The Age of Enlightenment

[Kamon's OOC]

Atrisia.

A conquered world.

Battle had been waged between the so called forces of good and the so called forces of evil. Who was on which side depended entirely upon individual perspective. Was anyone actually good? Or were they all, at heart, evil personified in different forms? Leos would tell you it was the latter. Sentient and sapient life was incapable of fully being selfless and so by definition would, in some form, always put itself and it's wishes ahead of those of others. Thus, they were inherently devils. All of them were.

Even Leos, the brain behind the Reformation, had his own goals and motives which would come out in time. The difference was that he, at least, realized the futility of the constant galactic struggle that would never see an end in the current political and governmental state.

So he'd come to Atrisia to survey the battlefield. It was said that numerous beings powerful in the Force had fallen on the battlefield. It was inevitable. Even the most powerful of beings would fall some day. Sadow. Palpatine. Snoke. They had all fallen eventually. Even Leos expected that his time would come eventually. After all, his body couldn't live forever and he wasn't really interested in pursuing immortality. Staving off a natural death would serve no purpose except to send his mind into a spiraling descent to madness.

No, he was content to die when the time came. For now he was content to wander the battlefield, following his sense of the Force towards a powerful beacon of darkness in the distance. Each step crunched over rubble and fallen equipment or bodies. Each step brought him closer to the darkness that cried out. He knew it was a Nexus. Mass death had a tendency to create them. He just didn't know what it would do.

So he aimed to find out.

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[Kamon's OOC]

His steps drew him closer until a hand reached out of the bodies and grabbed onto his armored robes, stopping him. Helmed head turned down towards the hand, and followed it to the source. It was a wounded human soldier, apparently Alliance. He didn't look so badly wounded that he couldn't survive if he'd gotten medical attention, but at this point he was so gaunt and pale that it was clear he hadn't moved since being injured. Clearly he'd been lying around this whole time and hadn't sought medical attention. Disturbing, but he'd probably been out like a light and they'd left him among the debris having forgotten about him.

"Help... me."

Leos frowned and shook his leg free of the mans grip.

"Help yourself."

"But-"

"No. You fought a battle here, probably without knowing why and probably without true reason. You've fallen. Your time is done. Leave this place and let others pick up the pieces of your failure."

He didn't put the man out of his misery, but he continued on towards the source of darkness he felt in the distance. Apparently the Alliance didn't care much for collecting their fallen. In his experience, that seemed a common trend. The Reformation was different. Even if they fought a battle and lost they would seek permission to obtain their dead and give them a proper send off with a full military burial. Why? Because it made their people happy and more amenable. What was more important than keeping your people happy? Nothing was. Without a happy populace, you were susceptible to the kinds of issues that toppled governments. The Reformation was strict, but they weren't stupid.

He approached a large blown out building, feeling quite close to the source of the darkness. Making his way through and over the rubble, he searched for it. It was hard to ascertain exactly what it was tied to, but he knew he was in the right place when he felt the overwhelming sense of loss, pain, and rage. It made him woozy at first, and he paused to lift a hand to touch his helmet, which served little purpose, but did give him a moment to relax. A lot of people had died here. The emotions had birthed the nexus. It was nothing like the nexus' he'd experienced elsewhere. Stronger. Darker. More potent. His mind was nearly overwhelmed by the mere presence of it, and he had to back away after a short time of looking for the source.

"This is going to be harder than I thought."

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