In the bustling streets of Coruscant, a striking figure navigated through the throngs of people. The alien was a Feeorin, his skin a deep crimson hue that set him apart from the myriad species around him. Etched into his flesh were archaic Sith tattoos, dark lines and curves that spoke of ancient traditions and power, their intricate designs snaking across his face and hands, hinting at a potential zealous past. The Feeorin moved with purpose, his elegant robe flowing with each step. The robe was a rich blend of red and white, adorned with intricate gold trim that caught the light of the city and shimmered as he walked. The fabric was fine, suggesting both wealth and a certain reverence for tradition, draping his tall, muscular frame in a manner that suited his form perfectly.
He weaved through the crowded streets, his presence creating a ripple as people instinctively made way for him, drawn by a combination of curiosity and the subtle aura of authority he exuded. The din of conversations, the hum of speeders, and the myriad sounds of the city seemed to fade slightly in his wake, as if the very air acknowledged his significance. In his thoughts he mouthed words but the crowds around him seemed to understand without listening.
Make way. Yes, Make a way for me.
At the corner of a busy intersection, he stopped. This was his chosen spot, a nexus of pedestrian traffic where his voice would carry far. With a fluid motion, he set up a small, ornate stand, its design echoing the motifs of his tattoos. He arranged a few ancient-looking scrolls and artifacts on it, each item meticulously placed to draw the eye and provoke intrigue. The Feeorin stood tall behind the stand, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He waited, poised and patient, for the right moment to speak. As the flow of people continued, a subtle change occurred. Individuals began to slow, their gazes drawn to him, their steps faltering as they sensed the gravity of his presence. Whispers spread like wildfire, and soon a small crowd gathered, eager to hear what this alien figure had to say. They came from all walks of life and profession. Beggars, security, Coruscanti police officers, padawans, cooks, minor political figures and so much more.
Finally with a voice that boomed preternaturally through the intersection he began.
"Hear thee! Citizens of Coruscant, gather around and hear! I bring a message that pierces through the deception spun by the New Jedi Order and the many renditions of the Sith, those who claim to be the ultimate arbiters of the Force. Listen well, for the truth I speak is one that the Galactic Alliance and the Empires that be do not want you to hear! The Jedi preach their code of peace, serenity, and selflessness. They claim to be the guardians of justice, wielding the Light Side of the Force to protect and serve. But look deeper, my friends! The Jedi, in their ivory towers and grand temples, have become pawns in the political games of the Galactic Alliance....Or their own Galactic alliance have become pawns of the Jedi. In either case their noble ideals are twisted into tools of control, their knights turned into soldiers to enforce subjective rulings and their padawans indoctrinated to serve not the state or its people or dare even I say the individual. They are mentally grown like clones to be further used.
And what of the Sith? They exalt power, passion, and ambition. They claim to embrace the true nature of the Force, to harness its full potential without restraint. They do so through the emotional spectrum that is natural to us all. But do not be fooled! The Sith, too, are manipulated, their strength exploited to fuel the ambitions of empires, warlords and Dark Lords. A pity that there is, what feels like, A plethora of Dark Lords in our current era. Their dark power is a weapon in the hands of those who seek domination, their teachings perverted into a doctrine of tyranny.
The Force, my friends, is not owned by the Jedi or the Sith! It is not a weapon to be wielded in service of political agendas. The Light and the Dark, the peace and the passion, they are not opposing forces but parts of a greater whole. The Force is a living entity, encompassing all aspects of existence. The Jedi and the Sith seek to divide it, to claim its polarities as their own, but in truth, they only perpetuate a cycle of conflict and war. A cycle that the galaxy itself is not safe from. That you all are not safe from.
Is possible to be a Jedi and fall to the Dark Side? How many Jedi have we seen, corrupted by their own fear, anger, and hatred? How many have turned their lightsabers on those they once swore to protect? The path of the Jedi is fraught with the peril of self-righteousness, of a blindness to their own flaws and failings. And it is possible to be Sith and walk in the Light? To use passion, ambition, and power not for selfish gain but for the greater good? To channel the strength of the Light and utilize the tenets of Sith tradition to bring justice, to protect the innocent, to create order out of chaos. The path of the Sith need not lead to darkness, but can be a journey towards balance and harmony. What do you, if any, have to say to this?!"
(( OOC: There are no rules, no requirements to join, other than your desire to ofcourse =).))
He weaved through the crowded streets, his presence creating a ripple as people instinctively made way for him, drawn by a combination of curiosity and the subtle aura of authority he exuded. The din of conversations, the hum of speeders, and the myriad sounds of the city seemed to fade slightly in his wake, as if the very air acknowledged his significance. In his thoughts he mouthed words but the crowds around him seemed to understand without listening.
Make way. Yes, Make a way for me.
At the corner of a busy intersection, he stopped. This was his chosen spot, a nexus of pedestrian traffic where his voice would carry far. With a fluid motion, he set up a small, ornate stand, its design echoing the motifs of his tattoos. He arranged a few ancient-looking scrolls and artifacts on it, each item meticulously placed to draw the eye and provoke intrigue. The Feeorin stood tall behind the stand, his piercing eyes scanning the crowd. He waited, poised and patient, for the right moment to speak. As the flow of people continued, a subtle change occurred. Individuals began to slow, their gazes drawn to him, their steps faltering as they sensed the gravity of his presence. Whispers spread like wildfire, and soon a small crowd gathered, eager to hear what this alien figure had to say. They came from all walks of life and profession. Beggars, security, Coruscanti police officers, padawans, cooks, minor political figures and so much more.
Finally with a voice that boomed preternaturally through the intersection he began.
"Hear thee! Citizens of Coruscant, gather around and hear! I bring a message that pierces through the deception spun by the New Jedi Order and the many renditions of the Sith, those who claim to be the ultimate arbiters of the Force. Listen well, for the truth I speak is one that the Galactic Alliance and the Empires that be do not want you to hear! The Jedi preach their code of peace, serenity, and selflessness. They claim to be the guardians of justice, wielding the Light Side of the Force to protect and serve. But look deeper, my friends! The Jedi, in their ivory towers and grand temples, have become pawns in the political games of the Galactic Alliance....Or their own Galactic alliance have become pawns of the Jedi. In either case their noble ideals are twisted into tools of control, their knights turned into soldiers to enforce subjective rulings and their padawans indoctrinated to serve not the state or its people or dare even I say the individual. They are mentally grown like clones to be further used.
And what of the Sith? They exalt power, passion, and ambition. They claim to embrace the true nature of the Force, to harness its full potential without restraint. They do so through the emotional spectrum that is natural to us all. But do not be fooled! The Sith, too, are manipulated, their strength exploited to fuel the ambitions of empires, warlords and Dark Lords. A pity that there is, what feels like, A plethora of Dark Lords in our current era. Their dark power is a weapon in the hands of those who seek domination, their teachings perverted into a doctrine of tyranny.
The Force, my friends, is not owned by the Jedi or the Sith! It is not a weapon to be wielded in service of political agendas. The Light and the Dark, the peace and the passion, they are not opposing forces but parts of a greater whole. The Force is a living entity, encompassing all aspects of existence. The Jedi and the Sith seek to divide it, to claim its polarities as their own, but in truth, they only perpetuate a cycle of conflict and war. A cycle that the galaxy itself is not safe from. That you all are not safe from.
Is possible to be a Jedi and fall to the Dark Side? How many Jedi have we seen, corrupted by their own fear, anger, and hatred? How many have turned their lightsabers on those they once swore to protect? The path of the Jedi is fraught with the peril of self-righteousness, of a blindness to their own flaws and failings. And it is possible to be Sith and walk in the Light? To use passion, ambition, and power not for selfish gain but for the greater good? To channel the strength of the Light and utilize the tenets of Sith tradition to bring justice, to protect the innocent, to create order out of chaos. The path of the Sith need not lead to darkness, but can be a journey towards balance and harmony. What do you, if any, have to say to this?!"
(( OOC: There are no rules, no requirements to join, other than your desire to ofcourse =).))
