime goes unpunished, Jud knew that reality all too well.
Jud gave a scoffing snort to the Jedi's reason for being here. Obviously he wasn't the brains of the Jedi order.
Jud chuckled as he leaned back, taking another swig of the bottle. He wasn't hungry at the moment, though the smell of the Nerf-burgers was tantalizing. The Sith lifted the bottle to the fire light, seeing that he had already polished off half since the Admiral's confession. There seemed to be plenty of bottles left, so with a shrug Jud put the bottle to his lips again and started to gulp down the rest. After polishing off the remainder of the firewater the old Sith let out a whooping sound.
"Damn, that's good stuff." Jud stated before dropping the bottle to the rock floor with a clatter. "So good, that I'm going to have another." He continued as he got to his feet and plucked another bottle from the crate, uncorking it with little effort before raising the bottle in a respectful salute to his fellow castaways before shifted his hooded gaze towards, Ice.
"So, stories? What kind of stories?" Jud laughed and took another swig. "All I am are stories and life lessons, my dear..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 10:56:12 GMT -8
A quick glance showed the admiral that his own bottle was still nearly three-quarters full. For a few seconds the admiral pondered what topic would hold the interest of all those gathered. Well, there was the massive war lighting up the space around Yavin &, if his info had been correct, Ossus. It would be interesting to see the point of view the others held.
-Admiral
Well, there is always this half-baked war of genocide. Personally, I don't think the force-lings are a big enough threat to waste this much energy over. The Jedi tend to mind their own business. At least until someone or something gets them riled up. The Sith are a slightly larger problem due to the fact they tend to try & conquer the galaxy. But they stab each other in the back often enough that they usually defeat themselves. Both groups rely far too much on the Force in my own opinion.
Most mandos are barely better though. Many are too focused on killing things & honour to see the bigger picture. The few that can are often pushed off to the side & ignored. Personally, I think the whole conflict is going to burn itself out & return to the low embers that is the norm. I plan on staying out of the whole thing, as there is no profit to be made from genocide.
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Post by Ice Matango on Aug 4, 2013 23:40:58 GMT -8
"Any kind of stories, Jud'dayus. Something interesting...."
Her voice trailed off as The Admiral began to speak about the Mando's latest, and totally lame ass, war against all Forcelings - Jedi and Sith alike. She knew about Yavin because she had been there before the Mando attack and had even helped to evacuate some of the younglings. Not long after she'd left was when the attack and blockade took place. Mulling over The Admirals words for a moment or two, she finally spoke.
"While I agree, for the most part, about what you said..." She gazed thoughtfully at The Admiral for a few seconds before continuing. "....I see no 'honor', in what the current Mand'alor is trying to accomplish....especially when it has been rumored that he has Forcelings amongst his own ranks. That's a bit hypocritical, if we're being honest here.
I do hope you're right about this war burning itself out. If it doesn't, and soon, then numerous lives on both sides will be lost....and for what? Because the Mand'alor got a wild hair up his ass over some long ago, or imagined, trespass against him by a Forceling and decided it would be a great idea to declare war on the whole galaxy? Doesn't he realize that this endeavor is costing the Mandalorian people greatly? If he cared anything at all about his people then surely he would've thought this through more thoroughly.
And why does anyone blindly follow along with a so called leader just because they hold a title of empowerment? Jedi, Sith, Mando, whatever....it doesn't matter. They're all guilty of blindly following along at various times throughout history. Never questioning the why's and how's, just doing what they're told like good little minions. In fact, I'm guilty of it now as we speak. I followed orders and look where it got me. Temporarily stranded on this water logged rock of a planet. Next time, you can bet, I'm going to question the shit out of any 'orders'."
She was quite matter of fact as she popped the last of the burger into her mouth, chewing it up before swallowing, and then taking a drink to wash it all down. Looking around a little sheepishly, after her mini rant, she gave a little shrug and a chuckle.
"Sorry....I may have gotten a little carried away there. Never mind me. I'm young, foolish, and sometimes don't know when to keep my mouth shut about certain things...."
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 5, 2013 10:26:00 GMT -8
Jud listened to the Admiral with a moderate amount of disdain. Ever since the War... "The War" Jud said under his breath as he shook his head. "A long forgotten War... A myth, maybe a legend to them now." He reminded himself, before tipping the bottle up and into his mouth. He drank and drank, knowing that it wouldn't cease the memories of a former life, but at least it would dull them... hopefully.
"At least you admit to your ilks short comings." Jud finally said to the Admiral slowly. A slight slur starting before Jud pointed a skeletal finger towards the man. "But never differentiate yourselves from us." Jud lazily pointing to himself , Ice and Monte. "We're all bound by the Force, whether you're sensitive to it or lacking in that department, and the Mandos have been lacking for sometime now." Jud smirked. "As for your War." Jud thought on it for a moment. "I'm too old for such nonsense. I've seen much in my years, and whether you want to believe it or not. They've all been pointless." Jud finished before drinking again. He was lying through his teeth. Some of the most profound events in his life had transpired on the battlefield. It wasn't something the Sith reveled in, but war had its place and he had a place in it; if that was the wish of the Whills.
Jud laughed slightly as the Jedi woman also gave the Mando a piece of her mind. Ice was a fiery lass, and truth be told the Old Sith was starting to warm up to her. She asked the right questions, and it made Jud wonder just how much of a Jedi she actually was. She was smarter, worldly, and those weren't words that Jud associated with the Order. Maybe she was a Sentinel or a Shadow... That made the most sense in explaining her demeanor, and the reason why she'd be sent to such a remote setting as this. Jud's eyebrow raised. Maybe she had been sent out to shadow him. Interesting.
"People of power gain followers for many reasons. Some for pride and honor. Others for hate and a misguided sense of justifiable revenge, and others because they are too weak to think for themselves." Jud laughed. "Most fall into the third category. Too weak to survive on their own ambitions and dreams. So, they latch onto the ambition of another. A powerful figurehead, a beacon of hope most of the time." Jud took a swig off his bottle. "I've been there... and I've also been the beacon." Jud finished with a shrug before turning to Ice.
"Something interesting you say?" Jud said with a chuckle as he put down his bottle before his skeletal hands went for the cowl of his hood. "Somethingggg interestinggg..." Jud murmured to himself, as his hands took down his hood finally, revealing the man underneath. Jud's macabre features grinned at the three. The firelight dancing on the gaunt mummified angles of his skull, making Jud's face look misshapen and disjointed. The Sith's hands went around his long silvery grey hair - which had pooled out as he took down his hood - and swiftly tied it up into a tight knot, before steepling his fingers in front of his face and resting his chin on them. Jud's parchment thin lips parted again with a knowing smirk. The two dark recesses of his eye sockets seemed to lack any eyes until a dull red glow started in his left socket.
"So... What interests you, Jedi?" Jud finished with a laugh.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2013 13:39:22 GMT -8
The zabrak nods once at the end of Ice's little rant. He didn't particularly disagree with her on principle, He did now the usefulness of having people that followed orders without question. However, the ability to adapt quickly to new situations & function well in chaotic situations rare considered with blind obedience. Of the two, adaptability was a far more valuable skill to command.
-Admiral
Being young is no penalty in my understanding. Foolishness attaches itself to a great many people, & few bother to remove it from themselves.
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Post by Ice Matango on Aug 10, 2013 1:19:06 GMT -8
Glancing at Jud when he lowered his hood, she simply smiled slightly upon seeing his face. His features didn't shock her. She was ATD's daughter after all and Gahd knew that man wouldn't win any beauty contests. It was probably a good thing she took after her mothers side of the family in the looks department. All that aside, she listened as Jud spoke about wars being pointless and she silently agreed with him. And she definitely saw no point in this current 'war' that the Mando's were waging. She let her thoughts drift for a moment when she'd heard him ask what interested her. Meeting his eyes again, she raised an eyebrow.
"Well to be honest....I'm not sure what interests me nowadays. I do like meeting people and hearing of their travels, but I don't like to travel all that much unless I have to. I mostly stick close to home if I can help it. I know....not very Jedi like of me wanting to stick to one place. I've heard it before, but I figure to 'save the galaxy' I should probably start at home....right?"
Taking a long drink from her bottle, she stared into the fire for a moment before looking to The Admiral with a slight grin at his words. "Well being young may not be a penalty....yet....but some people tend to ignore you either way sometimes. Always thinking their ideas are better, or their way is the only way to get things done and never even take into consideration your suggestions or ideas. As the great Obi Wan Kenobi said a long time ago: 'Only a Sith deals in absolutes. - I think the same thing can be said for some of the Jedi and Mandos too."
She shrugged, not entirely sure she made a whole lot of sense there, but it was what she was feeling. Tipping her bottle up, she finished off the beer then set the empty bottle beside the first one and picked up another. Opening the bottle with a smile, she held it up in a salute of sorts to everyone before taking a drink.......
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 11, 2013 20:51:41 GMT -8
Jud listened to Ice intently as he picked his bottle off the cave floor and started to drink from it again.
"On the contrary, Jedi... It's just like the Order to instill the need to protect a singular place. Especially one that holds a significance in your heart." Said the Sith with little compunction. " It was something instilled into me, and even though the Order has had its "renewals" over the ages. I doubt that it has changed much." Jud finished with a clever smile. His skeletal face conveying his amusement easily.
Ah, the Order. Jud thought to himself quietly as he put the bottle to his parched lips again. It wasn't a complete crock. He had belonged to it during its golden age, right? Jud thought on the dates, and shook his head. What was the Old Republic considered? Ah, oh well. Jud outwardly shrugged about his inward conversation with himself, and looked to Monte to see why he'd been so quiet. The man was snoring to the side of Ice. "Must of had a little too much drink?" Jud lazily said to himself before returning his attention back to the Admiral and Ice.
Jud nodded his head in agreement.
As much as the Jedi wanted to lord over everyone else - Mando and Sith alike - as being pious, noble, and wholly righteous in their decisions; most were just hypocrites of the worst kind. It was refreshing to the Old Sith to hear this argument of the ages from a new Jedi's mouth, or maybe he was just picking out what he wanted from the conversation? He was prone to bouts of selective hearing.
"That was one of the reasons we left the Order." Jud said with a wave of his hand. "A conflict of interests... They had said. if I remember correctly? I'm pretty sure that's what they said to us, as the War waged on throughout the colonies." Jud looked off into the distance, as if seeing back into the past; like some mystic clairvoyant. "Why did they have to worry about other systems? When the core worlds were safe from the Mandalorian threat, huh? Why risk the lives of their Jedi for the likes of the outer-worlds?" Jud said with a shake of his head. "I'll tell you why." Jud said with a sneer. "Because the slaying of non-humans and near-humans wasn't a priority..." Jud spat on the ground. "So, after Cathar... after that slaughter. We couldn't stand idle, and against the Council we went to War..."
Jud trailed off slightly, his thousand yard stare slackening with several blinks of his eye, as he returned to this beloved bottle, taking a large swig before continuing. "... and they wondered why we turned. Ha. Self righteous bastards in their lofty tower on Coruscant." Jud smiled a cunning smile, but then reeled himself back to the present, turning to Ice.
"No offense... of course, Jedi." Jud said with a respectful nod to Ice. "I'm more adverse to Mandos anyways..." Jud finished with a smile as he winked at the Admiral.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2013 10:59:56 GMT -8
Well, that story rather dated the older sith. If that was true, the man must be over four thousand years old. An impressive feat to be sure. Finishing off his first bottle the admiral grabbed another. He didn't have to worry about getting drunk, not with this body anyway.
-Admiral
It has been quite a while since that war. Stories about travels? I have plenty enough of those I suppose. I could talk about the time I went lava surfing on Sullust. Or the time I went storm gliding on Kamino. Or I could talk of any number of the strange & exotic worlds hidden deep in the unknown regions. I could talk of the number of interesting people I have met. There was this one old crone on a swamp world that was the best cook I ever met. Spent the better part of a year learning from her. She is probably long dead by this point though. It is a shame too.
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Post by Ice Matango on Aug 15, 2013 8:13:20 GMT -8
"You were once a Jedi?"
She eyed Jud, a little surprised at this revelation, after he finished speaking. "That shouldn't really surprise me but it does, considering that some of the well known Sith in the past were also Jedi before...."
She shook her head slightly, before looking over and listening when The Admiral began speaking of one of his adventures in traveling.......
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 15, 2013 9:21:31 GMT -8
Jud's face turned into a quizzical stare at the Admiral as he explained his travels and his love for cooking. A bucket-head with some interest in things other than War, credits and cleaning his blaster? Interesting... The Old Sith thought with his head still tilted in surprise towards the Mando.
Maybe he wasn't an ignorant fug after all.
Jud took a swig of his bottle again, he was starting to feel that warm sensation of drunkenness as the Jedi piped up. She asked the question that Jud had always been asked after his ancient ramblings. He knew he baited people like that, he was always a sucker for allowing others to marvel over him. It was an ego thing, or maybe a drinking thing? Jud starting to grin, and a chuckle left the Sith's mouth before he answered Ice's question.
"Yes..." Jud said with a slight slur on the s. "But they'd never teach you that, or have anything about me in the archives... I made sure of that." Jud smirked. "I was a Jedi Knight by the time the Mandalorian War broke out." Jud's eye turned starry, thinking back on his youth and the vigor he had, his unwavering devotion to the Order, and his friends. "Though my birth name and the man I was has been long since dead, I still go back to those days and wonder. Could it have been different? you know? IF the War hadn't happened, IF we were allowed not to make the choice to go against the wishes of the Council?" Jud chuckled again and took a swig of the bottle, it's contents nearly depleted. "Ah, but it didn't happen that way. We chose, then we found our own answers." Jud nodded in agreement with himself. "War makes even the most noble into monsters... I suppose?"
The Sith gave a shrug to the thought. Maybe he was a monster? He was most certainly an abomination, a mass of scar tissue in the fabric of the Force. He knew this for certain, yet he needed to finish his task. Then and only then would his husk of a mortal shell be allowed to disintegrate, and allow him to become a God.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 8:26:44 GMT -8
Noticing that the elderly sith's bottle was running low again, the Admiral passed another bottle toward him.
-Admiral
I have an idea that might pass a bit of time. Each of us seems to have tales that the others are interested in. Why don't we each pick a tale from our past & tell it? Once the person is done, the next person will tell their own tale. Agreed?
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Post by Ice Matango on Aug 24, 2013 8:25:18 GMT -8
Still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Jud was once a Jedi, Ice finished off her second bottle and grabbed a third as he explained that he had been a Jedi knight by the time the Mandalorian Wars broke out. The Mandalorian Wars? Good Gahd, that would make him....thousands of years old? Well why not? Stranger things have happened. Hell there were people in her own family that were thousands of years old....though they did look considerably better than the aging Sith. Silently chuckling at that thought, she was now beginning to feel the slight effects of the booze with that little buzz one gets after two or three drinks. It kind of gave her a warm fuzzy feeling. Her attention, however, was diverted to The Admiral suggesting that they each pick a story from their past and tell it. Nodding her head, she took a drink before speaking.
"That is a good idea, Admiral. Though I must say, I'm not sure I have too many interesting stories. Not so interesting as you and Jud'dayus seem to have...."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 24, 2013 11:40:19 GMT -8
"Agreed..." Said the Old Sith finishing his third bottle and quickly picking up a fourth, or was it his fifth? Jud gave the question a shrug, not really caring in the least. Boozes were to be had, and he would greedily pack away as much as possible.
"A story?" Jud began before tucking into his newly acquired bottle. "Lets see..." Jud started to count on his fingers. "Would you rather hear how I turned, or maybe about how I received my nick name, or perhaps how I once was an adoptive father to two orphaned siblings?" Jud smiled before taking another swig of refreshing drink.
"I'm sorry, but I have a lot I could divulge, and the more alcohol you allow me to pump into my system, the better your chances are at learning more about me." Jud laughed. Jud would wait to hear what his counterparts would want of him, but he already know what he wanted to hear from the two of them.
Jud turned first to the Admiral. "So, Admiral... have you always been a Zabrak?" A sly grin crossed the Sith's face before turning towards Ice. "And you Jedi... I suppose a sentential's job is never done?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 9:15:05 GMT -8
It would seem that an introductory story was the order of business for now, maybe there would be time for a second round later.
-Admiral
As a matter of fact, I was born a Zabrak. It is, after all, difficult to change one's species.
The fact that it was not impossible, along with the fact that technically speaking he was not still a Zabrak, despite appearances, did not bear enough weight on the story he told now to be mentioned. Let alone the secrets that would reveal. While he wouldn't outright lie during his story, some minor facts & major secrets would be disguised or left unspoken.
-Admiral
My parents lived on Coruscant when I was a new born child, but the rise of the brand new Emperor & his harsh measures against nonhumans lead them to leave for the safety of their family. A mistake as it would later prove, but possibly a necessary one. Eventually they would settle down on a small agriworld that was all but nameless. Most of the planet's population was drones & droids. I doubt more than ten thousand lived on the entire planet. For the next ten years or so, everything was fine. I grew up a normal, if somewhat large, child.
He pauses here to take another bite of food & a drink. It would raise the tension a hair & give them a chance to process the information. The strange things that seemed to always happen around him at strange times were not shared. Nor was the fact that he had few friends, though he had several siblings.
-Admiral
Things, however, did not remain as placid as they had been. When I was ten, pirates attacked the world. I'm uncertain what they wanted. Maybe they want loot, or slaves to sell. Maybe they were just bored & decided to attack for fun. In the end, it doesn't really matter. My parent's homestead was destroyed, my family kill. I was later found there gravely injured & surrounded by the dead pirates by the group that had gather together to try & stop the attack.
He paused again for another bit of food. The fact that the pirates had to be carried away in buckets & that their ship appeared to have been ripped apart by hand went unmentioned. Along with the fact that he had been pronounced dead on site before making his recovery. The scars that had said with him for as long as his past body endured were but one of the signs that had marked him.
-Admiral
After I recovered, none on the world wanted me at their homestead. Rumours had circulated about the attack. They were all afraid of me. In the end I was more or less sold off to some passing merchants. A slave for all intends & purposes. There I did manual labour & worked on the droids.
Yet another pause, This time to give them time to think of what horrors met the merchants. Though as far as I knew, the crew was still roaming around buying & selling, though control had since passed from father to son a few times. The population on the agriworld though had not been so fortunate. Roughly a decade & a half after the admiral left, the planet suffered a massive outbreak of a 'mysterious' disease that killed the entire population. The fact that this happened roughly at the same time as all the various records of the admiral strangely vanished was, of course, complete coincidence.
-Admiral
Eventually, I worked my was free of the bond & with small, old skiff, I set out across the stars to find my own destiny.
That, however, was a completely different tale. Several tales actually. Many of them considered a dark secret & only know to those whose blood stained his history.
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Post by Ice Matango on Sept 1, 2013 1:01:50 GMT -8
Ice listened to both of them recount some of their past. It intrigued her to find out that The Admiral had been born a Zabrak, and it amused her that Jud thought she was a Sentinel. Gazing over to the old Sith, she gave a small chuckle.
"I am no Sentinel. I don't have the patience or the skill to have that title. I was only knighted just recently and haven't decided what direction I want to take as of yet. I know I don't want to go traipsing all around the galaxy if I can help it."
Pausing a moment, she drank some more of her beer before continuing again. "A story. I once almost killed my husband, Adieumus, with a slugthrower." Calmly enough, the words spilled out of her mouth as she began to recount the story. "It wasn't quite a year after we were married and he was fighting a Sith named Carnifex at the time. I took aim at Carnifex and he moved, Adieumus was hit instead, in the chest and shoulder. The bullet did a good amount of damage since it was a shatter round. He almost died, and his heart did quit for a few moments, but I managed to keep him alive with my limited medical skill until a real doctor took over. Luckily no vital organs were hit, but it did fuck up his shoulder for a while. I'm still a little amazed at how Carnifex managed to fly up and over him at the same exact time as I pulled the trigger. I'm a great shooter when it comes to slugthrowers, and blaster pistols, but Adieumus stays far out of my way when I have a gun in my hand now. I think that he thinks I was actually trying to shoot him. What he fails realize, or maybe he does and he's just being a smartass, is that if I wanted to kill him....he'd be dead."
Shaking her head with a small sigh, she let her gaze go back to the fire while she finished off her third beer, maybe it was the fourth - she lost track, of the evening.......
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 1, 2013 21:51:53 GMT -8
"Is it, really?" Jud said with quizzical look. "But I'll take your word for it..." He finished with a shrug as he listened to the Mando's tale.
A humble beginning... well most did. Thought Jud as he listened to the Admiral talk of his upbringing and subsequent loss to a roving band of pirates. It was bitter sweet, having survived only to be shunned and betrayed by the people who saved him, those who were the closest things he had to family. Jud lifted the bottle to his lips and actually sympathized with the Mando. Jud too had been betrayed, betrayed by those he had called his family. He could understand - at least to some degree - where the Admiral was coming from.
Jud's attention snapped back to the present and to Ice's words. Not a Sentinal? Interesting, Jud murmured to himself. He had been quite certain that she was more than just a rank and file Knight. She did have quite the wit though, as Jud laughed to her story.
"So, an explorer Mando, and a stay-at-home Jedi wife..." The Sith laughed before taking another swig off his bottle. "Well, I have some rather large shoes to fill now."
Jud leaned forward for a moment and tapped the top of the bottle to his bony chin. "In my time..." Jud began, as he stared into the fire, his single eye losing it's red glow. "We weren't allowed attachment." He looked up to Ice. "It was not in the Jedi philosophy to "love"... You could have love, but you could never truly love another." The Sith shrugged. "It wasn't something you questioned back then. Of course back then, you were found and trained at a very early age... and knowing love was something that eventually became an abstract concept. Something to be shied away from, for fear of falling, to giving in to our base desires, and thus to the Darkside..." Jud nodded his head, and smiled. "And in some ways they were right."
"We had been fighting for over three years, three years of sweat and blood...back and forth." Jud shook his head. "War always feels longer when you're actually in the midst of it. Every second going on for eternity, reality slows and the chaos around you stands still just long enough to take in the dead around you. I lost many friends in those years, friends that I had trained and grown with in the Temple. People that I considered my family slaughtered before my eyes, snuffing out the beauty of those years of camaraderie." Jud's face grew sullen, as he continued to stare into the flickering flames. "Though we were fighting the Mandalorians for peace and justice, for the Order and the future of the Republic... I eventually was fighting for myself, and my new found hatred for them. Not in the sense of hating only those that fought, but their entire "race"; for all intensive purposes. That was until I met her." The sides of Jud's parchment thin lips creased into a content smile. "She tried to kill me you know? On Onderon, damn near pulled it off too." Jud laughed. "One hell of a shot; even with her off hand. Anyways..." Jud said with a wave of his hand. "After a botched assault I found myself one on one with a very cunning commando type. He'd taken out three of my friends, and I had finally found his hiding spot in the ruined husk of a building. It was easy enough for me to get to him, but only after a very heated exchange of blaster-fire and saber-work, and maybe several hundred obscenities." Jud smirked. "We became locked in a vicious melee. Only in such close quarters did I realize he was a she. What can I say? I was used to the fact that most if not all the Mandos I had fought against were men." Jud shrugged, before taking a swig of his bottle.
Jud leaned back, his content smile seeming to grow wider. "In my shock I froze. I suppose I was unwilling to deliver a deathblow to a women, even though she was technically my "enemy". I my hesitation she headbutted me with her helmet, knocking me off her and to the ground. I don't know why she didn't kill me, she had more than enough time to slit my throat with her vibro-blade, yet she didn't...Instead she took off her helmet, grabbed me by the tunic and Wham!" Jud smacked his hands together with a hoot. "I had my first kiss... well everything." Did the Sith blush? "From a woman who had tried to kill me and was my sworn "enemy". Talk about conflict of interests..." Jud beamed, even a slight bit of youthful color came back into his pale face. "That was the best day of my young life, but this new found love was more than taboo, it was treasonous. We were both consorting with the enemy, and from the first kiss we inwardly knew it to be doomed... star-crossed even, yet we loved each other. Actually loved..." Jud's face returned to it's corpse-like pallor. "I didn't see her again until the Second Battle of Althir. The War was nearing its end, and the Mandalorians were fighting furiously. There was little hope of seeing her again... yet, I still longed for her, and hoped that the Force would allow me the chance to be with her. Even one last time." Jud scoffed. "One last time..."
Jud finished his bottle and went for another, uncorking it and swigging it for several seconds before continuing. He knew what came next, and even now, even with the lapse of time, he needed to numb the pain. With a sigh Jud nodded his head to himself and closed his eye. "We had been sent out as a scout party; Me, Gryni, Victoria, young Cal, Vorbun, and Fritz. I had known all of them for years, fought with them through thick and thin." Jud shook his head again. "I noticed the Mandalorians before the others, and there among them was Phillia..." Jud said the name finally, giving voice to the only woman he had ever known, ever loved. "Maybe it was fate, or destiny, or even coincidence, but in that moment we locked eyes; knowing the other was there. We were warning each other, but there was nothing to be done. The dye had been cast and as I thought of ways to get her out and away, To just run off with her into the battle mist... The first blaster bolts started from the enemy line, and I broke rank and rushed ahead of my friends..." Jud trailed off, his hands twitching as if he were holding sabers in them. "I just rushed in, that's all I remember of my initial charge. I think that was the first time I tapped into the Darkside. So abruptly and deep that I must have blacked out with rage. When I regained my composure, Phillia was at my back, firing at her own people. She had chosen me over her kinsmen, and I had used the Darkside in order to keep her safe." Jud looked at his skeletal hands, before bringing them up and slicking his long hair back.
"It was me and her against the world, or that's what it seemed like. It could have lasted minutes, but to me it was hours. We killed Phillia's detachment before my fellow Jedi came upon us. It was only then that I realized they had stayed back watching from afar... witnesses to my fall to the Darkside, and my collusion with a Mandalorian warrior." Jud closed his eye again and shook his head. "I tried to reason with them, to tell them how I felt, and how I still believed in the Order and the Republic, and even more what the Revanchrist stood for, but they wouldn't have it. I was branded as a traitor - then and there - to the Order and Republic, and sentenced to death by my former peers, my friends, my only family. I'd like to say I didn't plead with them, but I did. I truly didn't want to fight my family, but they forced it upon me, and I defended us and Phillia defended me."
"Gryni, he was the one that had corralled the others into fighting me, and to this day I think held a grudge against me, but for what I don't know. He was the first in and the first to die. I didn't start off trying to kill, I wanted to stun, but..." Jud sighed. "I was never given the chance. Gryni died at the end of my blades, and with his death I realized I could never go back, and the others finally realized they couldn't allow me to live. Victoria was shot by Phillia; she had always been weak. Vorbun on the other hand was able to pull me away from Phillia. I wasn't paying attention, and Vorbun was an excellent duelist; even compared to me. Keeping up with him took all my form and focus, and in that precious time it allowed Phillia to get seperated and boxed off from me; by Cal and Fritz." Jud's face turned into a mix of deep sorrow and righteous rage. "She was run through the same moment Vorbun met his end to me... poetic justice perhaps? She screamed my name, my true name when she died...and I felt her life wink out." Jud paused, his throat tightening as he relived the moment. He looked at the two and knew that he'd never be able to convey what he had felt the moment Phillia had shrieked out his name in terror. It was a moment that haunted him, and he allowed it to haunt him as a reminder of the debts which he owed to the people he loved that he was too weak to save. "That was the last time I ever use the monicker of Jedi. I drank in the Darkside, forcing Cal and Fritz back from Phillia's body. I was incensed, beyond inconsolable... and for a time they tried to fight me, but shortly realized it was a losing battle, so they tried to run, but it was pointless. I was fueled by my new master, and they fell before my blades shortly there after."
Jud took a breath, it felt good to tell his fall, it was soothing in a way. "I buried Phillia's body there on Althir, and never set foot or looked back from that point on. I returned to the fleet, and was greeted straight off the shuttle by Revan himself. I almost drew on him... Thinking he could tell from orbit what I had done." Jud smirked. "I realized that it would be futile, he had taught me how to duel. So, I waited as his emotionless masked-face stared at me. That's when he told me he could feel the hate within me, and that he and others he deemed trustworthy had also started to tread down the path I had just started. I was taken aback, thinking for certain that he was going to throw me into the brig until the end of the war, so I could await a formal trial and execution. Instead, at that very moment I pledged my allegiance to his new cause." Jud swilled the rest of the bottle down and got another. "And for that I was given my new name... my new life." Jud finished before opening the bottle and clinking it into the air.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 9:27:56 GMT -8
Hearing two stories & pulling up the memories of one of your own was a fair bit to take in at once for anyone. For a few minutes the only sound in the cave was the pop & crack of the fire & the sizzle of meat cooking. Eventually, the conversation would restart & a bit later another round of stories would be told.
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Post by Ice Matango on Oct 30, 2013 12:39:37 GMT -8
As the evening wore on they ate and drank some more - a lot more of the latter. It got to the point that Ice was feeling good, not a care in the world, and she let it show by beginning to hum a song. Soon she was putting words to the song, and not necessarily the correct words either.
"? Blame it all on my rooootsssh, I showed up in my birthday shuuit to ruin your black tie Jedi affair ?" A hiccup interrupted her singing for a second to which she just giggled and continued with the popular galaxy wide song.
"? The lasht one to know, the lasht one to show - I was the lasht one you though you'd see therrrre. I saw the shurprise and the fear in her eyes when I took her glassss of cham - ?" There was another hiccup and another round of giggles before she tipped up the bottle and took a long drink then continued.
"? - aaagne. I toasted you, said honey we may be through but you'll neverrrr hear me complaaaain - coz I got Siths in low places from Corushcant to the Outer Regions and I'll be okay. I'm done with youuu today. Get out of my faaaace. ?"
Stopping again, she looked at her drink and realized it was empty. Getting up from the flat rock she'd been sitting on, she moved to get another bottle out of one of the containers off to the side. After taking a couple of steps, she felt herself falling and couldn't do anything to stop it in her current state of inebriation so she reached out for the only thing close by to break her fall. Jud'dayus. She had no idea what part of his body she grabbed for but she immediately began apologizing profusely.
"Dude, I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
She scrambled to upright herself, while still apologizing, and looked down at the broken bottle. Tossing the bottle aside with a sigh, she straightened up enough to give her hand a closer look, inspecting it for glass and blood. Finding none of either she heaved a sigh of relief and glanced at The Admiral then to Jud'dayus, mumbling another apology as she did so.......
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 4, 2013 19:50:47 GMT -8
Jud lulled his head about as the Jedi sang, bobbing it lazily to the woman's semi-rhythmic beat; was it 4/4, or just 3/4, maybe even halftime? Jud gave the thought a shrug, thinking back to the deathly silence that had followed his autobiographical story. Even he had been silenced, thinking on such things, thinking of the ways that might have been, maybe even on what should have been. He looked down to the nearly empty bottle precariously clasped between his thumb, pointer, and middle finger.
His single eye focused and hazily unfocused on the lip of the bottle, twirling it slightly in the flickering firelight. Jud was lost in the flickering, only looking up slightly to see Ice get up for another bottle. He was about to ask for another himself when the woman lost her balance and landed squarely in his lap. There was a split second of shock, the Sith's mouth falling open slightly at the pressure exerted on his robed area. That brief hundredth of a second when you lock eyes with someone in disbelief, basically saying; "did that really happen"? truth be told, there was too much fabric between the Jedi's grasping hands and Jud's mummified physical features for anything to be identified, but the thought of it turned the Sith's pale face a very flushed red, before his features turned into a devilish smirk.
At first he tried to stifle it, his nose snorting, his smirking mouth contorting to make his thin lips tighter with effort, but it was no use, and a howling roar of laughter erupted from the Sith. He couldn't help himself, and he was too lubricated to care.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 12:27:32 GMT -8
Z'har soon join in on the well meant laughter, Passing another pair of bottles to the two figures that were still partially entangled.
-Z'har
I think our next story would benefit from being a little more light than the last round. Lets see ...
The large figure settles back for a moment to think.
-Z'har
There once were a pair of students learning the force. Now for the purpose of our story, it doesn't really matter if they were jedi or sith.
Now, these students were called Luke & Keith. Neither had yet built their lightsabre & both were being taught by a woman who was powerful in the force. Now during their training they had many adventures & excitements. One day they decided that they were going to 'borrow' their master's lightsabre, because she had never let them get a good look at it before. So while their master was in the bath, the boys snuck in & took the sabre from the pile of her clothes & quickly retreated back to their quarters.
Once there, they decided they might as well see what colour the blade was as well, as they had never seen her use it either. However, they were greatly surprised when they tried to turn it on. Instead of a glowing blade as they expected, it just began to hum & vibrate. Both the boys were very frightened by this as they feared they had broken the weapon. As they were arguing back & forth, each trying to hold tightly to the shaking sabre, their master entered their quarters. Taking the weapon without a word, she simple left.
Once they were sure she was gone, Luke turned to Keith & said "That is as angry as I have ever seen her". His friend Keith replied "True, I've never seen her face that red before."
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