On the other hand, we did acknowledge at the time that picking Niman required more practice than other available forms to achieve mastery.Remember, the whole point of accepting the trade-off of Niman was to spend the time focusing on becoming Starkiller* instead of wasting our OP force sensitivity on the mundane precognitive master swordsman route.
As several people mentioned when we picked it Niman is only worth a damn if we study it extensively, it was very explicitly the easy to learn hard to master form.Remember, the whole point of accepting the trade-off of Niman was to spend the time focusing on becoming Starkiller* instead of wasting our OP force sensitivity on the mundane precognitive master swordsman route.
Maybe don't use wild guesses to make your argument, it makes you seem like you've got nothing better than that.And that's even before the 'wait, the Force may or may not be the collective will of all life, who are in theory all somewhat force sensitive. If enough people want (for an example I'm just coming up with now) a star to not explode and hit an inhabited planet with a gamma ray burst, surely an OP pls nerf Force sensitive will be able to provide a sufficiently powerful final kick to turn the star to point elsewhere if that's what a large enough fraction of the Force truly wants.
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Palps is like Anakin's shady uncle/father figure/mentor at this time.You whirl around, because you recognize that voice—but what Palpatine would be doing here is utterly beyond you.
The word "Chancellor" is halfway to your mouth before he raises a finger to his lips. The gesture buys your mind a moment to catch up with your eyes and ears. Instead of his usual Chancellorial robes, he's wearing a simple cloak with the hood pulled up over his head, shrouding most of his face. For whatever reason, he's here incognito.
Palpatine is really damn good at presenting himself positively and getting Anakin to have a negative opinion on the Republic while also playing politics."All in good time, Anakin," says Palpatine. Then he produces a holo from the folds of his cloak. It depicts a being with bulging eyes, a wide, thin mouth, and a cascading mane of hair everywhere around his face except for the top of his head, dressed in flowing midnight-blue robes. "This is Senator Colandrus of Suntilla. He's a notorious influence peddler who's known to offer his vote in the Senate to the highest bidder. So far, he's managed to evade Senate Intelligence scrutiny, I suspect through further bribery. But like all beings, Colandrus has a weakness. He's an inveterate gambler—to put it bluntly, an addict."
"And today he's betting on the races," you surmise.
Palpatine shoots you a pleased look, like a teacher whose student has just earned full marks. "Just so. And if he were to lose badly enough—say, to a human adolescent entering for the first time with home-built race wings—his addiction would begin to spiral. He would make larger and larger bets to try to recoup his losses, and become more brazen in his illegal dealings to finance them. My agents could finally catch him out, and purge his corruption from the body politic for good."
You don't bother to keep the grin off your face. Obi-Wan is always telling you not to celebrate too early—but Obi-Wan isn't here. "And all I have to do is win the race?"
This really shows Anakin's mindset.Breaking the racing record is no longer just a favor for the Chancellor. It's now a matter of life and death.
That means you'll have to take more drastic measures. You cast your eyes about until they alight on a shortcut—a hole in the shield the other racers are avoiding because of the arcs of blue and purple energy crackling across it, no doubt from the cables the mynocks were chewing on before the race stirred them up. You'll need to time this just right.
Your wings flare out at an angle to your flight, slowing you, and a brief thruster burst (which makes you wince as it takes a chunk out of your already dwindling fuel supply) does the rest. Blood rushes to your head with the deceleration, but it's only momentary before Coruscant's standard gravity takes over completely, sending you into free fall.
Your knowledge of power systems, your piloting instincts, and a little touch of Force precognition all go to work ensuring that you make it to the next layer safely. And even then, it's a near thing. A stray fork of lightning brushes painfully against your legs as you fall through the hole, sending a nasty shock and then a wave of numbness through them. But it's just pain, and you've been through far worse.
And with that, you're through. Only one more level to go.
Gotta admit that Palps knows how to savor a victory."Actually," says Palpatine, matching your smirking expression, "I might be able to let you do just that." He produces his holoprojector again, but this time it's not displaying a static image of Colandrus—it's a live feed of him, broadcast from some seedy gambling den. "The Senate Intelligence Bureau has been surveilling him at my order for some time, you see…"
The way the Senator's expression falls and then twists into fury when he sees the announcement of your win is practically a work of art. And then, just to cap it all off, he overturns the table in a fury, sending glittering credit chips scattering everywhere as the other gamblers scramble for cover, before storming out.
You clap a hand over your mouth for a second or two to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. When you can finally trust yourself to speak again, you say, "That was amazing."
"That, my dear boy, was just the start of what we can accomplish," he replies. "But perhaps you should be going now. It wouldn't do for the Jedi to discover that you've been here."
It most certainly would not.
Anakin has knack for this stuff.And yet, for all your need for peaceful sleep, it seems you'll get nothing of the kind tonight. Because tonight, you dream.
It isn't the first time. Long before you ever met Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan you dreamed of becoming a Jedi, and in time the galaxy placed a lightsaber in your hand. And in those last hours as a slave your dreams whispered to you of freeing yourself with the keenness of your mind and the steadiness of your hands, and then you flew to liberation in a Podracer you had built yourself.
But this time is different—disjointed, confused. "Always in motion is the future", Master Yoda sometimes says, but tonight there's so much "motion" that it feels like watching a race from the sidelines: events whip past your vision in moments, so quickly that you catch only impressions of what's happening.
And it's also different in another way. Those past premonitions were visions of a better future. These are visions of a future hanging in the balance. That balance can be tipped to light or to darkness…and the burden of the choices that may tip it falls upon you.
Palps is like Anakin's shady uncle/father figure/mentor at this time.