(OOC Note: There is a plot that should be loosely followed for this roleplay, please check the thread in OOC (labelled "Staff (Notice)" for detials.)
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They call me a Demon. A Child of the Devil. They say that I am evil, that I do bad things to innocent people.
This is true, to a degree. I resent being called a Demon. Demon's are hideious things, bred of pure evil and created only to destroy.
I am bred of Shadow, which some see as evil. I exist to destroy, yes, and also to build. I was put here to destroy the corrupt and unworthy and replace them with those who will make good on their words.
I am here to build on the foundation of a million shattered dreams, perfection. Will it ever come to a closure?
No.
The galaxy, I have found, is far to corrupt, far to deep in its own self-pity and disgusting unworthiness, to ever be salvaged. But I can do my part. It is my duty, my right, my privlege.
I am a Child of the Shadow. I am bred for one purpose, and one purpose only.
I am a Child of the Shadow.
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It all started on the planet Coruscant. A world that seethed with the powers Force, consumed by corruption and greed. It was a highly appropriate place for the birth of a Shadow, teaming with life energy of billions, trillions even, of lifeforms. It was for this reason that the Jedi Council constructed their Great Temple there.
And it was for this reason that I was placed there as a Child of the Shadow. As a boy on Coruscant, I witnessed, first hand, the collapse of Order. The fall of the faulty Old Republic (in which I had no hand), and the rise of Palpatine's New Order. I held hope, for a time, that the Galactic Empire would succeed where the Republic had failed: that Palpatine would end the corruption and bring about a new Golden Age.
My hopes were in vain. When Grand Moff Tarkin uttered the infamous phrase "Let terror be the order of the day!" I knew that all hope for the New Order was lost.
Terror, as a tool, is useful. It inspires people to do the right. But pure and unnessesary terror? That is the pinnacle of corruption and evil.
The Death Star was the center of a wheel whose spokes were far reaching and many. It was created only to kill; a true Demon Child. Unlike I, the Death Star had not the power to rebuild, only to kill.
It was a sin, and it contradicted everything I had ever believed in. Except for one, miniscule thing. Perhaps, in some scant way, the Death Star could be used for good. To destroy an asteroid that threatened good people, maybe? Or to eliminate a planet that was home to smugglers or pirates?
That was not the case. I lost all faith in Palpatine and his New Order the day that the Death Star destroyed Alderaan. I knew then that the Empire was all for death and terror, if it furthered their cause. It was no better for corruption than the Republic, and in countless ways worse.
The Republic never destroyed a world for the pure joy of it.
When the Death Star was destroyed at Yavin, I celebrated her loss. A weapon bred only to do ill could not exist. Even in the hands of a pacifist or do-gooder, it was to great a risk.
Superweapons can be used for good, in some cases, but that is sadly not often the way. The Death Star had to die.
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Somewhere, Present Day
They call me a Demon. A Child of the Devil. They say that I am evil, that I do bad things to innocent people.
This is true, to a degree. I resent being called a Demon. Demon's are hideious things, bred of pure evil and created only to destroy.
I am bred of Shadow, which some see as evil. I exist to destroy, yes, and also to build. I was put here to destroy the corrupt and unworthy and replace them with those who will make good on their words.
I am here to build on the foundation of a million shattered dreams, perfection. Will it ever come to a closure?
No.
The galaxy, I have found, is far to corrupt, far to deep in its own self-pity and disgusting unworthiness, to ever be salvaged. But I can do my part. It is my duty, my right, my privlege.
I am a Child of the Shadow. I am bred for one purpose, and one purpose only.
I am a Child of the Shadow.
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Coruscant, Thirty-four Years Ago
It all started on the planet Coruscant. A world that seethed with the powers Force, consumed by corruption and greed. It was a highly appropriate place for the birth of a Shadow, teaming with life energy of billions, trillions even, of lifeforms. It was for this reason that the Jedi Council constructed their Great Temple there.
And it was for this reason that I was placed there as a Child of the Shadow. As a boy on Coruscant, I witnessed, first hand, the collapse of Order. The fall of the faulty Old Republic (in which I had no hand), and the rise of Palpatine's New Order. I held hope, for a time, that the Galactic Empire would succeed where the Republic had failed: that Palpatine would end the corruption and bring about a new Golden Age.
My hopes were in vain. When Grand Moff Tarkin uttered the infamous phrase "Let terror be the order of the day!" I knew that all hope for the New Order was lost.
Terror, as a tool, is useful. It inspires people to do the right. But pure and unnessesary terror? That is the pinnacle of corruption and evil.
The Death Star was the center of a wheel whose spokes were far reaching and many. It was created only to kill; a true Demon Child. Unlike I, the Death Star had not the power to rebuild, only to kill.
It was a sin, and it contradicted everything I had ever believed in. Except for one, miniscule thing. Perhaps, in some scant way, the Death Star could be used for good. To destroy an asteroid that threatened good people, maybe? Or to eliminate a planet that was home to smugglers or pirates?
That was not the case. I lost all faith in Palpatine and his New Order the day that the Death Star destroyed Alderaan. I knew then that the Empire was all for death and terror, if it furthered their cause. It was no better for corruption than the Republic, and in countless ways worse.
The Republic never destroyed a world for the pure joy of it.
When the Death Star was destroyed at Yavin, I celebrated her loss. A weapon bred only to do ill could not exist. Even in the hands of a pacifist or do-gooder, it was to great a risk.
Superweapons can be used for good, in some cases, but that is sadly not often the way. The Death Star had to die.