((Non-canon but Auroja and Malgus are perfect to have interesting conversations. :) )) Shae stormed off after Malgus’s promise. Auroja knew a thing or two about visions of the future. “Heta will destroy you” could have many meanings. She could already see Shae losing it. Heta could whip her into such a frenzy that Shae winds up destroying herself or get others to turn against her because of her rash actions. With Shae gone, Malgus slumped in his chair. “Can you not see it?” He asked softly. His voice was strangely - sad, almost pleading for understanding. It was odd to see him without his typical Sith bravado. “The past looms over us all. A shadow of unchanging history. There are fools who believe they can outrun the shadow. Without a flame to chase it away it will consume them. They are doomed to repeat the same failures. None who have stood by my side have understood this. The only one who could have - is my enemy.” He looked at Auroja. His eyes reflected the sad pleading of his voice. “A shame that you and I must remain that way.” Auroja couldn’t believe what she was hearing! He was offering to let her join him? Her? She was no longer part of the Order but he didn’t know that so as far as he knew, she was still a Jedi. She looked at him with pity, as if she were speaking to a madman who was begging for others to see something that only existed in his mind. Maybe the chair was finally getting to him. “I’m sorry, Malgus.” She apologized softly. “You’re trying to destroy the Jedi Order. I can’t allow that.” Perfect. That was the answer he expected. Malgus had been locked in that chair for weeks. What did the Alliance fools think he was doing all that time? “You have Sith blood. I understand you were raised by the Jedi from a young age.” He pointed out. His voice remained soft with no hint of aggression. “What does that have to do with anything?” She asked, clearly confused by his sudden statement. “You are a pureblood Sith. To be raised by Jedi, you were either found - or stolen.” He said. It was still not common knowledge who her father really is. They felt it was best to keep that between them, though she wouldn’t be surprised if some suspected it. “Do you have any idea who your parents were? Do you have any memories of them?” Malgus asked, seemingly genuinely curious. He made sure to keep any accusation or aggression out of his voice. He would only project vulnerability and empathy. “A girl suddenly taken to a foreign land. Alone and frightened and surrounded by strangers. Strangers who not only withheld love from her but hated her. They hated her so much they taught her to hate and murder her own kind.” His eyes were full of pity as he looked at her. Even if it was purely conjecture, he wasn’t all that far off. “If the Jedi and Sith Orders didn’t exist, you could have been raised by your parents. Imagine it. A galaxy where being strong in the Force didn’t mean you’d be snatched from your mother’s arms as a baby. Imagine a galaxy where being weak in the Force didn’t mean you’d be shunned and left abandoned as your sibling was taken from you, never to be seen again. Have you ever imagined how much pain and anger the Jedi have caused in their practice? You could have known your mother and father. You could have been loved by them as their prodigy daughter and felt their pride as you surpassed all challenges. You could be free to love and have children, if you so choose, without fear of being exiled. There is no need for you and I to fight.” He urged gently. Even without the Force, his voice was strangely mesmerizing. Stunned, Auroja stood there silently. She was already betraying the Republic. Would the Jedi Order itself be taken down by her efforts? She thought the Republic might fall but the Order would remain - somehow. On Odessen, children were being taught the Force by both light and dark teachers. They weren’t taken from their parents and everyone seemed happy with the arrangement. Some had even come to Odessen to escape their child’s fate in both the Sith Empire and Republic. If the rest of the galaxy looked like Odessen, would it be so bad? “I - I don’t know.” She stammered. “I couldn’t.” But there was no conviction in her voice. Finally, she turned and left. Once the doors closed behind her, Malgus leaned back in his chair - and smiled.
((Non-canon but Auroja and Malgus are perfect to have interesting conversations. :) ))
Shae stormed off after Malgus’s promise. Auroja knew a thing or two about visions of the future. “Heta will destroy you” could have many meanings. She could already see Shae losing it. Heta could whip her into such a frenzy that Shae winds up destroying herself or get others to turn against her because of her rash actions. With Shae gone, Malgus slumped in his chair.
“Can you not see it?” He asked softly. His voice was strangely - sad, almost pleading for understanding. It was odd to see him without his typical Sith bravado. “The past looms over us all. A shadow of unchanging history. There are fools who believe they can outrun the shadow. Without a flame to chase it away it will consume them. They are doomed to repeat the same failures. None who have stood by my side have understood this. The only one who could have - is my enemy.” He looked at Auroja. His eyes reflected the sad pleading of his voice. “A shame that you and I must remain that way.” Auroja couldn’t believe what she was hearing! He was offering to let her join him? Her? She was no longer part of the Order but he didn’t know that so as far as he knew, she was still a Jedi. She looked at him with pity, as if she were speaking to a madman who was begging for others to see something that only existed in his mind. Maybe the chair was finally getting to him.
“I’m sorry, Malgus.” She apologized softly. “You’re trying to destroy the Jedi Order. I can’t allow that.” Perfect. That was the answer he expected. Malgus had been locked in that chair for weeks. What did the Alliance fools think he was doing all that time?
“You have Sith blood. I understand you were raised by the Jedi from a young age.” He pointed out. His voice remained soft with no hint of aggression.
“What does that have to do with anything?” She asked, clearly confused by his sudden statement.
“You are a pureblood Sith. To be raised by Jedi, you were either found - or stolen.” He said. It was still not common knowledge who her father really is. They felt it was best to keep that between them, though she wouldn’t be surprised if some suspected it. “Do you have any idea who your parents were? Do you have any memories of them?” Malgus asked, seemingly genuinely curious. He made sure to keep any accusation or aggression out of his voice. He would only project vulnerability and empathy. “A girl suddenly taken to a foreign land. Alone and frightened and surrounded by strangers. Strangers who not only withheld love from her but hated her. They hated her so much they taught her to hate and murder her own kind.” His eyes were full of pity as he looked at her. Even if it was purely conjecture, he wasn’t all that far off. “If the Jedi and Sith Orders didn’t exist, you could have been raised by your parents. Imagine it. A galaxy where being strong in the Force didn’t mean you’d be snatched from your mother’s arms as a baby. Imagine a galaxy where being weak in the Force didn’t mean you’d be shunned and left abandoned as your sibling was taken from you, never to be seen again. Have you ever imagined how much pain and anger the Jedi have caused in their practice? You could have known your mother and father. You could have been loved by them as their prodigy daughter and felt their pride as you surpassed all challenges. You could be free to love and have children, if you so choose, without fear of being exiled. There is no need for you and I to fight.” He urged gently. Even without the Force, his voice was strangely mesmerizing.
Stunned, Auroja stood there silently. She was already betraying the Republic. Would the Jedi Order itself be taken down by her efforts? She thought the Republic might fall but the Order would remain - somehow. On Odessen, children were being taught the Force by both light and dark teachers. They weren’t taken from their parents and everyone seemed happy with the arrangement. Some had even come to Odessen to escape their child’s fate in both the Sith Empire and Republic. If the rest of the galaxy looked like Odessen, would it be so bad?
“I - I don’t know.” She stammered. “I couldn’t.” But there was no conviction in her voice. Finally, she turned and left.
Once the doors closed behind her, Malgus leaned back in his chair - and smiled.