Power must be yielded with a heavy hand even if that includes a 'temper' as you say. My ambitions are not to be taken lightly and those who rise against them will feel a great suffering. I have control [because denial and fear are an unbreakable marriage.] and soon that control will encompass the entire galaxy!
[Wait a second, did he just hear what he thought he heard? 'What's a First Order'?? He had thought by now everyone had known... what a bother... Shaking his head Kylo is at this one...on the inside.]
The First Order removes the disorder from our own existence so that civilization may be returned to the stability that promotes progress. A stability that once existed under the Empire, but was reduced to anarchy by the Rebellion – An anarchy inherited in turn by the so-called Republic, and now will be restored by Us. It will be looked upon by future historians as the time when a strong hand brought the rule of law back to civilization.
[All of this is a bit much for Maul to take in. Which Empire? Which rebellion? There are many to choose from. He draws back, first in confusion, then suspicion and tries to remember the history lessons drilled into him by his master.]
The Sith will bring an end to the Republic and rule the galaxy as it is meant to be ruled. I certainly hope you don't intend to shut out the most powerful beings in this galaxy.
[ He takes note of the figure withdrawing, sensing a change in energy. Perhaps it was indeed a bit much what he had said, but it was necessary none the less. However, it was what the figure had said that had prompted a reaction.]
I had thought the Sith to be extinct. [ Especially after the fall of Vader. He was resisting the urge to clench a fist along his side in anger prompted by the mere thought. His grandfather's legacy... It would not go unfinished. ] Are you saying this is not true? [ It was now Kylo's turn to fall to suspicion. ]
Forgive my ignorance. It was my understanding Darth Vader was the last of the Sith. [There is tension. This was always a sensitive subject even if it was an observation made in passing.]
However, it would appear we have a common goal. Darth Maul, was it? The First Order would most certainly welcome The Sith.
I am Kylo Ren of the Knights of Ren. Perhaps together, we can rid ourselves of a mutual problem.
The lack of words was unbecoming. Aside, you have helped me to attain closure. Consider the formal greeting a 'thank you' that will not happen a second time.
But I digress...
Would you rather I had sliced you until there was nothing left? Or perhaps... a loved one of yours? Say, uncle, or mother perhaps?
That's a poor way to show your gratitude, then. A better way would've been just... not doing it at all.
[ His jaw set rigidly, as his voice changed to half-threatening, half-chiding, like he was still speaking to a child. ]
If you're looking to get a rise out of that, you'll be real disappointed. Those kinds of threats, though, won't be as well received by some other people who've already had experience in knocking you down. [ Man, someone's irked. ]
A necessary feat. [His tone was almost flippant as if the act was nothing but an afterthought.]
A rise? No. It is a promise and only a mater of time. If you are referring to the girl, she will be dealt with accordingly. Everything you have ever cared for will be nothing but dust in the wind.
[All of this is a bit much for him to take. A Sith? Vader's murderer? Clearly anger is the first course of action.]
I had thought the Sith to be extinct after the fall of Vader. Let alone the sole reason for his death.
If this is true, I cannot forgive such treachery! [As quick as his temper, he is equally quick to ignite his (crudly made) lightsaber at his side. Not yet making a move against the Sith Lord, but a warning none the less.]
[Probing his thoughts, Starkiller can see that things for the "Sith" before him are different. Vader was as dead as he was for Starkiller, but his killer was...Sidious?]
As long as there is one with the Dark Side burning his his heart, the Sith will never truly die.
[In turn, Starkiller ignites his own dual lightsabers, held behind him in an odd variation of Sith Shien.]
"Treachery" you say. The Sith...always betray one another, but I'm sure you'll learn that soon enough.
[Starkiller can't believe he's quoting a Jedi, but the words ring true. It's the destiny of every Sith Lord to betray his Master, to try to take his place. He swings one of his lightsabers into a more conventional grip, and points it at the young Sith before him.]
Do not ignite your..."lightsaber", unless you intend to use it, boy.
[Rimmer smiles like an idiot, a habit when he's quaking in his holographic boots, putting his hands together to rub them as if ending this conversation would be a good idea.]
Right...this is a bad time for hellos and such. Don't know why I said anything really. Just pretend I was never here...
[....where was the exit out of here, he's looking for one and coming up empty.]
[Cue awkward moment of silence. He is somewhat perplexed by the man and is not one to forget easily. Besides, he was usually the one to decide when one should be dismissed.]
[Hermione's brows are both so high up they could be touching her hairline.]
Er -
Despising your writer won't do you much good, actually. They usually have the final word in most things. Though, of course, you are completely entitled to your feelings.
[Straightforward and strangely comforting. I mean seriously. How can he be even the slightest bit mad after that??]
That is where you are mistaken, girl. I am the one who will have the final word. [because that's just how he rolls.] I do appreciate your later sentiments, however. I am entitled, aren't I? [If only you could see the smug expression on his face, though the tone wasn't lacking.]
[He stares at the girl for a moment in silence as she held out her hand. A formal introduction of sorts he supposed, but he was above all of that...or just perhaps a bit uncomfortable about...contact with another.]
[Nope. Definitely never seen this guy before. But he does appear to be a Jedi and we can guess how this pans out. Oh Kylo, if you only knew you poor bastard.]
There is nothing to discuss with your kind, Jedi. I have made my choice. [Testy this one is.]
I was never a very good Jedi. My master despaired of me some days. I believed a little too strongly that rules are made to be broken when you have a good reason.
So I can admit without shame to a great deal of curiosity about the reasons for your choice.
[Something that might have been humor if it weren't a little to dark glitters in his eyes for a moment.]
Stray? No. I didn't.
[Plunged headlong into that vortex of fail on a conscious, misguised, Worst Life Decision Ever? Yes. Stray? No. It was too deliberate for that.
Oh sweet summer child.] There really is no other reason for the mask, then. [He sounds so disappointed and unimpressed! How unoriginal.] Which unfinished business did you have in mind?
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What's a First Order, anyway?
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[Wait a second, did he just hear what he thought he heard? 'What's a First Order'?? He had thought by now everyone had known... what a bother... Shaking his head Kylo is at this one...on the inside.]
The First Order removes the disorder from our own existence so that civilization may be returned to the stability that promotes progress. A stability that once existed under the Empire, but was reduced to anarchy by the Rebellion – An anarchy inherited in turn by the so-called Republic, and now will be restored by Us. It will be looked upon by future historians as the time when a strong hand brought the rule of law back to civilization.
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The Sith will bring an end to the Republic and rule the galaxy as it is meant to be ruled. I certainly hope you don't intend to shut out the most powerful beings in this galaxy.
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I had thought the Sith to be extinct. [ Especially after the fall of Vader. He was resisting the urge to clench a fist along his side in anger prompted by the mere thought. His grandfather's legacy... It would not go unfinished. ] Are you saying this is not true? [ It was now Kylo's turn to fall to suspicion. ]
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The dark side cannot be defeated by the weaklings that call themselves Jedi. We will have our revenge upon their order soon enough.
I am Darth Maul.
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However, it would appear we have a common goal. Darth Maul, was it? The First Order would most certainly welcome The Sith.
I am Kylo Ren of the Knights of Ren. Perhaps together, we can rid ourselves of a mutual problem.
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At some point please remember to breathe.
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Father.
If you wish to say something, I suggest you do so quickly.
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I thought you weren't calling me that anymore. [ Not that he doesn't mind. But, y'know. ]
Don't get too ahead of yourself. Slicing consoles until there's nothing left isn't exactly what I'd call anger management.
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But I digress...
Would you rather I had sliced you until there was nothing left? Or perhaps... a loved one of yours? Say, uncle, or mother perhaps?
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[ His jaw set rigidly, as his voice changed to half-threatening, half-chiding, like he was still speaking to a child. ]
If you're looking to get a rise out of that, you'll be real disappointed. Those kinds of threats, though, won't be as well received by some other people who've already had experience in knocking you down. [ Man, someone's irked. ]
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A rise? No. It is a promise and only a mater of time. If you are referring to the girl, she will be dealt with accordingly. Everything you have ever cared for will be nothing but dust in the wind.
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Vader was weak, hardly worth the reverence you so freely give him.
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LIES! Vader was not weak. Who are you to make such accusations?
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Starkiller. Lord of the Sith, Apprentice to Darth Sidious. Vader fell to my blade, that I might take my place at my true Master's side.
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I had thought the Sith to be extinct after the fall of Vader. Let alone the sole reason for his death.
If this is true, I cannot forgive such treachery! [As quick as his temper, he is equally quick to ignite his (crudly made) lightsaber at his side. Not yet making a move against the Sith Lord, but a warning none the less.]
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As long as there is one with the Dark Side burning his his heart, the Sith will never truly die.
[In turn, Starkiller ignites his own dual lightsabers, held behind him in an odd variation of Sith Shien.]
"Treachery" you say. The Sith...always betray one another, but I'm sure you'll learn that soon enough.
[Starkiller can't believe he's quoting a Jedi, but the words ring true. It's the destiny of every Sith Lord to betray his Master, to try to take his place. He swings one of his lightsabers into a more conventional grip, and points it at the young Sith before him.]
Do not ignite your..."lightsaber", unless you intend to use it, boy.
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I'm sensing hostility.
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Right...this is a bad time for hellos and such. Don't know why I said anything really. Just pretend I was never here...
[....where was the exit out of here, he's looking for one and coming up empty.]
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Who are you? [He can't help himself. Really.]
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[He quickly says in a voice that's higher than he intended. Clear throat, try again.]
Nobody you'd heard of. Obviously with the whole black mask theme and the capes...we travel in very different circles.
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Er -
Despising your writer won't do you much good, actually. They usually have the final word in most things. Though, of course, you are completely entitled to your feelings.
[She nodded sagely.]
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That is where you are mistaken, girl. I am the one who will have the final word. [because that's just how he rolls.] I do appreciate your later sentiments, however. I am entitled, aren't I? [If only you could see the smug expression on his face, though the tone wasn't lacking.]
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Oh, yes. I can see that.
[Perhaps now they were talking about a different sort of entitlement, but Hermione wasn't certain that pointing it out would make a difference.]
In that case, I wish you luck in attempting to speak with you writer. Mine is thankfully very reasonable, and hopefully yours will be too.
[She gave him a small smile.]
I'm Hermione.
[With that, she held out her hand to shake his.]
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[He stares at the girl for a moment in silence as she held out her hand. A formal introduction of sorts he supposed, but he was above all of that...or just perhaps a bit uncomfortable about...contact with another.]
I am Kylo Ren of the Knights of Ren.
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People who are backed into a corner tend to lash out, don't you think?
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[Oh hey. It's a Totally Random Guy in Jedi robes and potentially slightly ghostly looking.]
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There is nothing to discuss with your kind, Jedi. I have made my choice. [Testy this one is.]
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I was never a very good Jedi. My master despaired of me some days. I believed a little too strongly that rules are made to be broken when you have a good reason.
So I can admit without shame to a great deal of curiosity about the reasons for your choice.
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Rules are indeed meant to be broken with good cause. Do you stray to the dark side, Jedi? [He was almost daring him to.]
The reasons for my choice are personal. The great Sith Lord, Darth Vader, had fallen all but too soon. I will finish what he had started.
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Stray? No. I didn't.
[Plunged headlong into that vortex of fail on a conscious, misguised, Worst Life Decision Ever? Yes. Stray? No. It was too deliberate for that.
Oh sweet summer child.] There really is no other reason for the mask, then. [He sounds so disappointed and unimpressed! How unoriginal.] Which unfinished business did you have in mind?