- Joined
- Sep 7, 2014
- Messages
- 532
- Reaction score
- 90
Lilin was a Jedi Crusader, and as such she had only ever had the time and energy for one true passion above all others. Facing the servants of darkness, driving them before her, and bringing peace to those who sought nothing else in the universe. She had her own whole, complex moral view about it in honesty. What with it being about how since the Force was in all things and the Force granted capacity for evil or good that all things were inherently - she could have written a damn book about it all. But suffice to say, she was equal parts conflicted and glad when one of the Sith attackers fled the field of battle. Of course then he was shortly replaced.
He was wild-eyed and looked like he was hefting more firepower than some small militias. He had a scattergun in his hands and clearly had an intent to use it. Lilin looked to her fellow Jedi who had busied themselves with the other two Sith before looking back to him. For a moment she thought about emulating the more merciful ways of Knight Sythani and extending an offer of peaceful surrender. That offer died before it even came to her lips when she looked him in the eyes. He may not have worn robes like his kin or been waving about a red-bladed saber as he strode into the room, but he looked simply mad.
Lilin stepped moved to put herself between the four others fighting and the newcomer, "I'd offer surrender, Sith. But you don't seem like the type."
She immediately sent out a push through the Force meant to throw off the aim of that scattergun of his and take him off his feet.