Elian Mareth
Character
"And what exactly have you evolved into?"
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Public Korriban : Rituals of a Queen?
- Thread starter Zori Galea
- Start date
The Queen Witch
"The first true wielder of the whole Force. Not dark. Not light. Unbroken. " (She exclaims with pride)
Elian Mareth
Character
"That path leads only to corruption. You believe you’re beyond good and evil… but that is the oldest Sith delusion of all."
The Queen Witch
(genuinely amused she responds)
"No… the oldest delusion is thinking the Jedi are immune to it."
She steps down from the dais, now face-to-face with Elian. Silence blankets the hall. Acolytes stop chanting, breath held.
"Tell me, emissary… when you meditate, do you still fear your anger? Your pain? Your desire to win? That fear is a chain. I shattered mine. And I offer every being in the galaxy the chance to do the same."
"No… the oldest delusion is thinking the Jedi are immune to it."
She steps down from the dais, now face-to-face with Elian. Silence blankets the hall. Acolytes stop chanting, breath held.
"Tell me, emissary… when you meditate, do you still fear your anger? Your pain? Your desire to win? That fear is a chain. I shattered mine. And I offer every being in the galaxy the chance to do the same."
Elian Mareth
Character
"And those who refuse?"
The Queen Witch
(smirking coldly)
"Then they serve as fuel for the fire."
Her hand twitches toward her saber—but doesn’t ignite it. A test.
"Then they serve as fuel for the fire."
Her hand twitches toward her saber—but doesn’t ignite it. A test.
Elian Mareth
Character
(sighs)
"I hoped this could be a conversation. But I see now… this is a reckoning, isn't it?"
"I hoped this could be a conversation. But I see now… this is a reckoning, isn't it?"
The Queen Witch
"Then bring your truth, Jedi. And I will show you mine."
The air thrums with tension. ZORI and ELIAN stand within arm’s reach—two opposing forces, neither moving.
The air thrums with tension. ZORI and ELIAN stand within arm’s reach—two opposing forces, neither moving.
Elian Mareth
Character
something flickers behind Elian’s eyes.
(quietly, with dawning recognition)
"Wait... wwh...wait, I’ve seen you before."
The Queen Witch
(voice lowering)
"No, you saw a child. A shadow of what I was forced to become."
"No, you saw a child. A shadow of what I was forced to become."
Elian Mareth
Character
FLASHBACK – 18 YEARS EARLIER – OUTER RIM PLANET: VHAL’TOR
A remote village in flames. Civilians scatter. In the chaos, a YOUNG GIRL—barely sixteen—hides behind the remains of a crumbled archway. Her eyes burn with confusion, loss… and something else.
A young JEDI KNIGHT ELIAN moves through the battlefield, lightsaber drawn. He stops—locks eyes with the girl. They stare at each other, frozen in a moment of clarity amid destruction.
PRESENT
"Your name was… Z...Zara. You...You refused to leave your mother’s body behind."
A remote village in flames. Civilians scatter. In the chaos, a YOUNG GIRL—barely sixteen—hides behind the remains of a crumbled archway. Her eyes burn with confusion, loss… and something else.
A young JEDI KNIGHT ELIAN moves through the battlefield, lightsaber drawn. He stops—locks eyes with the girl. They stare at each other, frozen in a moment of clarity amid destruction.
PRESENT
"Your name was… Z...Zara. You...You refused to leave your mother’s body behind."
The Queen Witch
"Zara was a girl the Jedi left in ruin.
Zara begged for help while your forces called her world… “strategically irrelevant.”
Zara begged for help while your forces called her world… “strategically irrelevant.”
Elian Mareth
Character
(speaking softly, with guilt laced in his voice)
"No...Wait...We... We were ordered to withdraw. I argued against it, but—"
"No...Wait...We... We were ordered to withdraw. I argued against it, but—"
The Queen Witch
"You looked me in the eyes, and you left."
The silence in the hall is absolute now. Even the acolytes avert their gaze.
"I didn’t die that day. I was reborn. Not in fire… in clarity."
She steps closer. Her voice drops to a whisper only he can hear.
"You taught me what the Jedi really are. Pretenders to balance. Merchants of mercy they can’t afford to sell."
The silence in the hall is absolute now. Even the acolytes avert their gaze.
"I didn’t die that day. I was reborn. Not in fire… in clarity."
She steps closer. Her voice drops to a whisper only he can hear.
"You taught me what the Jedi really are. Pretenders to balance. Merchants of mercy they can’t afford to sell."
Elian Mareth
Character
"If I’d stayed… if I had just—"
The Queen Witch
"—You’d be ashes with the rest of them......Instead, you brought me something better than justice. You brought me purpose."
She steps back, turning her back to him without fear.
"You’re not my enemy, Elian. You’re just… the spark."
She walks toward the shadows of the inner sanctum. Her voice echoes behind her.
"You may leave, Jedi. Or stay, and see what the girl you abandoned has built from your failure."
She steps back, turning her back to him without fear.
"You’re not my enemy, Elian. You’re just… the spark."
She walks toward the shadows of the inner sanctum. Her voice echoes behind her.
"You may leave, Jedi. Or stay, and see what the girl you abandoned has built from your failure."
Elian Mareth
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Elian stands still, haunted, unsure if he’s speaking to a Sith Queen… or a ghost from his own past.
Elian Mareth
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JEDI STARFIGHTER (COCKPIT) – NIGHTFALL
MARETH sits in silence, the cockpit dark except for the pulsing blue light of the nav panel. His hand hovers over the controls, but he doesn’t move. Outside, the sands of Korriban swirl like ghosts in the night.
His eyes close. He breathes. And the past rises again.
FLASHBACK – 18 YEARS EARLIER – REFUGEE TENT, VHAL’TOR – NIGHT
ZARA, young, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, sits beside a small heating unit. Her eyes are hollow but focused on something beyond the world.
YOUNG ELIAN kneels beside her. He offers her a ration, but she doesn’t take it.
YOUNG ZARA (ZORI) : "What happens to the ones you leave behind?"
YOUNG ELIAN: (softly responds) "We never forget them."
YOUNG ZARA: "Then why does it feel like you already have?"
She looks up at him. There’s pain. Anger. But something else—connection. Something neither of them understands yet. Or dares to.
YOUNG ELIAN: "I shouldn’t be here this long."
YOUNG ZARA: "Then stay longer."
He hesitates. The pull is real. It terrifies him. But he stands anyway, retreating into the shadows, leaving her behind.
PRESENT
Elian opens his eyes. They’re damp.ZARA, young, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, sits beside a small heating unit. Her eyes are hollow but focused on something beyond the world.
YOUNG ELIAN kneels beside her. He offers her a ration, but she doesn’t take it.
YOUNG ZARA (ZORI) : "What happens to the ones you leave behind?"
YOUNG ELIAN: (softly responds) "We never forget them."
YOUNG ZARA: "Then why does it feel like you already have?"
She looks up at him. There’s pain. Anger. But something else—connection. Something neither of them understands yet. Or dares to.
YOUNG ELIAN: "I shouldn’t be here this long."
YOUNG ZARA: "Then stay longer."
He hesitates. The pull is real. It terrifies him. But he stands anyway, retreating into the shadows, leaving her behind.
PRESENT
He presses a button. A small hologram flares to life—ZARA, a grainy old ID photo, age 16. The file is marked MISSING – PRESUMED DEAD.
(whispers)
"I didn’t forget you.
I tried to stop thinking about you… because I couldn’t."
He clenches his fist. The conflict plays across his face—regret, guilt… longing.
((They taught us to let go. To forsake attachment. But what if attachment was the only thing that could’ve saved her?))
Images flash—Zori on the throne. Her eyes like fire. Her words, her fury, her power.
((What if what she became… was because I walked away?))
Elian Mareth
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The Jedi Master stares at his reflection in the cockpit glass. For a moment, he looks less like a Jedi… and more like a man who lost the woman he never dared to love.
Then—
BEEP. A signal from the temple.
An Acolyte voice chimes in, filtered and eerie:
The Queen requests your return.
Elian swallows. He powers down the ship.
(He softly murmers)
"No… I never was."
He steps out into the Korriban night—this time, not as an emissary… but as a man chasing what might have been.
Then—
BEEP. A signal from the temple.
An Acolyte voice chimes in, filtered and eerie:
The Queen requests your return.
Elian swallows. He powers down the ship.
(He softly murmers)
"No… I never was."
He steps out into the Korriban night—this time, not as an emissary… but as a man chasing what might have been.
The Queen Witch
TEMPLE OF THE SOVEREIGN FLAME – ZORI’S PRIVATE CHAMBER – NIGHT
The room is a paradox—serene yet steeped in power. Walls of ancient obsidian etched with Sith runes. A single suspended brazier burns low, casting long, dancing shadows.
ZORI stands alone, gazing into the flames, her armor shed for elegant, dark ceremonial robes. Her long hair is down, wet from another ritual bath. She doesn’t turn when the door opens.