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Post by Whill Sahn on Apr 15, 2013 7:35:02 GMT -8
*A mass of both light side and dark side energies swirling together to create what the grays call a balance. This "balance" is what attracts the dead gray jedi.*
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Post by Orar Traat'aliit on Oct 19, 2013 8:42:36 GMT -8
He had floated in the nothingness for eternity, for time had no meaning here. It was impossible to compartmentalise it and he had long since got used to seeing time as once big piece as opposed to dividing it into units like the living did. He had faded away from the real world back to this ambient state though his vision still swam with his sons departing fighter as it broke through the hangar bay doors of the space station. He didn't know why he had been drawn back or even how it had happened. He supposed that he had spent enough time cheating death and strolling around with his peers that death had finally had enough and called him back to the Force. Still, he didn't feel trapped here. He had the deep-seated impression that he could will himself back to the crude body of matter he had created to move unhindered through the planes of reality but he stayed himself. There must be a reason why he was back here. Even if the reason was mundane like to recharge himself like some droid, it was still worth finding the why.
He cast about, looking for anything that may give an answer to his predicament. The void looked different than it did the last time he was here. He knew he could picture the afterlife into a semblance of something he could relate to but again stayed his hand. He wanted to see it in its natural form, if such a thing could be considered natural. Unfortunately there was little to see. To his eyes the void around him was a uniform grey with a purplish cast to it. There was nothing whatsoever to indicate distance or the source of any light. No wonder the first thing he did when he had got here last time was to create a surrounding more suitable to his senses. The nothingness was disconcerting to say the least, lacking any frame of reference with which to measure the madness.
Andru sighed as he realised that this world was unlikely to offer him any answers. He knew there was likely to be other souls here but he was loath to actively search for them as he was sure that they would appear at his beck and call, not be real entities, but be a figment of his imaginary state. He kept his mind carefully blank, attempting to see and summon anything that was unclouded by his own thoughts or desires.
Something did change in the void around him. A shadow passed over him. The shadow of some vast winged being drifting lazily in the non-air above him. A glance up, however, revealed nothing he could see yet the shadow moved ahead of him, casting its misshapen image on what Andru could only refer to as the ground.
Shaking his head with part resignation part annoyance, he floated along after the strange apparition. If it had a destination, perhaps he could too.....
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Post by Orar Traat'aliit on Oct 19, 2013 13:15:54 GMT -8
He had wandered aimlessly within the void becoming bored of this blank setting. The strange apparition had vanished, if it had really been there in the first place, leaving him floundering along with no sense of direction. The desolate, grey nothingness stretched out before, behind and to either side of him, taunting him with its emptiness. He cast around with his senses, sifting through the emptiness with ethereal filters, seeking some kind of beacon for him to focus on. Something familiar loomed out towards him as he searched, something close enough to make him shudder a little even though he had no body to speak of. Yes, he thought, there it was again. Hate. Loathing. Supreme Arrogance.
Jacen?
The whisper slipped from him, the sound of it rebounding through the force and becoming deafening in the blighted silence of the void around him. The grey blankness seemed to swirl as he gazed about and took on strange, abstract shaped until they solidified into red-tinged mountain and rugged, rocky landscapes. Looking down, Andru saw that he stood on a gently sloping bank of rocky earth that sloped away into a crater-like bowl.
He blinked. Yes. He was standing. His body seemed intact and he took a tentative step, testing the abilities of this form and knowing that such assurances here were fleeting at best. He looked up and only then did his face blanch as he recognised where he was. The rocky "Mountain" in the distance was nothing of the sort, just as the crater on which he stood was caused by no meteor impact.
The rubble in the distance was all that was left of a once great Jedi Temple under the protection and tutelage of Jedi Grandmaster Caoimhin and destroyed in the fight between the august Jedi and one of Andru's worst and most feared enemies, Darth Caedus.
This was Haruun-Kal almost two years ago.
The man formerly know as Jacen Solo had been the orchestrator of this madness and destruction that Andru was witnessing the aftereffects of, making a deal with fell forces to bolster his plan of revenge and domination. The former Jedi Master wondered idly if Haruun-Kal was still blighted this way, wondered if the Corruption and Caedus' evil had forever left their mark on the place. Thinking of such things drew his eyes to the center of the crater. It was no longer there but he could still feel the echo of its existence. The Seed of the Corruption. The Seed that had ultimately been his fate as he had hurled himself into it to protect those he loved and those he was sworn to defend.
A cold laugh sounded from behind him and he turned slowly, long cloak billowing out as a sudden gust of hot wind raked through his shoulder length hair.
"Good to see you again cousin..."
He felt an intense chill at the words spoken by the hooded apparition in front of him. Glowing yellow eyes burned out of the shadows beneath the hood, as Andru peered at the figure standing no more than two meters from him. Inclining his head slightly, Andru gestured to the crater behind him.
"So Jacen, you managed to get everything around you destroyed again. I'd have thought you'd have got used to failure by now."
His voice echoed strangely in his ears, as if having no real purchase or substance. Steeling himself for an eruption of rage, Andru's hand drifted to the hilt of his lightsaber which, of course, wasn't there. Caedus just watched him with something close to amusement but darker. Mockingly vicious.
"Nothing I did here was a failure, Solo. I manipulated the vaunted Cao and let the Corruption take its course exactly as I planned."
Andru gave a mocking snort of defiance as he gestured around at the barren landscape, echoing the words just uttered.
"Exactly as you planned? The Corruption was destroyed, Cao is fine as far as I know and you.... You planned to die here?"
The mockery was still in his voice but it lacked conviction now as he was sure Caedus wasn't here to talk of past failures and possible outcomes. Something had gone as he had planned, of that Andru was sure. The 'what' still eluded him as the hooded form paced around to the left, coming to a stop on the lip of the craters edge. A shrouded arm rose to point at the center of the depression, haunting in its deliberate ease.
"The Seed here was destroyed, as was my physical body, but we both know that death is very rarely the end don't we?"
He could only nod mutely as the truth of that simple statement hit him. Caedus hadn't died without having some sort of plan to achieve his ends without being there to see them through. The Corruption too..... Then it hit him. That was what was familiar about the sounds that invaded him on Yavin Station! It was similar to the sounds the Corruption had made as its consciousness had tried to bend him to service while the vile poison had run rampant through his system.
Caedus turned to face him as another possibility thundered through the former Jedi's mind. The Corruption lived in the Yavin system! He wasn't sure but.... That wasn't the real threat! Storm clouds approached on the horizon. Something that sought to attack the Force itself moved among the shadows, soon to openly state its intentions. The maelstrom of threat gathered, approaching to destroy those he loved. His nemesis' agent already moved to preserve the Sith, of that he was sure. He must act to save his own or all would be lost to the darkness and balance would fall...
He blinked in surprise as he realised that Caedus had closed to stand right in front of him, a ghostly hand raised to his face.
"Unfortunately you wont be able to warn anyone. Enjoy the show, Solo."
He tried to pull away but it was too late. Caedus' power slammed into him, seeping into his consciousness and altering his memory at will. This trick didn't usually work on him but, coming from a Master of deception and in his weakened state, Andru Kierra-Solo felt his defenses ebbing until he sank quietly into oblivion.......[/font]
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 3, 2015 10:52:15 GMT -8
Continued from herePicas allowed his memories to fill him. They made him more real, somehow. More whole. And as he became more whole, so did He. His love, his darkness, the Sith Lord who had possessed him on Cloud City in what seemed like an eternity ago. Those same memories filled Him, and he smiled. "See?" He said. "The Force is giving us strength. We are the balance." Picas wasn't so sure, yet he trusted Him. He required redemption, he knew that, but Picas' love would never die.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 3, 2015 11:49:56 GMT -8
As the memories of his former life returned, all the terrible and selfish things he had committed while under the influence of the Dark Side of the Force played out before him. Death was strangely life-like, Picas found himself thinking, Wherever he was lit up like a holodrama, and he saw scenes from his murderous past act out as if he were alive again. He winced as he felt the anger and power as his cloaked and masked self fought with terrifying ferocity with Lord Endor. Civilians died. Picas blinked a single tear, though he did not know how. He was dead, he had no tear ducts.
He felt Him move closer as this memory played out, he felt His admiration for Picas increase. He placed His chin on Picas' shoulder and signed in contentment. Picas didn't shrug him off, for he felt that He should share his hole being with the one that he loved, even the bits that Picas didn't like. The atmosphere then changed to a lighter one. The memory was one of rain and night, and of the protection of innocents from violent and crazed Infected. Picas was wearing his robes then as he is now, the purest of white, with a glowing blue lightsaber swathing though hordes of infected. Picas remembered the lives he had saved that night, and the lengths to which he had gone to protect civilians. He had even teamed up with a dark-side nemesis to do so. He felt his love behind him admire his prowess in battle, and Picas liked the attention, though he knew he shouldn't.
The rest of Picas' life flashed quickly by. His efforts to turn Endor to the light side of the force, his subsequent battle against evil-imbued weapons, and finally his succumbing to the being standing behind him. He smiled. "And yet, for all the evil I have done, there is nothing I would change."
"Why is that?" He who stood behind him asked.
"You have just saw why. I have done good, too. I have been good."
"And what about now?" He said, stroking Picas' head lightly. "What are you now?"
Picas shook his head. "I am good, or am I? I'm unsure. If I were good, if I were a Jedi, would you be here? I don't think so."
The man behind him chuckled. "Together, we form a balance that no one else can. I am Sith, you are Jedi, and we are one."
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 4, 2015 7:44:53 GMT -8
Picas found he could walk in the emptiness now, seemingly gaining some sort of strength from his short time on Cloud City. He could no longer hear the voices of the people there, but he somehow could be there and be here at the same time. It was odd, though he wasn't sure why he found it such. Death has no locality, no bounds. "Do you know why you are here, and have not moved on?" He asked behind him.
"I have to admit, I haven't thought on it." Picas answered honestly. He wasn't sure why he hadn't become one with the force. Had it been something to do with the way he had died? Perhaps, as he died possessed by a Sith Lord. "I know I am not going out of my way to deny the will of the Force, and remain in limbo. Other than that, I am not sure."
"I have a theory," the man accompanying him postulated. "You are not denying the will of the Force, we are not denying the will of the Force. It is literally that simple."
Picas thought on this. "But that would mean that the Force does not want me? Or wants me to stay in limbo? As what, punishment? Eternity to spend with you to atone for all the horrible things I have done?"
The man shook His head, the brown locks of hair making butterflies flutter in Picas' stomach. "The Force does not want us dead. We are meant to live, and it is showing us that we can return to life. Your brief journey to the land of the living proved that. I am here with you, because it is our destiny. The Force wants us to live, and live together."
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 4, 2015 8:50:00 GMT -8
Picas sensed another presence, other than Him who accompanied the Jedi, in the emptiness that surrounded them. They both looked around, and He grasped for a lightsaber that wasn't at His hip. Picas knew that such weapons would not accompany them in death, and was much more Jedi-like about the experience. He searched for the other presence without fear, but it was the presence who found them first. "Do not be afraid," said a female voice, light and full of hope.
"Who are you?" The man that accompanied Picas asked, anger escaping his lips and not being able to find the new presence. Picas smiled, pondering why he could love someone so different to himself. He marvelled at the mystery of love, and decided that trying to understand it was a fruitless task.
"I am Ilana, adept of the White Current." She said, and then her body appeared. She was robed and beautiful, with black hair stylized in some sort of insect hive. She bowed to the two of them.
"White Current?" He said before Picas could talk. "I've never heard of it."
Picas placed a hand on His black-robed shoulder. "I have, or have you forgotten that I was a Jedi Historian? I thought you had my memories, anyway?"
He shook his head. "I don't have your memories, just the ones that we shared."
Picas nodded, though he still didn't understand. "Someone who follows he White Current is part of the Fallanassi. Their White Current is our Force, more or less. They're known to be very good at manipulating the Force in the areas of mind, body and spirit. More physical manifestations elude them, however."
Ilana cleared her throat. "I am here, so stop with the technicalities."
That brought a question to Picas' mind. "But how are you here? And why, more importantly? We've not seen another soul since we've been here, and it already feels like an eternity."
Ilana nodded. "Death is timeless. You have been here forever, and only for a few seconds. It is difficult to understand. Anyway, I am here through my mastery of the White Current, it allows me to communicate with you. As to why, well, didn't you call me?"
Picas and He who accompanied him both shook their heads.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 4, 2015 13:03:12 GMT -8
"I heard you calling, and I came," explained Ilana, sounding herself confused. "So you didn't call me?"
"No, we didn't call you," Picas said again, fighting frustration. He was getting bored of being dead quickly, with just Him for company. Love can only do so much, and was hoping to get along with exploring the chance of resurrection, and did not want the distraction of Ilana and her riddles. His Jedi training kicked in, however, and the frustration was swallowed by patience. Picas felt a calm come over him, aided by his Jedi Historian interest in the Fallanassi. "But you must be here for a reason, no? The Force brought you here. I wonder why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He said, standing close to Picas in a way only a couple can. "She's here to help us get our lives back, rather literally of course."
Picas frowned. "Whatever she has to teach will not be much use with you!" He winced as he said it. "I am sorry, but Fallanassi and their White Current are all to do with patience and self-control, not features of a Sith Lord."
Picas' partner flashed his grin that seemed to melt Picas' heart. "What was Darth Sidious, if not patient? When patience serves our needs, it serves us. But I agree, I see no way that Fallanassi techniques will help. I was hoping she would strengthen our link to the living world with her mere presence."
Ilana shook her head. "I think I know why I am here. To introduce the Jedi to total immersion, and to introduce the Sith to illusions."
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 4, 2015 21:50:24 GMT -8
"I already know how to hide myself in the Force," Picas replied, thinking back to his times as a Jedi Historian on Cloud City. "A good friend called Captain taught me." And, as if to prove himself, he collapsed his Force presence to nothingness, like holding a breath.
The Fallanassi raised an eyebrow. "You already have some training, then, so that will make things easier. You might be able to hide yourself in the Force, but people walking around will still see you. When you return to life, to bring balance to your Force, you will sometimes need to remain unseen from any method of detection. We Fallanassi have perfected this technique." She looked over to Him, the Sith Lord, who was listening with eyes wide. "I will deal with the Jedi first, you go meditate or something."
Picas giggled at the thought of Him meditating, but thankfully He did wander off, but remained in sight. "Okay, so what do I do?"
"You have to see the Force as our White Current. It is an alternative perspective which might seem unnatural, but it is the only way it is done. You know the Force as created from all life, yes? It is what connects everyone and everything everywhere. The White Current is made up of our minds, bodies and spirits, and these aspects - the whole self - create the White Current. Do you understand?"
Picas was trying to, but it was too alien an ideology to quickly grasp. "I have a theoretical background of your culture, as a Jedi Historian, however knowing facts and understanding knowledge are two completely different things. I do not see what you want me to see, yet."
Ilana smiled. "It will be easier here than anywhere else. Close your eyes." Picas did so. "Feel the Force as it is created by life. It reflects every aspect of everything, no? Now focus on yourself. Have you found your own Force presence?" Picas nodded, but remained silent. "Examine it. See that it is made from your mind and your thoughts, your spirit and your soul, and your body. Can you see?"
Picas examined himself in the Force for a while. He could definitely sense his spirit, or his soul, as that was what give him the light-side alignment in the Force. It also drew a smile to his face involuntarily, seeing that the Force still considered him a Jedi. He struggled hard to find his mind, but found it eventually. Once he had, the mind and the spirit seemed combined, and from there the body fell into place. The body was the support for the mind and spirit, and seemed like the one that projected them into the Force, but was slightly separate. "I can see." He said.
"Good... can you see how your body isn't quite as joined as your mind and spirit?" Picas nodded. "Total immersion in the Force, or the White Current, involves finding the ripple created in the current by the three aspects of yourself that appear in the Force, and joining them."
"Well, how do I do that?" Picas asked, confused.
Ilana smiled, though Picas could not see. "You join your thoughts and your soul first, as those are what you use to control the Force anyway. The body comes after you know exactly who you are, and then can identify itself in the Current."
Picas thought he knew what to do, and began meditating.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 5, 2015 12:18:39 GMT -8
Picas found that steady breathing came almost as second nature. It was a big part of a Jedi's training, meditation, and eventually it was as easy as sleeping. Excitement flashed in his mind as he thought about this new Fallanassi ability. If he could master it, then he could become invisible. At last, that was his understanding. Invisible by all detection methods. Shrinking himself in the Force as the Captain had taught him many moons go still left many ways to detect him, by seeing for example. It could really help him, help them.
He found himself in the Force quickly, focusing on the only Jedi he could find. His spirit was the first thing that was apparent, a benevolent and caring presence. Then, as he focused more on bringing himself in alignment with that feeling, the mind appeared. It was odd, observing himself from the outside. One would think that the mind looked after the soul, with it being the intelligent one, but Picas found to some surprise that the soul both protected and nourished the mind, with thoughts that he once thought originated from mind actually began as feelings in the soul.
Picas then focused on bringing his body in line with the other two aspects of the White Current. Now he had found his impressions of both his mind and his soul as ripples in the Force, he should be able to go the next step and complete the technique. But it was less than forthcoming. For all he tried, he could not seem to force his body into the Force to join with the mind and soul. They did not seem to... match. Like they were incompatible.
But what had Ilana said about the body? He had to know himself before he could recognise himself? Was that it? But it made no sense!
But then he thought of who he was, what he accomplished and how Picas viewed himself. But something seemed missing, He didn't feel whole, and it was quite a sad thing. What was missing? There was some sort of spark that just wasn't in him, but then his thoughts travelled to his companion, the Sith Lord who had possessed him and who he had fallen in love with. The very thought seemed to draw him closer to his mind and spirit, and as he thought about their relationship more, the easier it was to recognise himself in the Current.
Until, finally, his body was aligned with his mind and spirit in the White Current, and he was at peace.
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Post by Picas Dixon on May 6, 2015 12:41:18 GMT -8
Picas knew he had accomplished total immersion in the White Current, he felt see-through. Being transparent felt amazingly freeing, but taxing. As soon as his attention meandered to something else, he would drop out of the White Current. After holding himself in that state for what seemed like forever, but in reality was only five minutes, he brought himself out of the meditative state, a sheepish grin on his face. "I did it!" He said.
Ilana was also smiling. "You learn quickly, Picas! But you have managed it so quickly because you are dead, and do not have the physical limitations of drawing on the Force like a living being. Once you are resurrected, the ability will become much more difficult."
She turned to Him, the Sith Lord and Picas' love, with steely determination in her eyes. "Now it's your turn."
Picas was looking forward to this.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 19:15:08 GMT -8
An eternity later, the memory stopped.
The 'night' sky above me became visible as my eyes regained focus, the points of light still unmoving. I was on my back in the soft 'earth'. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. There was only the stillness, that horrible stillness. That maddening quiet. It was so much louder now that the memory had passed. I laid there an eternity more, trying to regain clarity from the shock and insanity the memory developed inside of me.
As soon as I believed I could move again, the torture began anew. This time it was the memory of Jarad's betrayal. Once again, my grief, terror and despair was amplified to a degree I had not felt when I was alive. I immediately slipped back into madness.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 10, 2015 10:35:49 GMT -8
Picas watched as the love of his life, the soul that was bonded to him even in death, flared His nostrils in frustration. Ilana was trying to teach him how to create illusions through the White Current. Picas had mastered his task relatively quickly, only due to his training with Captain a lifetime ago on Bespin. A Sith Lord used hatred and anger to fuel vicious attacks, so creating illusions was beyond His normal skillset.
Picas wondered why he hadn't given a name to his lover yet, and why he hadn't even asked for one. It perturbed him. Once they were alive again - for Picas knew now more than ever that their shared destiny was to bring balance to the Force - Picas would ask Him what his name was.
"I cannot grasp what you are trying to teach, witch!" He snarled. Ilana simply smiled with patience, which just angered the Sith soul even more. "What do you mean, 'see the Current'? I only see my power in the Force."
"That is your issue," Ilana replied. "Teaching illusions should be easier than teaching immersion!" She sat directly opposite Him, cross-legged, and held her right hand out, palm upward. She blinked, and a forest-covered sphere flashed into existence. "See? This is Kashyyyk, an illusion that I have just created through the Current. Touch it, it's not like your normal Force trickery." Picas watched Him touch the sphere, and recoil at the realness of it. He looked at Ilana expectedly to explain, to share the secret.
"I have gently nudged the Current to form a sphere here, but the key work is 'gently'. I have not demanded that the Current create this, but used my expert skill to shape it by steadying the flow of the Current. Do you understand?"
Picas did, but only because he had immersed himself in the White Current. He could tell his Sith counterpart did not.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 10, 2015 13:25:29 GMT -8
"Save your strength!" Ilana was saying. "Use it for when it is required. The White Current requires subtlety. Nudge it, do not force it. Do not bend it to your will, as you do the Force, but alter its flow so that it still gets to its destination while attending to your need. Do you understand?"
Picas watched intently. As a Jedi Historian, he knew all about the Fallanasi and their White Current, but to see it being taught by someone who understood it was more than what he could have hoped for. He could feel his lover beginning to understand what Ilana was saying, and His anger began to ebb. Picas smiled, but said nothing. He had not been present during Picas' trial, so Picas would respect Him.
"I see." He said. "This 'White Current' nonsense would have been well placed under Palpatine, he was the Sith Lord who manipulated and schemed, and got others to do his bidding without even realising they were doing it. That's what you're asking me to do, isn't it? Manipulate your Current to do my will without it even realising."
Picas' smile faded. That was an interesting take on the subject. He didn't know why he expected anything different, after all his lover was a Sith, though Picas did not sense the same darkness as he had during his life on Bespin. He had changed, hopefully for the better. Ilana seemed to be taken aback, too. "Well, in a sense, yes." She admitted, though it was obvious she did not like her beloved and non-violent view of the Force be corrupted so absolutely.
Picas' companion waved his hand over the forested orb hovering in front of him - the illusion that Ilana had created. With a smirk, the lush forests began to wilt, and then were set aflame. It wasn't long below the entire plant was wrapped in a deadly fire, its surface blackened ash.
"I think I got it," He said.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 10, 2015 23:22:54 GMT -8
Picas sighed. Ilana had left them, disappeared as quickly as she had appeared. Her work was done, she had said, and Picas and his companion had been given the tools required to 'save the galaxy'. It would help if they were alive. "We need to focus on how to be resurrected," Picas was saying. His other half was having far too much fun with His new illusion power, creating landscapes and warships and people with a thought. "You won't be able to do that once we're back in the land of the living, you know. Our connection to the Force is almost unlimited here, in death, but it is not so in life."
"Best that I make the most of it now, then," He replied. Picas couldn't fault HIs logic, but his Jedi patience was wearing thin. Time passed differently in death, and he felt like he had been there forever.
"We need to focus on our resurrection, and how we're going to do it!" Picas repeated. Then, the Sith Lord turned to him with a smile.
"Couldn't agree more," he said. "We're going to need a ship once we're alive again, so we can travel the galaxy and bring balance to the Force. Let's face it, you won't have any credits. But I will."
"We need to be alive to take advantage of your credits, though!" Picas replied.
"Leave it with me," He said, and sat down, legs crossed. "You've been to Bespin, right? You've saw the land of the living, right? Why can't I do the same?"
Picas wasn't sure what had just happened, but he trusted Him. He decided to wait.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 11, 2015 6:53:10 GMT -8
Picas watched as his lover rose from his meditation with a smile on his face. "Did you do it? What did you do, is probably the better question." Picas asked.
"I have organised a ship for when we return to the land of the living. I promise, you'll love it. It will help us travel the galaxy and bring balance to the Force. It was odd, talking to someone other than you." He explained, and Picas could tell he was drained by the experience.
"But where did you go? Who did you see? And how did you get is a ship?" Picas was unsure whether to trust Him or not.
"I went to an old colleague, it was a surprise he recognised me without my tattoos." Picas raised an eyebrow, trying to imagine Him with tattoos. He wasn't sure whether he liked the idea or not. "I can rely on him to get us our ship."
"Wait, he saw you?" Picas asked, remembering his voyage to Bespin - none of the living saw him there. How was it that He could communicate with them and Picas couldn't?
He nodded. "And he remembered my name."
Picas almost hesitated. "And what is that? Even I do not know your name."
He looked directly into Picas' eyes, their connection almost seemed physical. Perhaps it was enhanced by the afterlife? "I am Ignus, or I was. I'm not sure anymore."
"It beats having no name at all!" Picas said. Ignus, it suited him somehow.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 11, 2015 7:43:28 GMT -8
Picas was pacing, though he knew it was useless. He was a Jedi Historian, surely he - if anyone - would know how to come back from the dead?! He remembered a passage in the Dantooine archives about one of the Skywalker decedents using the Dark Side to stave off death, but it wasn't the same as bringing someone back to life. And what about Ignus? He didn't even have a body!
Picas turned to Ignus. His hands were performing complex manoeuvres over his entire body. Picas was unsure what he was doing, but his eyes widened as Ignus' skin began to change colour, deepening towards a vibrant red. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"I miss my tattoos," Ignus replied distantly. Picas realised that he was using his newly acquired skill from Ilana the Fallanasi to project an illusion of Sith tattoos on his body. Picas felt an involuntary flutter in his stomach. He found that he... liked the tattoos. He shook his head, as if to shake the idea from his mind.
"That's all very nice and all, but how do we get out of here? Do you have any ideas?" Ignus simply shook his head, and continued creating the tattoo-illusion.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 11, 2015 11:34:11 GMT -8
Ignus didn't have his Sith tattoos present for long before allowing the illusion to collapse. "I don't think I want to go back to the Sith, Picas." He said. Picas remained silent, unsure what to say. The Jedi would not accept him, but then did Picas want to go back to the Jedi? Probably not, if he was honest with himself. Then he knew what to say.
"That's okay, I don't want to go back to the Jedi Order either. I'm not sure what we'll do, but both light and dark will need to be eradicated if balance is to be brought to the Force, and we can't do that from either side. We must stand from outside."
Ignus smiled, understanding what Picas was saying. He decided to give the idea form. "Our own Order? I like it, it's feasible. And I think you're right; it is the only way to bring balance. And I have the perfect way to create it."
Picas approached Ignus, intrigued. "Yes?"
"The person who I contacted when I visited the living was not just an old acquaintance, he was a highly skilled admiral from a disbanded faction called the Ronove Order. We could revive this, use it as our calling banner, and eradicate both the Sith and Jedi."
"I knew there was a reason why I love you." Picas said, beaming. They embraced.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 0:16:16 GMT -8
Picas had time to think on this new 'Ronove Order'. He believed more than anyone that the Jedi and the Sith marauding the galaxy must be destroyed, but he was concerned which area of the Force Picas himself fell into. He wasn't Jedi, he knew that much for sure, but he could not say for certain that he wasn't Sith.
He thought on this more, and realised that while he might not fit in with the current Sith that had made themselves known in the galaxy, that did not mean he wasn't Sith himself - a new kind of Sith, one who imposed order on the galaxy. It reminded him of what Jacen Solo had become. All historians knew of that tale, and it somehow drew Picas. It was worrying, too. Sith had always been 'evil', and Picas wasn't evil?
Ignus know that Picas was concerned. They had a bond that allowed them to share their feelings. Picas did not voice his worries, however. He sat and began to meditate. He needed more clarity before he was resurrected.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 2:52:36 GMT -8
The more Picas mediated, the more he knew he had done good works, and had been at his best at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. Possessed by Ignus, he had caused terrible death and destruction to innocents. As a Jedi, he had gained wonderful knowledge through his studies of the archives there. He was even entrusted to bring them up to date. The Force always balanced itself out. The First Jedi Purge after the Jedi Civil War, the Great Jedi Purge under Palpatine, the Force always found a way. Picas had visions of meditating back on Dantooine and renovating the Enclave. Training new Jedi in a different way would help bring balance to the Force, no?
Picas still had a lot to think about.
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