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09.27.2012 , 01:55 PM |
@Magdalane I love how sweet all your characters are without being annoying. How do you do that?
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Second: to ensure the first, he would find a way to lengthen his life beyond the Human norm.
@Striges lines like that are always ominous.
Remi the Grey spoilers takes place after the Brother/Sister prompt
Remi stood before the Dark Council for what she hoped would be the last time. So far, the empire they built for their son was the same as any other Sith stronghold and they were careful not to interfere with the Council. Out of respect for the former Wrath the Council tolerated the former Jedi as his liaison.
Today, they openly mocked her.
She held her peace smiling slightly. Koa’s defection to a neutral occupation was, in her mind, a family affair and the Council’s comments were unimportant.
“Remi,” Darth Marr was always respectful and did not participate in the mockery. “I hope you realize your son’s choices mean you will no longer have a reason to speak with the council.”
“Of course, my lord.” Remi replied.
“But do you realize, Jedi,” Darth Ravage never accepted her as a Sith. “His chosen profession leaves him vulnerable, many still believe in him. A true power would still have to contend with the dream of a named Emperor. Eliminating him would be the wisest course.”
Remi thought Ravage must be getting on in years if he was willing to make such an open and obvious threat against her son to her face.
“And do you realize, my lord,” Remi countered her tone deceptively mild but a thread of ice ran through it, “That I have no reason now to align with the Empire and call myself Sith.” She tilted her head speaking directly to him, “And here I stand in the heart of Korriban before the entirety of the Dark Council. I’m amazed so many of you are here in the flesh.” As she spoke, she gathered her power and not simply for show, a tiny part of her hoped for a fight.
Darth Ravage scoffed but he shifted nervously, “You cannot take all of us. You would certainly perish here.”
“Perhaps,” she said softly without fear, “but how many would I kill and whom? Are you willing to test a mother’s love?”
She faced each Darth individually; some met her gaze, but most did not. She inclined her head and turned her back on them to exit the room, perhaps a challenge, or even a dare. They sat silently as figures turned to stone. It seemed they were not.
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Remi the Grey