It had been a few days since he'd arrived at the Academy on Serreno and he had already spent all of his free time in the library. The librarian already sending him weird looks given that even though he was walking with a book open in his hands his head didn't seem to show any indication of reading the book, instead ever looking forwards. Through the force however there wasn't a single letter looked over, not a single sentence read and reread so that his mind could fully digest and compartmentalize the knowledge stored within. No book he could access at his current level was left unread, be it chronicles, journals and other collections of knowledge that had been stored here all at his fingertips.
After he'd gotten enough to have a solid foundation and understanding of the sith philosophy his gaze turned to the scarce collection for other force using traditions. Though he quickly saw that they were all written through the lens of a sith's perspective, it wasn't as useful as he'd hoped. He had been fascinated with the force and the history of its users before he'd joined the academy but a demonstration of force lightning had been a metaphorical eye opener. Being unprepared to literally see the power take shape and manifest through the force had left him near blinded for a few moments but it had shown him the potential. The force was so much more than the sense of connection and awareness of his surroundings that he had been used to. Oh true the advisors of the court had tried to guide him to make small barriers with the force, to move small objects with his mind and even draw sustenance from the force to a degree but he'd thought that would be it.
Now he stood in a place were the force wasn't just teased out for small snippets of its immense world shaking power but into pieces large and small enough to mould and bend to ones will. To make the power of the force his own. Yet he wanted to see how others did the same, he wanted to get his hands on the libraries or tomes of any other force using religion, cult or group and learn what he could from them.
He wanted the tools to come at any problem from any direction when it came to the force. To quote one of his instructors, to make the force his, to bend it to his will in all things. It might be simply something he said to stoke the passions of the acolytes but the current text Nergal held in his hands was one about the jedi and as he closed it he stood in quiet meditation for a few long moments to let the book fully sink in and to draw his conclusions with what knowledge he already had.
The Dark Side is no stronger than the Light Side. This rang like a truth to him, for in reality the dark and light were simply the half's of a single whole that was the force. It was the individuals strength and ability to draw upon and command the force that made one truly powerful. If the dark side was the stronger as some of his instructors claimed then the sith would always win but then why was the average sith apprentice so often a better measure of power than the average jedi padawan? Then what of the jedi? Their knights such as Luke, Rey, Yoda, Anakin and Kenobi went against sith considered powerful and either came out on top or were mostly a match for one another with each capable of holding their own.
Nergal took a step back in his thoughts and looked at the whole picture that he had before him. The Sith, to counterbalance their superior martial might, and access to a great amount of damaging powers, have always had a serious weaknesses in organization. The Dark Side poorly wielded in the hands of multiple users working on watered down teachings from masters fearing betrayal. Even the Rule of Two failed to completely solve this problem, with Sith Lords attempting to break it all the time.
On the other hand, though often individually weaker, the Jedi are a well organized and seriously coordinated order. The Empress might be far stronger than a single Jedi, but if the whole Order with an armada of ships showed up at her door? The Jedi would invariably win. Like an ant colony against a single large beetle, it would put up a valiant fight but the weight of organized numbers would invariably tip the scales. So to survive and thrive he had to look at not just the Jedi and Sith, how they did things and were their strengths and failures lay but all other force using traditions.
There was something there just outside his grasp, a kernel of truth that could lead him onto a path of power wholly his own yet also in its own way a path a Sith could take.
It was in Sith nature to pursue personal advancement at any cost, excising anything that might interfere in said pursuit of power. No room for Selflessness, reciprocity, love or compassion. The Sith are, at their core, individual ambition distilled and warped towards a single goal; absolute control of one's own life, regardless of whoever is crushed in the process. The Sith allows gifted individuals to innovate and change in ways which institutions cannot. They may be far more flexible to deal with situations as they emerge, and dare to take risks which no institution would ever tolerate. They can achieve a great deal…but they can also fail just as spectacularly. The rule of two wold be an example of how failure can be born from victory.
The old Jedi on the other hand were emblematic of institutional fealty that pursued selfless dedication to the institution at any cost. Anything which interfered with their purpose had be excised; family, romance, friendships, even individuality at times, all of these were obstacles to a Jedi’s resolve. There was no room for selfishness, exclusivity, or love. It is institutional dedication distilled and directed towards a single goal; absolute loyalty to the Jedi Code, regardless of their personal ability to adhere to it which had stifled any talent they might have had from truly flourishing. However it was precisely this institutional dedication which ultimately proved to be the Jedi’s undoing. While the Sith engaged in a millennia-long process of bloody advancement through natural selection, ruthlessly altering and advancing their powers over the corpses of hundreds of failed apprentices and masters, the Jedi remained static. Institutions which cannot change, cannot adapt and institutions which cannot adapt, die. Their downfall had been by their own hand and inevitable in the end.
With these thoughts whirling in his head he returned the book in his hands to its proper place among the shelves. Content in knowing his foundations still required building, tempering and testing. The sith forged themselves through fire, conflict and competition while the Jedi did so through introspection, meditation and control. He would learn from both but bend them to his will, as any sith should do.
With a measured gait and sure steps he left the library and headed to the training rooms, a holoviewer and several disks detailing teachings of combat and the use of the force in a pouch at his hip to be used as references and guides in his training. Some from his own private collection, copies brought from home and others found and copied from the academies archives. Right as he left the library a thought or rather an adage came to his mind and he found it fitting.
"Knowledge corrupts, it is a dangerous thing."
After he'd gotten enough to have a solid foundation and understanding of the sith philosophy his gaze turned to the scarce collection for other force using traditions. Though he quickly saw that they were all written through the lens of a sith's perspective, it wasn't as useful as he'd hoped. He had been fascinated with the force and the history of its users before he'd joined the academy but a demonstration of force lightning had been a metaphorical eye opener. Being unprepared to literally see the power take shape and manifest through the force had left him near blinded for a few moments but it had shown him the potential. The force was so much more than the sense of connection and awareness of his surroundings that he had been used to. Oh true the advisors of the court had tried to guide him to make small barriers with the force, to move small objects with his mind and even draw sustenance from the force to a degree but he'd thought that would be it.
Now he stood in a place were the force wasn't just teased out for small snippets of its immense world shaking power but into pieces large and small enough to mould and bend to ones will. To make the power of the force his own. Yet he wanted to see how others did the same, he wanted to get his hands on the libraries or tomes of any other force using religion, cult or group and learn what he could from them.
He wanted the tools to come at any problem from any direction when it came to the force. To quote one of his instructors, to make the force his, to bend it to his will in all things. It might be simply something he said to stoke the passions of the acolytes but the current text Nergal held in his hands was one about the jedi and as he closed it he stood in quiet meditation for a few long moments to let the book fully sink in and to draw his conclusions with what knowledge he already had.
The Dark Side is no stronger than the Light Side. This rang like a truth to him, for in reality the dark and light were simply the half's of a single whole that was the force. It was the individuals strength and ability to draw upon and command the force that made one truly powerful. If the dark side was the stronger as some of his instructors claimed then the sith would always win but then why was the average sith apprentice so often a better measure of power than the average jedi padawan? Then what of the jedi? Their knights such as Luke, Rey, Yoda, Anakin and Kenobi went against sith considered powerful and either came out on top or were mostly a match for one another with each capable of holding their own.
Nergal took a step back in his thoughts and looked at the whole picture that he had before him. The Sith, to counterbalance their superior martial might, and access to a great amount of damaging powers, have always had a serious weaknesses in organization. The Dark Side poorly wielded in the hands of multiple users working on watered down teachings from masters fearing betrayal. Even the Rule of Two failed to completely solve this problem, with Sith Lords attempting to break it all the time.
On the other hand, though often individually weaker, the Jedi are a well organized and seriously coordinated order. The Empress might be far stronger than a single Jedi, but if the whole Order with an armada of ships showed up at her door? The Jedi would invariably win. Like an ant colony against a single large beetle, it would put up a valiant fight but the weight of organized numbers would invariably tip the scales. So to survive and thrive he had to look at not just the Jedi and Sith, how they did things and were their strengths and failures lay but all other force using traditions.
There was something there just outside his grasp, a kernel of truth that could lead him onto a path of power wholly his own yet also in its own way a path a Sith could take.
It was in Sith nature to pursue personal advancement at any cost, excising anything that might interfere in said pursuit of power. No room for Selflessness, reciprocity, love or compassion. The Sith are, at their core, individual ambition distilled and warped towards a single goal; absolute control of one's own life, regardless of whoever is crushed in the process. The Sith allows gifted individuals to innovate and change in ways which institutions cannot. They may be far more flexible to deal with situations as they emerge, and dare to take risks which no institution would ever tolerate. They can achieve a great deal…but they can also fail just as spectacularly. The rule of two wold be an example of how failure can be born from victory.
The old Jedi on the other hand were emblematic of institutional fealty that pursued selfless dedication to the institution at any cost. Anything which interfered with their purpose had be excised; family, romance, friendships, even individuality at times, all of these were obstacles to a Jedi’s resolve. There was no room for selfishness, exclusivity, or love. It is institutional dedication distilled and directed towards a single goal; absolute loyalty to the Jedi Code, regardless of their personal ability to adhere to it which had stifled any talent they might have had from truly flourishing. However it was precisely this institutional dedication which ultimately proved to be the Jedi’s undoing. While the Sith engaged in a millennia-long process of bloody advancement through natural selection, ruthlessly altering and advancing their powers over the corpses of hundreds of failed apprentices and masters, the Jedi remained static. Institutions which cannot change, cannot adapt and institutions which cannot adapt, die. Their downfall had been by their own hand and inevitable in the end.
With these thoughts whirling in his head he returned the book in his hands to its proper place among the shelves. Content in knowing his foundations still required building, tempering and testing. The sith forged themselves through fire, conflict and competition while the Jedi did so through introspection, meditation and control. He would learn from both but bend them to his will, as any sith should do.
With a measured gait and sure steps he left the library and headed to the training rooms, a holoviewer and several disks detailing teachings of combat and the use of the force in a pouch at his hip to be used as references and guides in his training. Some from his own private collection, copies brought from home and others found and copied from the academies archives. Right as he left the library a thought or rather an adage came to his mind and he found it fitting.
"Knowledge corrupts, it is a dangerous thing."
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