Minka Vosh
former Sith Apprentice
Location: Courtyard of stalking Ashlan fanatics.
Purpose: Fight the urge to let the bodies hit the floor.
Tags:
Darth Petrichor
Modor Khos
They are the opposite side of the extremist's coin. If you recognize that, and understand the inevitable consequences their rise in power will lead to, then so be it. The Sith will stab you in the back over their greed and lust for power. These crusaders will do the same, using their self-important righteousness as their excuse. Any 'peace' and cooperation with them is temporary. They will always see us a sickness to cured through the Light.
It wasn't that she believed Petrichor to be naive or ignorant of the truth of these Jedi, and the friction they were bound to experience sooner or later. She just didn't understand why he chose them to lend his aid to. Of all the possibilities, a religious cult. Even more surprising was
Cedric Grayson
's response, but she didn't trust he was being as tolerant and open in his thoughts and intentions as he seemed.
The hand he placed on her shoulder was benign and good-natured, but it caught her off guard. The slow stroll through the sparsely populated courtyard paused, and her eyes briefly lost focus on whatever was in front of her. Unconsciously preparing to counter whatever attack came next, like a machine triggered into one of its memorized drills.
Of course, none came.
It was only a second in time, but it existed.
Then she glanced to Petrichor, one of the dark alleyways leading to the courtyard serving as a shadowy frame around his white mask. She meant to say more, but a twitch in her eyes redirected her attention to something behind him. The pull through the Force hadn't been necessary, but it certainly heightened her focus on their new company. A man in a cloak that camouflaged him into the shadows lurked within, hiding his own face with a mask. The massive hammer in his grip absolutely screamed fanaticism, and practically made the Zabrak's argument for her. What timing...
She went still. A blank face assessed him while taking quiet stock of her options, and their potential consequences.
"Hiding in the shadows is unbecoming of you...don't you think?" That same sweet and harmless voice responded, as she waited calmly to see what he would do. If anything. As much as she would love to, she would not be baited into making a rash decision. The fact remained that they were meant to keep the peace, and shield their true identities from the populace. Cedric's instructions had been clear.
Purpose: Fight the urge to let the bodies hit the floor.
Tags:
Darth Petrichor
Modor Khos
They are the opposite side of the extremist's coin. If you recognize that, and understand the inevitable consequences their rise in power will lead to, then so be it. The Sith will stab you in the back over their greed and lust for power. These crusaders will do the same, using their self-important righteousness as their excuse. Any 'peace' and cooperation with them is temporary. They will always see us a sickness to cured through the Light.
It wasn't that she believed Petrichor to be naive or ignorant of the truth of these Jedi, and the friction they were bound to experience sooner or later. She just didn't understand why he chose them to lend his aid to. Of all the possibilities, a religious cult. Even more surprising was
Cedric Grayson
's response, but she didn't trust he was being as tolerant and open in his thoughts and intentions as he seemed.The hand he placed on her shoulder was benign and good-natured, but it caught her off guard. The slow stroll through the sparsely populated courtyard paused, and her eyes briefly lost focus on whatever was in front of her. Unconsciously preparing to counter whatever attack came next, like a machine triggered into one of its memorized drills.
Of course, none came.
It was only a second in time, but it existed.
Then she glanced to Petrichor, one of the dark alleyways leading to the courtyard serving as a shadowy frame around his white mask. She meant to say more, but a twitch in her eyes redirected her attention to something behind him. The pull through the Force hadn't been necessary, but it certainly heightened her focus on their new company. A man in a cloak that camouflaged him into the shadows lurked within, hiding his own face with a mask. The massive hammer in his grip absolutely screamed fanaticism, and practically made the Zabrak's argument for her. What timing...
She went still. A blank face assessed him while taking quiet stock of her options, and their potential consequences.
"Hiding in the shadows is unbecoming of you...don't you think?" That same sweet and harmless voice responded, as she waited calmly to see what he would do. If anything. As much as she would love to, she would not be baited into making a rash decision. The fact remained that they were meant to keep the peace, and shield their true identities from the populace. Cedric's instructions had been clear.