OOC: I just want to get an RP going involving Gash... this is generally open, but for quality roleplaying. No B.S. ("JoeBLow walx up 2 Gash 'n' rapes him"), or I'll just delete your post.

A sign of great power- a sign of justice. Of great good, of safety, of the forces of rightness and light in the galaxy. The lightsaber had evolved from simply a weapon into a symbol, an icon, which inspired respect and dignity.

But not when you're a Sith.

Sith would mess with the honorable symbol of the lightsaber, creating ugly, twisted tools of death. Crimson, blood red blades, wielded with all the honor of a hungry rancor. Killing mercilessly with them, perverting the tools which were devised by the Jedi as instruments of peace.

But there is no peace for the Sith.

Yet, Gash Jiren was a Sith no longer. But still haunted by the ghosts of his past... the ghosts of the Sith. At the back of his mind, constantly there, like a face in his head, clawing at his brain. Driving him insane, slowly. Whenever he looked into the face of another Jedi, he could not help but see those two blades... slashing... committing sins unimaginable...

Jiren shivvered. The two weapons in question lay in front of him, turned off. One, which he'd built- the other, which he'd...

Killed a Jedi, and taken as a reward.

The thought sickened him. Gash reminded himself that he was a different person now- the old Gash had died on Asthentia, with that scheming bastard, Denti...

Yet Gash Jiren couldn't shake that feeling. And so, he was here, doing what he felt was the solution, or at least a temporary one. Waving a hand, the first saber- the crimson one, which he'd created- lifted into the air, and set itself down onto a rock next to him. He'd taken the large stone from Ziost- sheerly for the reason that moving it had been the first he and his young cousin and ward, Garric, had performed together. It now resided in his quarters, where he was now- quite possibly the oddest piece of furtiture possessed by an Jedi.

And now, he would destroy his lightsaber upon it.

It had been a few days since Leia had seen or been in contact with Gash Jiren, the former Sith for whom she had put a great deal of time and effort into securing a haven for him with the Jedi.

She found herself contemplating often enough whether or not she had made the right decision in placing her trust with Gash.

But the Force had guided her in her decision. She set her mind at ease for the thousandth time. She was committed now anyways. But she wasn't really that worried...

::Neo sat in his chambers, toying with his saber. He thought about the idea of moving, leaving his chamber and setting out...to where he didn't know::

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::The force shifted around him, and he felt it. But he still didn't move, instead his mind wondered to other things.

He had heard of Gash, and his turning from the darkside. But he had so many questions to ask him.

Then he moved. He motioned to the door, and it opened::

"Gash....I need to talk to you..."

:: He was talking to himself, of course...but he had to talk to him none-the-less::


[ooc:hope you dont mind I write myself in like this..:) ]

OOC: Nope, not at all... as you see, I'm writing my Luke character in, too.

Luke Skywalker smiled quietly to himself. He instantly sensed Leia's awareness of his presence, as he snuck down the hall toward her room. It was getting harder and harder to sneak up on his sister- even if he was getting "too old to do such things".

Mischeif, he had to remind some, was sometimes as important as severity is in other times.

Opening the door with a light hand, he strolled into the room- office, I keep forgetting, Luke corrected himself.

The Jedi Master smiled at Leia, and spoke.

"All is well?"

Too easy.

It was too easy.

That was Jiren's first thought. Dismissing all his demons with the wave of the hand, and a crunch of broken mechanical parts? Improbable. Impossible. The thing which haunted him was not a mechanized menace, but a past- a dark past.

Yet that lightsaber bore some signifigance in his tangled psyche, of that much, Gash could be sure. But it's destruction alone would solve naught.

He sighed, looking away. A small ripple pushed through the force, in his direction... at first, catching only Gash's cursory attention. Thoughts, even violent or passionately hateful thoughts, about him, often jolted through the force, sending ripples like pebbles into a pond.

After a moment's reflection, however, Gash Jiren paid a little more attention to this one. It was from a Jedi close by... one who did not immediately peg him as strictly evil, what was more.

A curious one.

"Hmm..."

This interested Gash. He opened his own door, into the Theed Base's metallic, yet somehow homey corridor.

He would seek this Jedi out.

Neo.