The Spacepiress of Chaos
Deus Vult...
An old war cry from a forgotten time, yet it embodied all that was to come. Those whom used the Force saw it as a gift, with others viewing those whom wielded it as monsters and to be fear. Many preyed upon that feeling, proclaiming themselves sovereign or as deities unto themselves. Entire worlds bent their knees to those whom showed this power, forcing others to fear them and preying upon that weakness.
Others claimed to protect, and in that stance they made many weak and forced them to rely upon them. They were no better in their practice, for they ensured that others would need them and would heed their advice, such that had lead to worlds falling before the Sith. The galaxy could not be healed with those whom sought war for destruction and peace through inaction.
No.
The healing that the galaxy required was that which was needed by many, for they were tired, just as the galaxy was. Scars and the horrors of war remained, and much that had been built was destroyed within the wake of those clashing forces. The force itself was used as a weapon when it should have been used to aid all beings. Rather it was used to take lives and its powers withheld by many save a few, yet their own actions were not enough to change the view of billions.
This woman stood silently, her memories holding the scenes and the terror that the Force held within it when used by that which was untrained. Even had her sister been trained, she was sure she was have come out as a weapon, and she would have lost the smile and kindness that had been there. The flash of that night replayed itself every night for this woman, her eyes watching again and again as she was forced to kill the sister whom killed their family as she lashed out with the force.
Now she watched as common individuals lashed out upon the standing dummies or at each other with training weapons. The yard of the modest complex filled with screams and yells as those whom were trained fought with one another. Many showed promise, while others shown their talents in different ways.
"Deus vult...."
She whispered to herself as she kept her eyes upon those whom continued to train. There were many rallying cries, and each had their own meaning and their own effect upon those whom shouted it to hold their lines. This would be one that would galvanize others to greatness, and serve to push them forward.
