There were three lights.
Then something roared, and there were two.
Mission Report 3941 BBY Q2 Extended
Mission 3 (The Mid-Rim, 1 Padawan, 3 Jedi Sentinels, 5 Jedi Guardians, 1 Jedi Consular, Councilor Visas Marr)
-Councilor Visas Marr-
To all things there is an echo. Love, yes. Loyalty, yes. Commitment, dedication, compassion, these things all make a sound, a wave, an echo, a mist, drifting from person to person. But they are not alone. Hate, rage, death, suffering. Fear. And where might there be more fear than where mortals watched gods fight? The world of Kalkid III was just pulling itself out of a horrific global war the likes of which are seen on few scales when the Tionese Empire made contact with them; drift, over the past few thousand years, has brought them solidly into the Middle Rim. They were conquered, subjugated, enslaved, in horrific conditions, under threat of orbital bombardment. It would be centuries until they freed themselves, and symbols of the Tionese still linger.
For instance the Chateau d'Enfer. A luxury resort, maintained by enslaved Kalkids, it was a vicious place where many thousand died, in often brutal ways, serving as a hard point of Tionese domination.
Naturally, one of those same Kalkid, now wants to turn it into an...attraction of sort. The tragedy, after all, is thousands of years past.
And yet I doubt the dead would rest so easily for the matter.
Naturally, I have taken something of an interest. I would not have the wage servants she has with her slaughtered when the thing, invariably, goes wrong. It will open in a month, and I plan to be there for every miserable week until it does.
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A man looks up at a mannequin, dressed in Tionese style. Lots of purple, white and towering hats, that band. He swears he can see the thing, a human if he had to guess, looking at him. Seated at the dining table, Master Visas and Alvazza speak, accompanied by the rest of the Jedi band. "This is desecration, and you must know that." Slowly the owner brings up a glass of honeyed, golden-red wine and takes a deep drink of it. Visas is, relatively, calm all considered-- her hand only tightens in the way she knows, she knows, can break bone and smash the windpipe and ravage the flesh and does not perturb the Force in the way required to make it so as she stares at the woman, who is beautiful in the classic Kalkid way-- a thin, pinched waist, a particularly bright carapace that shines golden in the sunlight that streaks in, and tall, proud antennae that dip and move. For their part, the aliens do not seem appreciative.
"I consider it reclaiming some of the wealth they took from us from some of their descendants."
"Perhaps. But I greatly doubt that they would agree."
"Well, they are dead, sage." She shrugs, and gets up, launching a last retort over her shoulder, "And I do not fear ghosts."
And if the mannequin has moved to look at her, then seemingly no-one has noticed.
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Mission 3 (The Mid-Rim, 1 Padawan, 3 Jedi Sentinels, 5 Jedi Guardians, 1 Jedi Consular, Councilor Visas Marr)
-Councilor Visas Marr-
The dead do not rest well in this place. Perhaps they never will. Whether as vague as 'bad feelings' or as obscene as message scrawled on mirrors in the fog, scratched into the walls, moving mannequins, they are making it clear. The Kalkid are brushing it off as protestor's disturbances; but if they are, they were more stealthy than I have ever been, and I doubt that; they did not manage to sneak onto the same ship as Darth Treya, did they? I do find myself wondering what perturbation in the Force might make the spirits so able, even Sith ghosts are not quite so lively; but perhaps it would be wisest of us to acknowledge that the Jedi and our wayward children do not know all facets of the Force.
In any case I have instructed the Jedi with me to be on their guard.
We will not be surprised by this, even if they would be.
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"Ladies and gentlemen," Alvazza says in a proud voice in an auditorium that once sorted the slaves of a hundred worlds, "we will turn this into a place of wealth and glory, rather than only a reminder of what was lost.
And then the lights cut out, and the screaming starts.
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Mission 3 (The Mid-Rim, 1 Padawan, 3 Jedi Sentinels, 5 Jedi Guardians, 1 Jedi Consular, Councilor Visas Marr)
-Councilor Visas Marr-
As I expected. I have instructed the rest of the Jedi to escort the workers, the guests, and the reporters-- in that order-- out of the area. I will find Alvazza and bring her to safety.
Or Justice, as the case may be.
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There is one light. And something is moving through it. A figure, two arms, two legs, something dangling from the back.
The last light goes out.
She scrambles--
It lunges--
And a lightsaber bursts into life. It sears the flesh that is not and exposes the thing's flesh-- Tionese, human, female. It is a creature of the Force, born of dark arts by darker wills-- but not, in truth, the greater than the Jedi. A field of pure energy blocks it, and Visas blasts it away. "Go. I shall face it."
She hardly needs to speak twice, but Visas can't blame her. This is no fight for the unarmed; and, in both senses, she is unarmed. She scrambles out, trying to flee-- only for a door to slam into her face. Not turn of phrase, and she falls back, spurting blood from her nose.
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Mission 3 (The Mid-Rim, 1 Padawan, 3 Jedi Sentinels, 5 Jedi Guardians, 1 Jedi Consular, Councilor Visas Marr)
-Councilor Visas Marr-
I won.
The thing, it seemed, agreed with Alvazza's statement. And strenuously. In myths men talk them down, speak to them. So I did.
I spoke to it of Katarr. Of Nihilus. Of the ashes, and of the silence. And of darkness.
And that frightened it away.
Now I must meditate.
(+25 Knowledge)