"You thought us weak. You thought us gone. You thought we had disappeared from the face of the galaxy. You thought you had driven us beyond all hope of ever returning.
Yet we have returned."
Hate. Anger. Passion.
We are like the silent dagger in the cold night, sliding into the soft flesh between the ribs of those that still draw breath. Steal life. Horrific memories, twisted minds. I have travelled far across the galaxy, I have travelled far and learned much. Done much. Harmed, hurt and slain much. There are places where grown men tremble in fear at the mention of my name, where the hot, sticky contents of their bladders empty about in fear that I might return and destroy all they hold dear. Death is no release. Death is just the beginning. Who am I? It has been some time since I asked myself that question. Even longer since I was asked it and the questioner received an answer. I have forgotten, I have lost so much since those early days, yet I have gained more. The Dark Side is a pathway to many abilities, some considered… unnatural. Only the weak dabble in the petty magics of the Dark Side.
And only the fools fight it.
There are those who will claim order, peace, restraint in their lives, yet they know nothing. There is no way in this galaxy to bring order to a tortured soul, to bring peace to a broken mind, to calm the raging fever that burns across the brow of even the strongest sentient, stealing life even as the host clings to it. The strong will not try. The strong will not pretend. The strong will embrace and use. For a time I too was weak, I too was fooled by the idealistic lies that we can fashion some semblance of order from the madness in our galaxy. I was a Jedi, once, as much as the thought disgusts and reviles me now. I do not remember how many years I have existed in this galaxy, one fleeting life that will be ultimately snuffed out, nor my name, nor even my species. I am humanoid, yes, but am I human? Am I Zeltron, Arkanian, Alderaanian? I do not care. For what is a name but something that can pin you down and twist you, make you dream of order in the madness that we ultimately must all embrace.
Yfyr is my “name”.
I remember my homeworld. I was born on Dromund Kaas, in the shadow of Kalakar Six above. They say this was an omen, they say this was the destiny that begat the path I would later take, yet there is no “destiny”, there is no “plans”, there is only what one man takes for himself out of the Force. I do not remember my parents, or if I ever knew them. I do not know if I had what the weak beings in the galaxy called “friends” or relations of any sort. The Jedi found me, so I have been told, abandoned away from the settlement of my village under the dark of night. Even then I did not cry, squall or wail, and the swamp wampas and other such creatures did not dare to take me! Even then I was strong! Yet the Jedi took me, they forced ideas into my head that I clung to, I ached to make true! I do not remember of my teachings, nor of my master, friends, inferiors… I do not remember anything until twenty years before the present day. I was a Jedi Master, then, higher up in the order I’d worked so hard for. Yet there was a division, I remember madness engulfing the Order as must happen to everything eventually. Murder, ousting of a leader, civil war and an exodus. I joined with those who called themselves the “Ospion”, I joined with those Faithless who dared to defy.
I could never turn back.
The Alsakan Union, ones who we could sympathise with more than the “Republic” and their dreams of “democracy” and “order” ultimately surrendered, and the galaxy knew peace of the sort that makes me wish to vomit. We Ospion fled to the Outer Rim, beyond the jurisdiction of any Empire that would dare to call themselves our masters, dare to defy us. We were weak, then, we had not embraced the Dark Side as we could have, as we should have, as the strong would have. The original leaders left, and we travelled to yet another world under a new leader, yet this leader was stronger, he dared to lead us into studying the vast wealth of Dark Side knowledge on the planet. Our study, coupled with the alignment of the planet itself, allowed us to see the true way, the way of the strong, and we embraced it. No longer were we merely Dark, alternative Jedi. We were wielders of the full Dark Side, the true side of the Force. I felt power, then, and the inhabitants of the planet bowed to us. And, in my enlightenment, I saw the failings of the Ospion of that time.
And I left.
Organised structures must ultimately fail, yet the Dark Side had made us stronger. I knew the Ospion would await me, once again, when I eventually returned. They would be stronger, Darker, and I would be ready to commit myself fully to them and their cause. From world to world I travelled. Once again I visited my homeworld, Dromund Kaas, and Kalakar Six too. The Dark Side was strong there, and I bathed in it. Ziost, Khar Delba, Kesh, and more besides. I have seen such dark acts and atrocities to make the blood run cold and the whole appearance of a man change, as I changed. I have learnt of and performed such acts as have made me what I am today. I have lost so much and yet gained ten times more. The Dark Side runs strong and it has made me strong, it has shown me the true ways to live and act and I have embraced it. The strong may survive while the weak must endure, and if they refuse to endure then they shall die. Mercy is a fool’s emotion, weak and inferior.
I have purged it from myself.
I have returned to the Ospion, now the Bogan, and some remember me. They remember my strength then, and they know of its furthering now. And they too have developed in strength and power, embracing the Dark Side as it was meant to be.
I would work for a Dark Empire that would see the weak crushed under the boot of the strong.
But if that fails, I would see the galaxy burn.
Yet we have returned."
Yfyr
Dark Wanderer
Hate. Anger. Passion.
We are like the silent dagger in the cold night, sliding into the soft flesh between the ribs of those that still draw breath. Steal life. Horrific memories, twisted minds. I have travelled far across the galaxy, I have travelled far and learned much. Done much. Harmed, hurt and slain much. There are places where grown men tremble in fear at the mention of my name, where the hot, sticky contents of their bladders empty about in fear that I might return and destroy all they hold dear. Death is no release. Death is just the beginning. Who am I? It has been some time since I asked myself that question. Even longer since I was asked it and the questioner received an answer. I have forgotten, I have lost so much since those early days, yet I have gained more. The Dark Side is a pathway to many abilities, some considered… unnatural. Only the weak dabble in the petty magics of the Dark Side.
And only the fools fight it.
There are those who will claim order, peace, restraint in their lives, yet they know nothing. There is no way in this galaxy to bring order to a tortured soul, to bring peace to a broken mind, to calm the raging fever that burns across the brow of even the strongest sentient, stealing life even as the host clings to it. The strong will not try. The strong will not pretend. The strong will embrace and use. For a time I too was weak, I too was fooled by the idealistic lies that we can fashion some semblance of order from the madness in our galaxy. I was a Jedi, once, as much as the thought disgusts and reviles me now. I do not remember how many years I have existed in this galaxy, one fleeting life that will be ultimately snuffed out, nor my name, nor even my species. I am humanoid, yes, but am I human? Am I Zeltron, Arkanian, Alderaanian? I do not care. For what is a name but something that can pin you down and twist you, make you dream of order in the madness that we ultimately must all embrace.
Yfyr is my “name”.
I remember my homeworld. I was born on Dromund Kaas, in the shadow of Kalakar Six above. They say this was an omen, they say this was the destiny that begat the path I would later take, yet there is no “destiny”, there is no “plans”, there is only what one man takes for himself out of the Force. I do not remember my parents, or if I ever knew them. I do not know if I had what the weak beings in the galaxy called “friends” or relations of any sort. The Jedi found me, so I have been told, abandoned away from the settlement of my village under the dark of night. Even then I did not cry, squall or wail, and the swamp wampas and other such creatures did not dare to take me! Even then I was strong! Yet the Jedi took me, they forced ideas into my head that I clung to, I ached to make true! I do not remember of my teachings, nor of my master, friends, inferiors… I do not remember anything until twenty years before the present day. I was a Jedi Master, then, higher up in the order I’d worked so hard for. Yet there was a division, I remember madness engulfing the Order as must happen to everything eventually. Murder, ousting of a leader, civil war and an exodus. I joined with those who called themselves the “Ospion”, I joined with those Faithless who dared to defy.
I could never turn back.
The Alsakan Union, ones who we could sympathise with more than the “Republic” and their dreams of “democracy” and “order” ultimately surrendered, and the galaxy knew peace of the sort that makes me wish to vomit. We Ospion fled to the Outer Rim, beyond the jurisdiction of any Empire that would dare to call themselves our masters, dare to defy us. We were weak, then, we had not embraced the Dark Side as we could have, as we should have, as the strong would have. The original leaders left, and we travelled to yet another world under a new leader, yet this leader was stronger, he dared to lead us into studying the vast wealth of Dark Side knowledge on the planet. Our study, coupled with the alignment of the planet itself, allowed us to see the true way, the way of the strong, and we embraced it. No longer were we merely Dark, alternative Jedi. We were wielders of the full Dark Side, the true side of the Force. I felt power, then, and the inhabitants of the planet bowed to us. And, in my enlightenment, I saw the failings of the Ospion of that time.
And I left.
Organised structures must ultimately fail, yet the Dark Side had made us stronger. I knew the Ospion would await me, once again, when I eventually returned. They would be stronger, Darker, and I would be ready to commit myself fully to them and their cause. From world to world I travelled. Once again I visited my homeworld, Dromund Kaas, and Kalakar Six too. The Dark Side was strong there, and I bathed in it. Ziost, Khar Delba, Kesh, and more besides. I have seen such dark acts and atrocities to make the blood run cold and the whole appearance of a man change, as I changed. I have learnt of and performed such acts as have made me what I am today. I have lost so much and yet gained ten times more. The Dark Side runs strong and it has made me strong, it has shown me the true ways to live and act and I have embraced it. The strong may survive while the weak must endure, and if they refuse to endure then they shall die. Mercy is a fool’s emotion, weak and inferior.
I have purged it from myself.
I have returned to the Ospion, now the Bogan, and some remember me. They remember my strength then, and they know of its furthering now. And they too have developed in strength and power, embracing the Dark Side as it was meant to be.
I would work for a Dark Empire that would see the weak crushed under the boot of the strong.
But if that fails, I would see the galaxy burn.
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