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A really interesting vote...
If things go well enough we may be able to prevent one of the worst miscarriages of justice of the gallactic history, and save millions of Kalesh who died in the subsequent famine caused by the Republic enforced reparations (including Grievous wives and kids)
And if we cannot prevent them we are going to have front rows seats to see how rotten the Republic really is and how that rot and corruption also spills into the Jedi, no matter how well meaning the Order may be... Hell the Kalesh tried to, unironically, get help from the Core when the Huk attack them, but no one cared until their counterattack threatened the business of several factions who were partners with the Huk.
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The only partner he ever cared about was Ronderu lij Kummar. He didn't care about any of the wives or children he had after since none of them could fill the void created by her death.
Honestly, the hardest part of this mission might not even be sorting out the whole mess and bringing the Yam'rii to justice for what they did to the Kaleesh. It's going to be getting Grievous to stop. At this point he's already matching (and even surpassing) the atrocities commited against his people with his own against the Yam'rii across multiple worlds.
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You know there is a pretty big difference between "that his family wasn´t able to fill the void left by Ronderu" and that he didn´t care about them... At this point in his life Grievous was a ruthless warlord, but he was not that heartless, he suffered watching what was happening to his people and even accepted to leave his life of being considered a living god by his people to become a leg-breaker for the Banking Clan so that Kaleesh could their debt handled... So I doubt that he watched all his family starve to death and didn´t care.
Well, they managed to do it in Canon with 50 Jedis and the Judicial Forces... In this case jut give to the Kaleesh the conquered Huk colonies and make them pay a pound of flesh in reparations... That should probably calm him down...
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And what about the Yam'rii? Does Grievous get off scot-free for trying his best to exterminate every single last one of them? Because at this point that is what he is trying to do.
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Yeah, pretty much... Karma is a bitch and all that, especially when slavers are on the losing side of a slave revolt...
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The things I chase come to me.
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- He/His/Him
Culpability is hard to delineate on a colonization based culture of slavers.
2.5: Vengeance
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- SF Bay Area
[X] Accompany Obi-Wan to Huk.
The announcement that you are departing from the Gathering to go on a mission—an unscheduled, impromptu mission, but a mission nevertheless—is met with a melange of emotions from your friends, both on their faces and in the Force. Surprise at the sudden twist of fate. Concern, both for you and for the future. Envy of the Padawan braid hanging over your shoulder that empowers you to do this.
But most of all, there is uncertainty. They are brave, one and all, and can face this without you by their side. But once they have, will they be able to trust you with the burdens the Gathering will lay on their souls?
Will they still know who you are as you grow more used to holding lives in your hands?
But these questions will have to wait. War is brewing, and such an unstable concoction will not boil over on your schedule. And so, the flotilla splits in half. Knight Tachi and her charges will still have a respectable escort on their way to Ilum. You and Obi-Wan, on the other hand, remain with the Carth Onasi as it sets a course for Huk.
The journey is sober and quiet as you prepare yourself for what's coming. There is time enough, however, for you to be briefed on the players in this deadly game. A long-running brushfire war between the reptilian Kaleesh of Kalee and the insectoid Yam'rii of Huk has suddenly and dramatically escalated, thanks to the leadership of the Kaleesh warlord Qymaen jai Sheelal—better known these days by his nom de guerre, "Grievous". In the face of his inexorable advance, the Yam'rii have pled for the aid of the Republic against an enemy that seems intent on wiping them out. Obi-Wan, who has been exhaustively researching the culture and customs of both species, seems certain that there's still a chance to end this without bloodshed. You hope he's right…but you fear otherwise.
Meditation, usually the conduit between you and the universe, now serves a different function: attempting to clear your mind and put those fears aside. But this most difficult aspect of your training with the Force still eludes you. The endless web of possibility that is usually such a comfort to you now seems to loom ominously—there are many ways this mission could go terribly wrong, and not nearly so many for it to go right.
But you don't drop out of hyperspace into the middle of a running battle, so maybe that's an auspicious start.
As the glowing lines of hyperspace fade from your vision, your sharp eyes take in every detail of the space surrounding you. Behind you: the planet Huk, huge and rocky, with a pale yellow-green atmosphere striated by bands of gray clouds. Beside you: the other Republic ships of the Judicial Forces, shields up and weapons hot, ready for a fight at any moment. And ahead: a fleet even larger than this one, its craft jury-rigged and bootstrapped but clad in heavy armor and bristling with ship-to-ship weaponry.
Captain Vaere is on the comm immediately, checking in with the rest of the Judicial Forces and informing them that the Jedi have arrived. It's not long before you get a reply from a breathless young comms officer: "Thank the stars. You're here just in time. The Kaleesh fleet has orbital firing solutions on many of Huk's main population centers. We've warned them that we'll retaliate if fired upon, and for now they haven't taken a shot, but…it's a standoff. And it gets more likely to break every second."
"Thank you, Ensign," says Obi-Wan, as calmly as if he's just heard the weather report. "We'll take it from here." There's a moment's pause as the Onasi hails the Kaleesh flagship. When the channel opens, he raises his voice a notch and enunciates every syllable: "I am Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. By virtue of my rank, I am empowered to negotiate on behalf of the Galactic Republic. And I urge you to take the chance to do so before it is too late. We can still end this without further bloodshed."
The signal cuts abruptly, and for a moment you're certain they're about to start shooting. But instead you receive a single burst transmission: a set of coordinates, no doubt for a meeting place. No further communications are forthcoming after that.
Obi-Wan nods curtly on seeing it, then turns to you. "Parlays and negotiations among the Kaleesh are traditionally attended by only four people, two from each side—a representative to offer or receive terms, and a witness to hear those terms and ensure that their side follows through on them."
That rings a bell from the classes you've taken in the Temple on galactic cultures: "Sounds a lot like seconds in a duel."
"On Kalee they're often one and the same," says Obi-Wan dryly.
"And…you're still bringing me with you?"
There's a wry, weary twist to his mouth as he says, "I could try to keep you out of danger, if you'd prefer. But would it work?"
In a little over a decade of life you have already learned to pick locks, hotwire ships, and perform Jedi mind tricks. So, no. It would not.
"I thought so," he says, without you having to say anything. "Let's hope these negotiations go better than the last ones I was involved in."
**
There is a small problem with the coordinates Grievous has given you: they're in the middle of open space.
This confuses you and Obi-Wan until your shuttle's sensors pick up something curious at the point in question: a blank, featureless disc about fifty meters across, hovering in the void, with a single life-form standing on it. A bubble of atmospheric shielding, detectable to the sensors but invisible to the naked eye, encloses the platform; it is the only thing protecting anyone standing on it from the endless vacuum of space.
And the two of you have no choice but to enter.
"Only one person. I thought you said there were supposed to be two," you note to Obi-Wan as he guides the ship in.
"There are," he says. "But I don't sense a trap. Perhaps we can ask him about it when we meet."
But for now, you're out of time for words. You "dock" with the platform, which is really just a matter of nudging the shuttle so that its landing ramp unfolds inside the shield, and descend onto it step by step. It is time to meet the warlord called Grievous.
Even seeing him up close, it's hard to make out any details of his appearance beyond his humanoid shape—he is cloaked and hooded, and his face is covered with a mask made from the skull of some great beast. The only signs of his real features are the razor-sharp tusks protruding from the bottom of the mask and a pair of glowing yellow eyes with slit pupils peering out at you.
You reach out with your higher awareness—and snap your presence back as if burned. In a way, you have been. Grievous in the Force resembles nothing so much as a blast furnace: a shell of iron around a core of searing rage. What kind of a being will be smelted in those fires is yet to be seen.
You know that Obi-Wan can sense it too…
…but all he says is, "Hello there."
"Knight Kenobi," a deep, rumbling voice greets him from under the mask. "You've brought a child as your witness?"
In plenty of other circumstances that question would be mocking, but to your surprise Grievous sounds genuinely curious. A prickle runs up the back of your neck as you realize that this is far from the most dangerous thing he's seen a child do.
"This is my apprentice," explains Obi-Wan. "Padawan Anakin Skywalker."
"Hm," says Grievous, looking around at the vast expanse of space surrounding you. "Aptly named."
Despite yourself, a smirk touches your lips. But even for you, a boy who flies as easily as he walks, being out in empty space like this is disorienting. The sheer depth of the star-pierced blackness around you is vertigo-inducing; without a ship or even a spacesuit, you feel almost naked before it. You refocus your eyes on the skull mask and your Force senses on Grievous and Obi-Wan to center yourself.
Your sense of place returns in time to catch Obi-Wan's next words. "My choice of witness may seem unorthodox, but I can't help but notice that you haven't brought one at all. Might I inquire as to why?"
His fist clenches, and a low growl resonates from his throat. "Only one person has ever earned the right to bear witness to me. And she is lost to me now. Do not broach this subject again."
"As you wish," says Obi-Wan, inclining his head in acceptance.
You find yourself torn—everything from the Force to his body language tells you that Grievous is not a being to trifle with, and especially not to press for the story of his lost love, but now curiosity about that very story is gnawing at you. You decide to split the difference by sating a different bit of curiosity instead: "What is this platform we're standing on? Where'd you get it?"
"It once belonged to the Nihil raiders," Grievous says. "To them, it was a symbol of their conquests—they would boast that every star they could see from this perch was theirs to plunder and claim. To me…it's a reminder of how thin a line stands between my people and oblivion."
"Your people?" You stare at him incredulously. "You're the one who's got target lock on cities full of innocents."
Obi-Wan places a hand on your shoulder to stop you from going any further, but Grievous doesn't snap back at you. In fact the way his eyes move beneath his mask makes it almost look like he's smiling. "Ah, here is a being unafraid to speak his mind. But know this, Jedi…" And here the smile dies. "There are no innocents on Huk."
"Oh?" There is a tension in Obi-Wan's posture now—so slight that the untrained eye wouldn't notice it, but your eye isn't untrained anymore. "And on what charges do you act as judge, jury, and executioner for an entire planet?"
"'On what charges'? Grievous's deep voice takes on a sarcastic lilt as he repeats Obi-Wan's words. "Theft, murder, slavery…all of these and more, and all of them on the grandest and most terrible scale. The Huk were an empire before I took up the fight against them, Jedi. Pray you never have to learn firsthand what that word means."
Suddenly everything starts to fall into place. Especially the rage.
It's hard to take Obi-Wan aback, but he shifts almost on a credit chip from stern to pensive. "We weren't told of any of this. If you could provide proof of those crimes, and I don't doubt that you can, it would certainly change how the Republic would view this war. But…not so much that it would overlook indiscriminate orbital bombardment of civilian populations. That is a place your vengeance cannot go."
Grievous's eyes narrow. "'Cannot' is a powerful word. With just two syllables, you attempt to gainsay a Khagan of the Kaleesh. Very well, then." He produces something from the folds of his robe—a metal bar whose ends snap outward into a full-length staff, then begin to crackle with purple-white arcs of electricity. "You may offer your terms…if you first prove yourself worthy."
Without another word, Obi-Wan's lightsaber bursts into burning blue life.
Grievous sweeps his electrostaff up into a salute, and then charges.
The first unpleasant surprise comes with the very first blow: Grievous catches Obi-Wan's saber on his staff, and instead of shearing through, the blade stops dead against some sort of lightsaber-resistant alloy. It seems this fight will not be as simple for your teacher as disarming his foe with one stroke—but nothing about any of this has been simple so far, so why should it start to be now?
That first attack and parry are followed in a matter of seconds by half a dozen more, and as you watch from the sidelines (cursing the empty loop on your belt where a lightsaber is meant to hang) you realize that this is not the same as the duels you've witnessed in the past. Grievous has no aptitude with the Force that you can detect, but what he does have is a lifetime of experience fighting a war to the knife. And he means to use every second's worth.
In the face of the onslaught of metal and sparking plasma, Obi-Wan's fast, dexterous strikes falter, and he begins to switch tactics. Though lightsaber combat is not your strong suit, you recognize a shift from Form IV—what he used on Naboo—to Darra's favorite style, Form III, with its micrometer-precise defenses. And it's clear that he's taking to it with a natural grace. When he gives ground, it's to buy himself room to maneuver. When he holds fast, it's to cover every angle.
And yet, to put such emphasis on defending himself is to turn the fight into a battle of attrition, a test of endurance to see who will be the first to tire and make a crucial mistake. And Grievous fights with the drive of a man possessed.
And then, finally, it happens. Obi-Wan slips up. The gap in his guard as he leans into a lightsaber thrust is so obvious even you can't miss it—and so Grievous cannot fail to see it either.
He jams the electrostaff up. Sparks coruscate across Obi-Wan's body, and with his mouth and with the Force, he screams.
"No!" you cry out, so loudly that it almost drowns him out, and the Force pulses around you in furious sympathy. It pushes out on pure instinct between the two combatants, sending them sliding backwards away from each other, their boots scraping on the durasteel deck.
You rush to Obi-Wan's side as he falls, gasping, but Grievous points his electrostaff at you from where he came to a halt. "Try to interfere again and it will be the end of both of you."
"Why are you doing this?!" you yell at him, desperately feeling for Obi-Wan in the Force. To your relief, he's alive—but his presence is tenuously thin. "Do you want to get justice or do you just want to hurt people?"
Grievous stares at you, unmoved. "You have spirit, child, but if you had been there to see a fraction of the horrors they have wreaked on my people, you would claw your eyes from your skull."
"You think I don't know what it's like to suffer?" Your voice hitches, and you hate yourself a little for it. "You think I don't know what it's like to be a slave? I've seen horrible things too, but I still didn't end up like you!"
He advances on you and Obi-Wan, step by heavy step. "And if you had the chance to avenge yourself on those who chained you and your people, what would you do? Would you ensure that what befell you could never happen again? Or would you take the coward's path?"
The Force surges and roils around you. Obi-Wan stirs, but not quickly enough. And you think to yourself…
[ ] How dare he?
He hurt Obi-Wan and called you a coward for standing up for what's right. Make him pay.
You will give in to temptation…
[ ] You're better than this.
You of all people know what it's like to want to take an eye for an eye. But it doesn't have to be that way.
The announcement that you are departing from the Gathering to go on a mission—an unscheduled, impromptu mission, but a mission nevertheless—is met with a melange of emotions from your friends, both on their faces and in the Force. Surprise at the sudden twist of fate. Concern, both for you and for the future. Envy of the Padawan braid hanging over your shoulder that empowers you to do this.
But most of all, there is uncertainty. They are brave, one and all, and can face this without you by their side. But once they have, will they be able to trust you with the burdens the Gathering will lay on their souls?
Will they still know who you are as you grow more used to holding lives in your hands?
But these questions will have to wait. War is brewing, and such an unstable concoction will not boil over on your schedule. And so, the flotilla splits in half. Knight Tachi and her charges will still have a respectable escort on their way to Ilum. You and Obi-Wan, on the other hand, remain with the Carth Onasi as it sets a course for Huk.
The journey is sober and quiet as you prepare yourself for what's coming. There is time enough, however, for you to be briefed on the players in this deadly game. A long-running brushfire war between the reptilian Kaleesh of Kalee and the insectoid Yam'rii of Huk has suddenly and dramatically escalated, thanks to the leadership of the Kaleesh warlord Qymaen jai Sheelal—better known these days by his nom de guerre, "Grievous". In the face of his inexorable advance, the Yam'rii have pled for the aid of the Republic against an enemy that seems intent on wiping them out. Obi-Wan, who has been exhaustively researching the culture and customs of both species, seems certain that there's still a chance to end this without bloodshed. You hope he's right…but you fear otherwise.
Meditation, usually the conduit between you and the universe, now serves a different function: attempting to clear your mind and put those fears aside. But this most difficult aspect of your training with the Force still eludes you. The endless web of possibility that is usually such a comfort to you now seems to loom ominously—there are many ways this mission could go terribly wrong, and not nearly so many for it to go right.
But you don't drop out of hyperspace into the middle of a running battle, so maybe that's an auspicious start.
As the glowing lines of hyperspace fade from your vision, your sharp eyes take in every detail of the space surrounding you. Behind you: the planet Huk, huge and rocky, with a pale yellow-green atmosphere striated by bands of gray clouds. Beside you: the other Republic ships of the Judicial Forces, shields up and weapons hot, ready for a fight at any moment. And ahead: a fleet even larger than this one, its craft jury-rigged and bootstrapped but clad in heavy armor and bristling with ship-to-ship weaponry.
Captain Vaere is on the comm immediately, checking in with the rest of the Judicial Forces and informing them that the Jedi have arrived. It's not long before you get a reply from a breathless young comms officer: "Thank the stars. You're here just in time. The Kaleesh fleet has orbital firing solutions on many of Huk's main population centers. We've warned them that we'll retaliate if fired upon, and for now they haven't taken a shot, but…it's a standoff. And it gets more likely to break every second."
"Thank you, Ensign," says Obi-Wan, as calmly as if he's just heard the weather report. "We'll take it from here." There's a moment's pause as the Onasi hails the Kaleesh flagship. When the channel opens, he raises his voice a notch and enunciates every syllable: "I am Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. By virtue of my rank, I am empowered to negotiate on behalf of the Galactic Republic. And I urge you to take the chance to do so before it is too late. We can still end this without further bloodshed."
The signal cuts abruptly, and for a moment you're certain they're about to start shooting. But instead you receive a single burst transmission: a set of coordinates, no doubt for a meeting place. No further communications are forthcoming after that.
Obi-Wan nods curtly on seeing it, then turns to you. "Parlays and negotiations among the Kaleesh are traditionally attended by only four people, two from each side—a representative to offer or receive terms, and a witness to hear those terms and ensure that their side follows through on them."
That rings a bell from the classes you've taken in the Temple on galactic cultures: "Sounds a lot like seconds in a duel."
"On Kalee they're often one and the same," says Obi-Wan dryly.
"And…you're still bringing me with you?"
There's a wry, weary twist to his mouth as he says, "I could try to keep you out of danger, if you'd prefer. But would it work?"
In a little over a decade of life you have already learned to pick locks, hotwire ships, and perform Jedi mind tricks. So, no. It would not.
"I thought so," he says, without you having to say anything. "Let's hope these negotiations go better than the last ones I was involved in."
**
There is a small problem with the coordinates Grievous has given you: they're in the middle of open space.
This confuses you and Obi-Wan until your shuttle's sensors pick up something curious at the point in question: a blank, featureless disc about fifty meters across, hovering in the void, with a single life-form standing on it. A bubble of atmospheric shielding, detectable to the sensors but invisible to the naked eye, encloses the platform; it is the only thing protecting anyone standing on it from the endless vacuum of space.
And the two of you have no choice but to enter.
"Only one person. I thought you said there were supposed to be two," you note to Obi-Wan as he guides the ship in.
"There are," he says. "But I don't sense a trap. Perhaps we can ask him about it when we meet."
But for now, you're out of time for words. You "dock" with the platform, which is really just a matter of nudging the shuttle so that its landing ramp unfolds inside the shield, and descend onto it step by step. It is time to meet the warlord called Grievous.
Even seeing him up close, it's hard to make out any details of his appearance beyond his humanoid shape—he is cloaked and hooded, and his face is covered with a mask made from the skull of some great beast. The only signs of his real features are the razor-sharp tusks protruding from the bottom of the mask and a pair of glowing yellow eyes with slit pupils peering out at you.
You reach out with your higher awareness—and snap your presence back as if burned. In a way, you have been. Grievous in the Force resembles nothing so much as a blast furnace: a shell of iron around a core of searing rage. What kind of a being will be smelted in those fires is yet to be seen.
You know that Obi-Wan can sense it too…
…but all he says is, "Hello there."
"Knight Kenobi," a deep, rumbling voice greets him from under the mask. "You've brought a child as your witness?"
In plenty of other circumstances that question would be mocking, but to your surprise Grievous sounds genuinely curious. A prickle runs up the back of your neck as you realize that this is far from the most dangerous thing he's seen a child do.
"This is my apprentice," explains Obi-Wan. "Padawan Anakin Skywalker."
"Hm," says Grievous, looking around at the vast expanse of space surrounding you. "Aptly named."
Despite yourself, a smirk touches your lips. But even for you, a boy who flies as easily as he walks, being out in empty space like this is disorienting. The sheer depth of the star-pierced blackness around you is vertigo-inducing; without a ship or even a spacesuit, you feel almost naked before it. You refocus your eyes on the skull mask and your Force senses on Grievous and Obi-Wan to center yourself.
Your sense of place returns in time to catch Obi-Wan's next words. "My choice of witness may seem unorthodox, but I can't help but notice that you haven't brought one at all. Might I inquire as to why?"
His fist clenches, and a low growl resonates from his throat. "Only one person has ever earned the right to bear witness to me. And she is lost to me now. Do not broach this subject again."
"As you wish," says Obi-Wan, inclining his head in acceptance.
You find yourself torn—everything from the Force to his body language tells you that Grievous is not a being to trifle with, and especially not to press for the story of his lost love, but now curiosity about that very story is gnawing at you. You decide to split the difference by sating a different bit of curiosity instead: "What is this platform we're standing on? Where'd you get it?"
"It once belonged to the Nihil raiders," Grievous says. "To them, it was a symbol of their conquests—they would boast that every star they could see from this perch was theirs to plunder and claim. To me…it's a reminder of how thin a line stands between my people and oblivion."
"Your people?" You stare at him incredulously. "You're the one who's got target lock on cities full of innocents."
Obi-Wan places a hand on your shoulder to stop you from going any further, but Grievous doesn't snap back at you. In fact the way his eyes move beneath his mask makes it almost look like he's smiling. "Ah, here is a being unafraid to speak his mind. But know this, Jedi…" And here the smile dies. "There are no innocents on Huk."
"Oh?" There is a tension in Obi-Wan's posture now—so slight that the untrained eye wouldn't notice it, but your eye isn't untrained anymore. "And on what charges do you act as judge, jury, and executioner for an entire planet?"
"'On what charges'? Grievous's deep voice takes on a sarcastic lilt as he repeats Obi-Wan's words. "Theft, murder, slavery…all of these and more, and all of them on the grandest and most terrible scale. The Huk were an empire before I took up the fight against them, Jedi. Pray you never have to learn firsthand what that word means."
Suddenly everything starts to fall into place. Especially the rage.
It's hard to take Obi-Wan aback, but he shifts almost on a credit chip from stern to pensive. "We weren't told of any of this. If you could provide proof of those crimes, and I don't doubt that you can, it would certainly change how the Republic would view this war. But…not so much that it would overlook indiscriminate orbital bombardment of civilian populations. That is a place your vengeance cannot go."
Grievous's eyes narrow. "'Cannot' is a powerful word. With just two syllables, you attempt to gainsay a Khagan of the Kaleesh. Very well, then." He produces something from the folds of his robe—a metal bar whose ends snap outward into a full-length staff, then begin to crackle with purple-white arcs of electricity. "You may offer your terms…if you first prove yourself worthy."
Without another word, Obi-Wan's lightsaber bursts into burning blue life.
Grievous sweeps his electrostaff up into a salute, and then charges.
The first unpleasant surprise comes with the very first blow: Grievous catches Obi-Wan's saber on his staff, and instead of shearing through, the blade stops dead against some sort of lightsaber-resistant alloy. It seems this fight will not be as simple for your teacher as disarming his foe with one stroke—but nothing about any of this has been simple so far, so why should it start to be now?
That first attack and parry are followed in a matter of seconds by half a dozen more, and as you watch from the sidelines (cursing the empty loop on your belt where a lightsaber is meant to hang) you realize that this is not the same as the duels you've witnessed in the past. Grievous has no aptitude with the Force that you can detect, but what he does have is a lifetime of experience fighting a war to the knife. And he means to use every second's worth.
In the face of the onslaught of metal and sparking plasma, Obi-Wan's fast, dexterous strikes falter, and he begins to switch tactics. Though lightsaber combat is not your strong suit, you recognize a shift from Form IV—what he used on Naboo—to Darra's favorite style, Form III, with its micrometer-precise defenses. And it's clear that he's taking to it with a natural grace. When he gives ground, it's to buy himself room to maneuver. When he holds fast, it's to cover every angle.
And yet, to put such emphasis on defending himself is to turn the fight into a battle of attrition, a test of endurance to see who will be the first to tire and make a crucial mistake. And Grievous fights with the drive of a man possessed.
And then, finally, it happens. Obi-Wan slips up. The gap in his guard as he leans into a lightsaber thrust is so obvious even you can't miss it—and so Grievous cannot fail to see it either.
He jams the electrostaff up. Sparks coruscate across Obi-Wan's body, and with his mouth and with the Force, he screams.
"No!" you cry out, so loudly that it almost drowns him out, and the Force pulses around you in furious sympathy. It pushes out on pure instinct between the two combatants, sending them sliding backwards away from each other, their boots scraping on the durasteel deck.
You rush to Obi-Wan's side as he falls, gasping, but Grievous points his electrostaff at you from where he came to a halt. "Try to interfere again and it will be the end of both of you."
"Why are you doing this?!" you yell at him, desperately feeling for Obi-Wan in the Force. To your relief, he's alive—but his presence is tenuously thin. "Do you want to get justice or do you just want to hurt people?"
Grievous stares at you, unmoved. "You have spirit, child, but if you had been there to see a fraction of the horrors they have wreaked on my people, you would claw your eyes from your skull."
"You think I don't know what it's like to suffer?" Your voice hitches, and you hate yourself a little for it. "You think I don't know what it's like to be a slave? I've seen horrible things too, but I still didn't end up like you!"
He advances on you and Obi-Wan, step by heavy step. "And if you had the chance to avenge yourself on those who chained you and your people, what would you do? Would you ensure that what befell you could never happen again? Or would you take the coward's path?"
The Force surges and roils around you. Obi-Wan stirs, but not quickly enough. And you think to yourself…
[ ] How dare he?
He hurt Obi-Wan and called you a coward for standing up for what's right. Make him pay.
You will give in to temptation…
[ ] You're better than this.
You of all people know what it's like to want to take an eye for an eye. But it doesn't have to be that way.
- Location
- Your pantry
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You're better than this.
No, and I demand we make him worse
- Location
- Ruins of Meshan
[X] How dare he?
this will probably have interesting consequences, and i really want to see them pan out
this will probably have interesting consequences, and i really want to see them pan out
[X] You're better than this.
[X] You're better than this.
Anakin is trying to be a good person and I think he'd understand where Grevious is coming from somewhat.
Anakin is trying to be a good person and I think he'd understand where Grevious is coming from somewhat.
- Location
- California,USA
[X] You're better than this.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You're better than this.
[X] You're better than this.
bookwyrm
Doom of Public Libraries
- Location
- Wichita, Kansas
[X] How dare he?
It's not Anakin if it's not making everything worse!
But also if you want to game it out, this could be a really important lesson for Anakin early on to not just lash out (at least, not without a plan). Plus, there might be a small chance that Obi Wan can still maybe pull something out of this, by like using Anakin's outburst as an illustrative example of the failure of indiscriminate vengeful wrath to solve everything always.
It's not Anakin if it's not making everything worse!
But also if you want to game it out, this could be a really important lesson for Anakin early on to not just lash out (at least, not without a plan). Plus, there might be a small chance that Obi Wan can still maybe pull something out of this, by like using Anakin's outburst as an illustrative example of the failure of indiscriminate vengeful wrath to solve everything always.
- Pronouns
- She
[x] You're better than this.
You of all people know what it's like to want to take an eye for an eye. But it doesn't have to be that way.
If Anakin is to free slaves, it starts here. He cannot be chained by a need to harm Depur, that will only play into Depur's hands. Freedom is walking away, and leaving Depur to cry in the emptiness they are left in.
You of all people know what it's like to want to take an eye for an eye. But it doesn't have to be that way.
If Anakin is to free slaves, it starts here. He cannot be chained by a need to harm Depur, that will only play into Depur's hands. Freedom is walking away, and leaving Depur to cry in the emptiness they are left in.