Unforeseen Stop

[Zigloo]

Wide-eyed and filled with a sense of adventure, ignorant of the almost pitiful yet sardonic smiles the crew aboard the freight vessel he'd caught a ride with off-world from Iridonia, Sostos (or Sauce as the men called him) drank in the splendor of the star-speckled blanket of space sprawled out before him as the ship made way through what he'd not known to be oppressed territory-- Sith territory.

He turned, catching the captain's arm with a well-meaning grasp, "When do we reach Coruscant?"

The captain turned, face twisted in a confused grimace before settling on realization, "Ah, yeah, that's... How much do you know about what's going on out there?"

"Going on?" Sauce parroted back to the captain questioningly.

"The war," the captain responded, "It's far more encompassing than I think a great deal of people might want to realize-- Coruscant is-... Well, we're not going there."

Anger flushed Sauce's tattooed face, a spark of confusion perverted with rage breathed a fire in his eyes; the captain saw the Zabrak's alarm and attempted to quell the situation as fast as he could with a placating gesture, holding his hands up submissively, "This isn't my idea, Sauce. It's your folks."

The anger drained from Sauce's expression, "How-... Why?"

The captain perked a brow, "Iridonia isn't a great place to... Carve a name for yourself, and it's proving less safe than previously anticipated."

"It's home," Sostos said solemnly, "I left home on a lie."

"You left home on a promise of a better future granted by loving parents," the captain growled, his annoyance at the prideful Zabrak's incredulity sponging through his tone, "And that's a damn good deal if you ask me."

The captain spun on his heel and made way toward some other space within the rickety, cavernous maw of the vessel's spacious belly while calling out, "Get yourself together. We're docking at a station nearby for a quick supply run. We'll plot our course there."

---

The crew had since disembarked, filing lazily into a somewhat coldly-lit space station complete with stark, sterile steel grating for flooring and harsh fluorescent lighting that seemed to rob the area of its color given the chance. They kept their conversation to hush, making way to a small bar on-site. Sauce was upset and hadn't any intention of staying aboard the vessel, and therefore made his way to the bar in kind. He hadn't drank anything other than what his limited family's means permitted him at his age, but he was cautious not to over indulge lest he not be quick-witted about his next move. He took a seat at the bar itself, giving a curt nod to a disinterested barkeep.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

The Anzat walked around the station, taking great strides at a time. He'd taken his hat off earlier, since it brushed against the ceiling, and not only absorbed all the filth, but it also fell off his head every once in a while. A screw fell and bounced off his shoulder.

"Tch," he murmured, "badness gracious, what the frak possessed me to come here?"

He was currently heading to the dock.
Originally, he wanted to go to Coruscant, but the pilot of the ship he took over decided to dump him at the station because "the atmosphere was too dangerous".

A ship landed and a crew filed out quietly, as though they didn't want their presence to be known. The Anzat noticed some of the people wincing as the fluorescent lighting hit them.

A Zabrak walked out, and he felt the man was Force sensitive. Quietly chuckling, the Anzat followed him with his gaze, then merged into the crew (with difficulty, as he was extremely tall; he had to use a bit of Force cloaking), then tailed the Zabrak to the bar.

The lighting of the bar was a bit less harsh, but it was quiet for a bar. Here and there was the occasional passed-out alien, but nothing really stood out. As the Anzat sat down next to the Zabrak, he waved away the bartender who was asking if he wanted anything to drink.

"So... you come here often?" he asked, glancing at the other Force-sensitive.

 

[Zigloo]

Sauce shifted in his seat, an uneasy feeling seemed to crawl along his flesh with gradual intensity the closer the man came to him as if someone were to tease the hair on one's arms with a static-laden balloon, except this feeling did not dissipate the longer the man held his post on the seat next to him. The man's off-handed attempt at small-talk plowed through his head with the ferocity of a rabid animal, but the Iridonian in him kept his expression collected and unmoved; "...No, I don't. I don't go anywhere often. Why?"

The captain of the vessel he'd been traveling with peered over a thick-glassed mug of some brew or another, attention spliced between the crew's business-oriented conversation and the exchange taking place between the somewhat naïve Zabrak and the newcomer. Sith space was terrifying-- navigating the territory never ceased to breed a brilliant lightning storm of panic that arced skeletal trees of unease and horror anytime he came within distance of another vessel of any sort in his ventures-- and the people therein were much more terrifying even so.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

The Anzat smiled. It didn't take a Force user to tell the man next to him was terrified. Quietly chuckling, he answered, "Just a small joke. What's your name? If you wish, I'll say mine first."

The crew has begun looking at them, but using a mind trick he'd been developing, the Anzat willed them away. The ability was basically in his blood.

Sith space was much fun, considering he was a Sith. People feared him, and the Anzat (quite literally) fed on fear. He was not a mindless beast, however, and he wasn't planning on feasting on the Zabrak. The Anzat had eaten earlier and was not hungry. The meal had consisted of an old man. He was unknowingly Force-sensitive and his soup had proven rather tasty. For a second, he cherished the memory of his latest meal, then snapped back to reality. The Zabrak was speaking.

 

[Zigloo]

A chunk of the crew turned their attention away from the scene at the bar, busying themselves with the intricacies and statistics of their ship-side jobs as so they could drum up the details necessary for their next big haul-- a haul they'd only tried once or twice before with little to no success.

The Captain, however, did not break his gaze from the scene-- at least not immediately; his profession had brought him into contact a plethora of colorful characters who fancied themselves the baddest of the bad or the most saintly of the saints, and therefore knew enough to keep himself out of trouble (such as when to look away when everyone else has suddenly done so with no provocation-- some Jedi thing he presumed). The men at the table exchanged this and that, but the Captain's mind lingered on the Zabrak-- himself, the young Iridonian's designated ward.

Sauce nodded, "I'm Sostos, but my companions call me Sauce." Sauce rapped his knuckles against the surface of the bar, "But yeah, I'm sorry-- what's your name?"

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi had decided to get off of Hoth again for a little bit and got onto her old transport ship and headed for the Corusant system. She wasn't the best flyer but she was skilled and could fly to places without killing herself. The ship was quiet for the next few minutes until it emerged from hyperspace to Corusant. She saw that the planet was speckled with lights all over and it looked like a shiny ball of lights.

A few minutes later she broke into the atmosphere of the planet and found a good landing spot and landed on the surprising blinding space port. She disembarked her ship and headed towards a bar. It was small but she figured they'd have something for her to drink there. The young Jedi sensed that there were other force sensitives there so she tried her best to mask her force sensitivity. For one, she realized that these force users seemed to be the opposite side of the force than her and for two, she noticed that there was an entire crew of pirates in the area. She sat down at the bar keeping her hood over her head with her red waves stuck out around the brim of her hood. She tucked a strand of the firey red hair back in its place revealing her face slightly as the bartender came over to take her order. She ordered a beer politely and the bartender was gone for a few minutes until he came back with her beer. She smiled, nodding her head to him in thanks and popped the top off from the bottle and took a sip of the sweet smooth liquid.

 

[Richie B.]

Feeling the force guide him the warrior had arrived on Coruscant to pay tribute to the fallen warriors, he was in his white robes and black Wan-Shen without the blade out, making it look more like a staff than a spear. Walking on the space station over the dead world was weird and uncomfortable but it was for a greater purpose, looking around he had notice what looked to be a Sith, which seemed to be able to send shivers down his spine. Weird considering the Matukai warrior was knight level and could be able to handle the lone Sith but where there was one bug there were more to come. Meaning that he needed to leave, unfortunately he picked up two other force signatures one who was next to the creature another that was at the bar.

Fearing the worst could happen pretending to be a monk walked towards the young Jedi, though he was strong with the force and a clear beacon of the lightside the Sith would be able to tell that, Triton was a match for him. An a battle in a space station was a dangerous thing. Sitting down on a crate he watched as the scene played out, hoping for a chance to grab the Zabrak before the Sith has time to corrupt the poor soul, if the Zabrak wasn't already a sith, but for some reason the warrior doubted that.

Keeping his senses heighted he listened to everything that was happening around him hoping to watch over those that might need help in the future.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

Grinning, he sniffed the air quietly. The smell of soup thickened all of a sudden. This was just getting better and better. "I'm Alphonse Cunningham," he answered the Zabrak, not very amused at the name Sauce as others undoubtedly were. A young girl scurried into the bar and sat down, hood pulled over her hair. Alphonse snapped out of his thoughts about luck and smirked. He might not be planning to harm the Zabrak, but who knew what might happen with the girl? The Anzat might not have been hungry, but when such a nice meal plops down in front of him, what is he supposed to do, pass it on?

Her Force presence was pretty much nonexistent, and hadn't it been for his Anzat genes, Alphonse wouldn't have noticed her as a Force-sensitive. And then the other guy arrived. The Sith could smell him from a mile away. He was more adept with the Force than the others, and might have also been tasty.

"Sauce, what's your opinion on Jedi?" he murmured, not taking his gaze off the blond man, who was also dashing glances at them. Alphonse was still wearing his glasses, so it was unclear to others where he was staring.

The Sith concentrated on his hate, for the Jedi Order, for the station he was in, and for everything else he could think of. Now, he broadcasted it, sending waves of anger around him, and the atmosphere in the bar grew darker, more negative. If his trick worked, he could cause both Jedi to lose their temper, and that was a bad thing for Jedi, as anger and fear were emotions they shouldn't feel. A smirk curled up his lips.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi took another sip of her beer until she heard the sith say his name to the zabrak that he was sitting with. She was sitting two bar stools away from the two so she heard the murmur of the sith and raised an eyebrow slightly looking their way. Yes she also did sense another force sensitive coming in but her focus was on the two next to her.

She then felt that he was trying to use a mind trick of some sorts that she had never encountered before and she sensed evil, darkness and anger. She resisted his mind trick and her hand slid unnoticeable under the bar to her Lightsaber hidden under her cape and she rubbed her thumb on the shiny metal. She felt that at some point she would have to break into some sort of fight to get out of the place, so she prepared herself mentally gathering up her strength if it was going to be needed. Yes, she was a Jedi, but she was muscular for being a girl. So she had beaten a few sith in her time, including some wampas that left a nice big scar on her left shoulder.

Naomi now felt no need to hide her force sensitivity because the sith that just let ultimately strong emotions out through the force into the room, it should mask her force sensitivity pretty well, so she relaxed and finished up her beer. The force that he let out was super strong but she knew that she couldn't give into the feeling of anger and those type of emotions because that would mean it would turn her against the order she was born into.

 

[Zigloo]

Sauce winced, his mouth pulled into a loose grimace at the question-- though this behavior was surprising because the man's question held no obvious malice or insult-- and he growled his response; "What does it matter? I don't know anything about either and I'd prefer to keep it that way if it's keeping me from- Hey! Barkeep! You've ignored me the entire time I've been here! What gives?!" Keep your cool, he thought, What is wrong with you? Sauce surveyed the room, but found that there was tension present what with the inordinate amount of hooded figures having filed inside since his arrival-- it was as though he'd unwittingly been made host to some religious prayer meet. He snickered, somehow absentmindedly soothing the unprovoked and erratic anger that built in his chest.

Religion. He'd often heard of the Jedi and the Sith practicing some type of Religion and working with something called The Force. This knowledge was available to him, as it had been with countless worlds, in the same fashion that you might hear about extremist religious ideologies in far off lands; that is to say that it was known but not understood.

Religion. The word popped into his head again and his mind started working connections between the people in the room and the question he was asked; his brow furrowed. "Wait... Are you-"

The Captain had already risen from his seat at the Zabrak's snicker: this was getting rough. "Hey, Sauce! We gotta go soon," he called, interrupting and making his way to the young Iridonian much to the surprise of his own crew seeing as how they were nestled deep in a detailed, albeit suddenly confrontational, debate with one another over the previously mentioned but yet to disclosed task they'd agreed upon.

Sauce blinked and turned his attention to the Captain-- there was something disingenuous in his jovial address, but by no means ill-meant; the bulky ship captain's tone conveyed what Sauce sensed (No, not sense-- that doesn't make sense, Sostos thought) was a warning. The Captain closed the gap between he and the Zabrak, but his eyes were fixed on the man seated next Sauce; he held a tight yet chilling smile as if to carry some thinly-veiled intimidation. "Uh... Y-Yeah. Wait, what? Why?"

"Time to go," the Captain repeated, though his eyes were still fixed on the other man.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi's hood fell back as she drank the last of the beer revealing a freckled, ice blue eyed girl with long fire red wavy hair. she looked to the side were the two men were sitting and she looked somewhat nervous, already knowing that they were sith, now wondering what they would do if they next found that she was a Jedi. When she got nervous, she lost control of keeping her force sensitivity under control and wondered even more what would happen next.

The Jedi's head snapped around when she heard a strong voice from the other side of the room. She for some reason felt very unsafe. Naomi's eyes narrowed as she continued to keep her hands on her sabers and then watch the two men out of the corner of her eye.

"Whats gonna happen next?"

She said in her head. She was pretty sure that maybe the two sith could hear her and it would probably sound to them as if she was thinking out loud. Naomi wasnt sure, but she kept her question firm almost waiting for a response as she then turned her head and looked at the men better now. the one guy, who went by Sauce, was a big guy and the other guy, who went by Alphonse, seemed even bigger. Sure she was muscular, but these guys' muscles were almost three times the size of hers. She wasnt sure if she would stand a chance if she happened to get into a fight.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton continued to sit down watching and listening to all that happened on this station, though knew unless something extremed happened there wouldn't be anything he could do. The station was in Imperium space and with a sith there was little hope of fighting without having to deal with more Imperium soldiers coming in.

Hearing the Sith ask the man what his opinions were on the Jedi, the warrior began to worry, though it wouldn't be surprising if the Sith thought he was a Jedi, than that means that a fight might just start. An with the sudden feeling of anger it was clear the Sith was trying to pick a fight, but Triton has always been a Matukai whose purpose to fight, makes them really good at controlling their own emotions. So the Sith will be forced to be the one to start the fight if anything happens, with his Wan-Shen in his right hand, the warrior was ready for the fight if the Sith tries to start one.

Continuing to be at peace with himself, the warrior waited an watch his eyes like a predator, the dark pupils seeing through the glasses watching the Sith, but deciding to mess with the Sith, be concentrated on the training he had with the Matukai order. Allowing himself to become a tool of the light, letting the place feel the powerful and beauty of the force in its purest form, any anger or hatred the people felt would be engulfed by the peace and tranquility the light gave.

Smirking, he would watch the Sith's reaction a way of saying that this man was not afraid of the Sith, though he rather not fight if so better let the Sith feel that he isn't in complete control.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

"Why's everyone so upset?" he asked, with mock innocence. Using the Force, he made the captain sit back down, making sure to do so anonymously.

Alphonse could clearly feel the man's rays of happiness and love. They unfazed the Anzat, as he was born into the Dark Side, pretty much. He sent out more anger. If a fight was what he wanted, a fight was what the Sith will give him. The fluorescent lighting exploded at once, thanks to the Sith, plunging the bar and hallway into darkness. If people wanted to escape, they wouldn't be able to, and that would make the fight more fun.

"Now, who put out the lights?" he commented, once again mocking innocence. "Come on guys, the electric bill's gonna be a bitch to pay!"

He concentrated on his anger more and sensed where every entity in the room was. His hands flew to his blasters, and took them out, not shooting yet, and waiting for someone else to start the brawl. A slight snicker sneaked through his lips, and escalated into loud, insane laughter. Grinning deviously, the stood up and "looked" around.

"Well, chaps, seems as though we have ourselves a problem here. Scared of the big bad Sith?" he spoke loudly.

 

[Zigloo]

The Captain did not in fact sit down, but rather backed away and took a fistful of the Zabrak's shirt while taking grip of a concealed sidearm. Sauce was caught off-guard by the Captain's sudden action but he did catch his move for the weapon seated on the waistline of The Captain's pants before the lights went out.

And the lights did go out. Pitch black and a suffocating stillness pushed itself into the room like ocean water filling up a punctured submarine. The uneasiness that had taken up residence in Sauce's chest like a terrified caged bird started fluttering again-- it was an unnatural feeling that he hadn't quite understood the source of.

With a shrill whine of electrical startup, several torches cast brilliant cones of light across the bar-- each torch stemming from the breast of one of the freight-ship crew members. The last light hummed to life from the breast of the Captain, his expression impassive but still carrying the heft of power. In this light, Sauce saw that the Captain wasn't a man who'd easily been trifled with; he'd commanded the respect of his peers, whoever they may have been, and carried the power that came with it. He reckoned this bulky crew leader that had his shirt entwined in his meaty fist had seen years of hardship and had endured double that over. The unfortunate thing is that, given talk aboard the ship that he'd heard within the short space of time he spent on the freight vessel, this man's power had diminished in the element of manpower or command. He didn't let it show, though.

The Captain allowed the hooded figure at the bar to spew his "sinister" cliches, obviously hoping to draw some surprise at the revelation that he was a Sith-- a Sith in Sith space, no less; not a surprise. The old man had heard his share of "villainous" crap from the mouths of countless people whether they'd used title of Sith, Bounty Hunter, or just crazed psycho... He didn't bother with the banter, nor did he feed this man's ego: "Ain't nobody scared; just thirsty. We're leaving now. We don't want any part of you people and your war." Smart. The Captain had been alive this long because he knew how to pick his battles, but the Zabrak seemed to be of special interest to this creature. Unfortunate. What was more unfortunate is that his crew had since readied weapons as precaution and were now alarmed to this individual's true role, making it far more difficult to just Jedi/Sith their minds into doing whatever.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi sensed that something was about to happen. She sensed the darkness then all of a sudden light. Once she sensed the light, she hooked onto it and helped the warrior build up the feeling of light, her hands still on her sabers. Then it happened. She heard the shattering of lights and quickly, she put her hood up to deflect shatters of glass that would have fallen from the exploding lights.

She then looked over to the sith and heard him asking who put out the lights. She was about to shoot something back at him but decided that was not a good idea and said something softer that wouldn't start a fight... Hopefully. "Well, I know it wasn't me" she said innocently. She had a good feeling though, that her, the warrior and the sith had pitched in blowing out the lights due to the fact that light and dark were battling for strength in the air.

Suddenly she saw torches being lit up around the bar. She looked around and also saw that the sith had gotten up with his blasters drawn and with her own move, her hand slid down to one of her holsters and she put her finger on the trigger in case while her left hand was on one of her lightsabers. As she saw the sith looking around he was basically giving out that he was a sith due to the fact that he had just said so. In her mind she was thinking: "I'm not afraid of you."

She then heard the captain say that nobody was scared and was only there for a drink. She scoffed and nodded. "Yeah, we're not that scared of you."

 

[Richie B.]

Triton almost wanted to laugh, the Sith thought that there war of wills was going to end with the dark side winning, unless the Sith suddenly became more powerful with the force it mattered not how strong his will was, as the force was stronger with himself. Holding nothing back he allowed the light to completely enveloped him and letting it all out for everyone to feel, showing the extend of his training for the service of the light.

When the Sith decided to make fun of the people in the station, the warrior had enough and decided it was time to truly test the metal of the sickening dark sider, which was just fine by Triton, it was his duty to finish off the darkness wherever it showed itself. It was just sad that this one would face the divine judgment of the light.

Standing up the warrior wiped the dust off his white robes, than slamming the Wan-Shen into the floor making a loud echo, all of those near him would be able to hear it clearly, and his next few words, was his declaration of war.

"Sith the only one who is afraid is you, now I suggest you walk away now." His words would loud but calm, but it was clear a storm was forming within the warrior, the light burning within him, ready to do the holy job of finishing off the evil that has presented itself.

Staring down the Sith, Triton's black eyes will watch the Sith and if the fool makes a single move to hurt anyone, the fool will find himself at the end of his blade.

 

[Alphonse Cunningham]

"Oh ye old doggah, you!" he would've ruffled the captain's hair playfully, would they have been more friendly with each other. Waving at the pirates' lamps with his index finger he murmured, "Nice little team thing you've got goin' there. If you wish to leave, there's the door, I respect a man that stands up for himself and gives his two cents." He tipped his hat to the captain. "You too, Sauce." He looked at the Zabrak. "Although you probably are more involved in this war than the good ol' Captain, aren't ya?" The Anzat turned his nose in disgust, not at the Zabrak or the captain, but at the girl and the other guy. "The Jedi, however, can stay." He placed his hand on his concealed blasters discreetly. "I'd like to challenge them to a duel. Taking turns would be a good idea, however. A tap-in tap-out system, perhaps. You chaps sure like to make things fair, otherwise you wouldn't be a Jedi."

Turning back to the "brave" soul, Alphonse spoke again. "If I were afraid, I wouldn't be a Sith, you kriffin' piece a' Bantha dung." He hadn't raised his voice, but the hostility was clear. Rage boiled up inside him, and the Sith allowed it to. The dark side grew in him, and filled his being to the brim. It spilled into the room slowly, like an invisible gas, and the tables rattled. The Anzat licked his lips.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Naomi got up and quickly stood by the warrior with her hands on her pistols under her cape with her hood still up and she kept her face covered except for the long fiery red ponytail that shown in front of the hood. She heard everything he said. And even though her face was hidden under her hood of her caps, she saw exactly what he was doing. What war was he talking about? A war hadn't started yet. Until it seemed to be now. She heard him state that the Jedi could stay and that he'd like to challenge them to a duel. She smirked under her hood after she heard that.

After she heard the Sith's declare for war, her hand came up slowly to her hood and pulled it back revealing a pretty girl with a very pale face and a scar going across her left cheek and a freckle ridden face with icy blue eyes that were staring into the Sith's menacing eyes. She had never left Hoth before and that would be completely evident to anyone who looked at her. She was a feared Jedi on her home world as many thought she was a ghost that was very calm, independent and reserved to herself who also didn't make much trouble in the town. The rumor across Hoth, was that she killed a clan of wampas that killed her parents. She was the feared one even though she was no sith.

She lifted her head so that she wasn't looking at the sith in a glare and smirked. "I accept." she said calmly and simply. Naomi took off her cape and threw it to the side onto a stool that was nearby. The sith would then see two lightsabers on the front of her belt spaced out, centering up with top of her thighs, and her hands on the WESTAR- 35s in her holsters on either side of her hips. She waited to see who would move first before she took out her sabers to show the sith who's boss.

 

[Zigloo]

Under the weight of the Captain's beefy arm, Sostos was ushered toward the door with a sharp hiss of command, "Don't say anything; not a word. Let's just go." Sostos attempted to protest quietly, but the Captain simply gave him a good shove as the crew of the trading vessel fell into line with them, their blasters still primed and aimed at the Sith.

The durasteel doors hissed open to let in a gradient block of outside light into the bar, and the Captain attempted one more coercion toward the outside before Sauce stood his ground, shrugging the man's grip off his shoulder. Sauce was ignorant to the affairs of the Galaxy, but he was no child; he needn't be managed like one, either. In addition to this, Sauce's interest was piqued at the mention of his own involvement in the war: he'd had dealings with neither the Sith or the Jedi, nor was a soldier in any capacity. "Stop," he commanded.

The Captain halted with intense irritation, "We don't have time for this-"

"Make time," Sostos curtly interrupted, "What does he mean?"

"Not a clue," the Captain answered sharply, "Now let's go."

"What do you mean?" he called out past the crew to the Sith, though his eyes swept over the other hooded figures as well, "I'm not involved in anything. You people seem to only make war wherever you go-"

"You stupid Zabrak," the Captain chided, "Keep your mouth shut so I can keep my men safe."

The Zabrak arrogantly moved past the Captain, his eyes fixed on the trio inside the bar, "What is it with you people? What's the reason? What purpose do your existences serve? I may not know about the current state of the Galaxy, so I full-heartedly admit my ignorance, but why do you even bother?! So self-serving, and for what? Territory? Money?"

His brow furrowed, but he wasn't so much angry as he was annoyed. The mystery behind these lightsaber-wielding religious nuts wasn't the secret behind their awesome power, but rather the purpose they served. To Sauce's knowledge, there was no balance to be restored between the light and the dark-- just this basic, primitive need to be better than the other kids on the playground that reduced these factions to precisely that in history: children.

"I've read stories, you know?" the Zabrak said matter-of-factually, "The problem with secondhand stories is the missing details or the embellishments, but it always boils down to this: the galaxy moves on and prospers until you two stick your nose into things and start throwing tantrums."

"Sostos," bellowed The Captain, causing the young Iridonian to turn and look, "That's enough!"

Sauce paused, his expression impassive, but he was mulling things over in his horn-laden head before finally coming to grasp with what was really bothering him about this situation:

"All of you are game pieces; pawns in some cosmic children's game... And for all the bravado in your sinister touts of your power," he eyed the Sith, "And all the gusto in your declarations of good intent," he eyed the Jedi, "You're recycled pieces, played countless times by the-- what do you call it? The Force? The Force. Yet you keep fighting because...

"Those are the rules."

 

[Richie B.]

Triton was having enough of this, the light commanded him to carry out his duty and vanquish the darkness that resided within the fool, that claims to be a sith, but the fact that the Jedi decided to join in only meant the Light was truly meaning for them to end the darkness of this fool. An Triton would have jump right into the fight if it wasn't for the ignorant Zarbak yelling, if only the galaxy wasn't filled with fools like this one man, it was clear that not only was he ignorant but that the rest of the fools that hated the force seem constant in trying to hide behind their own opinions rather than the facts.

Letting out a annoyed sigh he looked at the Zarbak that seemed to struggle with his superior trying to get his little annoying speech out, which would most likely get the wrath of the Sith on him, and his companions which would force, himself and the Jedi to save them.

"Let me set you straight, since it seems that those within this room have a combined I.Q. of 100, 95 to the man pulling the Zarbak away the 5 to those in front of me, exluding the Jedi of course, because guess what you fools, I am not a JEDI. An the fact that you Zarbak are blaming them for anything shows how little you truly understand, or are willing to accept." Slamming his Wan-Shen into the ground, imbedding it into the metal the warrior knew this would take a while but even if the Sith attack him now, the fool would find that Triton was just as dangerous without his Wan-Shen as with it.

"Now listen boy, the fight is something far bigger than territory and money, if you truly think this has anything to do with that than you truly are blind, this war is about the Sith who is trying to rule this galaxy, claiming to better it, with the bones of the dead of those that won't summit and the Jedi and my own organization fights for your freedom against such a abusive government. If you ever read the history boy, you would see that the Jedi has always been what helps the galaxy prosper, look at the peaceful times when the Jedi were the only ones around, but whenever the Sith came back, they always brought war. That is of course not even going into the fact that your blaming all wars on the force users, which anyone could tell you is very xenophobic of you." Letting out another Sigh because this is something Triton never wanted to do, teach the idiots of the galaxy of the truth, that was more suited to Jedi than his own warrior like philosophy.

"Because boy I don't have time for this, in the end the Jedi were never self serving, if you could even name one thing the Jedi did that was self serving and couldn't be related to serving the greater good, than you might have a leg to stand on. BUT the issue stands that you wont ever find a moment, point or story ever showing such a thing from the Jedi, now leave because unless you wish to get caught up in the middle of a fight, for you might I add, which you have no real defense against. Than I suggest you do as your captain says and leave." Triton didn't want to have a philosophical debate with a boy that was too ignorant for his own good, the warrior looked at the Sith now, satisfied that he had put the boy in his place, with a determine look.

"Thing is Sith, I won't be needing help to defeat you, now I suggest you prepare, this is your last chance to beg for redemption, the light will still accept you even if you are afraid of living a life where you are not superior to everyone else, we can still help you." Waiting for the Sith's reply, the warrior began to let the force build up within himself, the three other force users would be able to sense the power within the warrior, the Matukai order was a strong order and they would all sense a level of power equal to a Jedi knight.

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