"that yousa are force-user, sir"

said the gungan, quietly.

Lupercus stopped, his face deadpan. He glanced towards the ground momentarily but when he looked up, there was a smirk on his face. He paused for a second, enjoying the true thing of beauty that was about to happen, his and Frakutsks greatest moment together!


Lupercus' hand shot out, his fingers squeezing in like he was crushing a can. Frakutsks throat began to constrict, his skinny neck being strangled in a Force Choke.

"Don't impune me honour boy! Not just a force-user..."

Frakutsk threw his hands up instinctly when lupercus's hand shot out at him, alot of good it did. As the Gungan was being strangled he managed to gurgle, "Sith... sir..." In a very highpitched, squeky, im-being-strangled-like voice. The Gungan had suspected this man was a sith, or at least a jedi all along (im not conceted). He had used the term force-user because he could not be sure that wether the man was a sith or a jedi. No matter though, he knew now.

The mostly-untrained jedi was at a complete loss of what to do. The padawan attempted a weak force-push at the man, it did little good. The gungan neglected to turn on his lightsaber andswing it at the man, for he was sure that such an offensive act would trigger a fight he was sure to lose. Frakutsk continued to try and force-push the man away from him, for all the good it did.

(OOC: I belive that it is proper english to use "Lupercus's" not "Lupercus' ". Because Lupercus is not plural (i hope), and you only only add ' to a noun to make it possesive if it is already plural, such as "Childrens' toys" the toys of multiple children. But it would be the "Boss's paper" because Boss is not plural.... That was just bugging me, and i thought i would correct it *shrugs*)

(OOC: Meh)

Lupercus felt the pressure against his chest, it was apparent to the Sith Lord, but caused nothing other than for him to notice it.

"Very good, perhaps you're not entirely brain dead..."

Lupercus' smile was gone as he looked down at the whelp of a gungan that was struggling before him. It was as a cat examines a caught mouse before it is devoured.

"You know, your motives for joining the Jedi are the weakest i've seen? Typically, the loss of a family member instills such emotion that the revenge course seems the only option. Instead you take an oath to suppress yours entirely.

Your parents would be turning in their unmarked graves..."

The gungan continued to struggle, but was far overpowered, and could do little to nothing to save himself. What lupercus had said was outright insulting, though the gungan knew the man was wrong, he currently was having trouble trying to speak. The gungan knew he did the right thing in not letting his anger control him, and knew that his parents would know that revenge and retaliation were never the right answer, thus, not turning in said 'unmarked graves'. (OOC: meh yourself)

Being unalbe to speak properly, the gungan gurgled, "Mesa... do... right... thing"

Lupercus smiled as he listened to the thousands of thoughts that rushed through the gungans brain. It amused him to see that the Gungan truly believed his path was correct, despite the fact that not only his reasons for joining the Jedi were flawed (revenge), but also in regards to his own parents.

"Unless your parents were Jedi, i highly doubt they would agree with you in that regard. Sentients are known for using their emotions, its just one of those unfortunate things."

Around them people were looking up, but were quickly cowed by the gaze of the Sith Lord.

"Define 'right'."

The question was in regards to the Jedis response, and as Lupercus questioned him her removed a small blade from his pocket.

Luercus did not understand. The Gungan's reason for joining the jedi was not revenge. The gungan joined the jedi to peacefully abolish evil in the universe, which seemed to be getting very hard to do, beacause evil wouldent budge excpecially not the sith.

"Rightsa mean... good, sir... means..." IT was getting very very hard for the gungan to speak, the force choke definately taking its tole on him. The gungan was innable to finish his sentance.

(OOC: Hey, Leia found this thread, thought i might as well finish it off for the sakes of it.)

Lupercus noticed the gungan was failing dismally in his attempt to speak, well even moreso than normal. Smirking menacingly he released the choke.

You know there's no point running.

The force communique was coupled with visions and portents of what the Sith Lord would do to the gungan if he tried to flee.

"Means?"

(OOC- Freaky)


Deep down inside, however, Frakutsk did not believe the things he was saying to himself. He talked to himself of peace, but truely... he still had dreams of revenge.

It was then that Frakutsk got his first glimpse of the future. The small Gungan, strong in the force, saw for a moment something that he would not see again for many years...

It was then that Frakutsk saw...

Suddenly, even in the evil grip of a master of the force, Frakutsk became one with his future, a voice, gungan, older, seemed to speak to him in his very mind.

Youngsa, simple, Frakutsk. Yousa have not learned. Violence isa da way of evil, yousa must not seek revenge. Yousa must seek to serenity...

And then, a different voice, evil... The voice of the sith infront of Frakutsk, broke through in his mind.

You know there's no point running.

But the images were distant, eathereal, third person. Somehow, the voice of the light, whoever it was, was more real. It continued...

...peace. See? Thisa man would destroy yousa. Hesa would kill all dat is you atsa da drop of a hat. Thisa is what yousa mustsa not become.

It was strange to Frakutsk, what was this voice in his head? An older Gungan, yes, but who? From when? And what was this it was saying?

He must not seek revenge on the evil that killed his parents? Killing is the way of evil... to do so would be to surrender to the easy, the evil, way of doing things, to succumb to the dark side.

Unfortunarly, the Gungan still could hardly speak to answer the question that Lupercus Darksword posed. He had, indeed, the ability to speak about one word.

"Peace... sa..."

He stuttered. That seemed, indeed, the best choice of a single word, to describe good. It had so many implications, not just the absence of violence, but also the deep inner calm, the serenity of a Jedi, things undescribable, but undoubtedly good.

(OOC: Indeedy.

Nice post btw, the difference in ability is marked.)

Lupercus's eyes narrowed, unable to understand the methodology to the gungans thought pattern. It seemed nonesensical and entirely the view of a monk, as opposed to even the pounciest of jedi.

"But what if that peace is threatened?

Peace alone could not stop say, me for example, crushing you like a bug...?"