Xa Fel
"My lord, Lord Lupercus has summoned the Sith to Council on Corellia."
The man did not look up from his books as he continued to write down things he felt were of worth.
"Lord?"
"I heard you, Serin." Perrin growled exasperated. "And I will not be attending the Council this time."
"My lord, Lupercus has..." So rattled was the servant that he forgot to add the TNSO leader's title.
"Done far well without my presence and will continue to do so." Perrin interupted. "The Councils are a waste of time. We simply gather to talk about how wonderful we are, how powerful we are and we all listen to Lupercus rant about the things he wants and then we all vote in agreement of him for none of us would ever think to cross our leader.
I think I shall make better use of my time here."
Perrin knew his servant was very frightened. No one ever wanted to be placed in a position against Lupercus Darksword and certainly, no one wanted to be associated (even if not by choice) to one who set themselves against Lupercus.
"What shall I tell..."
Perrin stopped his writing and looked up at his servant. "Tell them whatever you want." He grinned, "Be creative."
Let pandering to Lupercus servants be Serin's problem. I've more important things to think of.
And he did, for deep was his research into the conversion of Jedi. Actually, of the conversion of anyone proving themselves worthy.
And perhaps there is where we ultimately fail.
By having people prove themselves, we acknowledge that we recognize no one starts off as worthy.
In fact, in the beginning, none of us were worthy of a Sith calling.
And THAT was the main difference he could see with the Sith race of long ago and the Sith religion currently built on their memory.
Those of the Sith race were born worthy.
It was their one failing but not only to themselves. It was a failing that the Jedi Order had as well. For they too needed to prove themselves. And, of course, due to temptations placed in their way by Sith or experience, they too often failed.
When a Jedi failed to prove themselves, they end up usually in the Sith camp.
When a Sith fails to prove themselves, usually, (with the exception of Xylon Hexyra, Gash Jiren and perhaps Sith Ahnk), they end up dead.
The Sith triumph consists of having a hopeful member power their force-use through emotion. But always... always... always.... it has to be a personal choice of the force-user.
We wait for someone to choose to give into their emotions.
We taunt.
We incite.
But all in all, we become dependent on their 'choice'.
And we feel we've accomplished something great when they choose our way of thinking and living.
But the more Perrin read, the more he began to believe that there must be something more than this.
Why pander to choice?
Why dillute our blood by making it submit to whim?
When someone is found strong in the force, both Sith and Jedi march around them like harlots seeking service. Each waiting for that someone to make their decision.
And then Jedi and Sith fight once more.
What if...
What if when someone is born strong in the force, we know they are true Sith?
But how?
He looked over his notes and thought some more.
Perhaps by tapping instinct..
And what is the most basic instinct common to all life no matter their choices in life?
Self Preservation.
The Jedi would call that selfish, Perrin smirked. But all life wants to life. Life is geared to be self perpetuating even if the person is a suicidal idiot with fodder for brains.
Self sacrifice is but a choice to fight the instinct to live. It yet one more choice.
So what if we fuse the instinct of self preservation with the use of the force through emotion?
The possibilities began to flood Perrin's mind.
The Jedi would be handicapped to convert any more Sith as they did with Gash Jiren or Xylon Hexyra. For the Jedi would be fighting the natural instinct of self preservation.
Even the most stalwart of Jedi would not throw their lives away needlessly. Even for the ulitmate sacrifice of their lives, the cause must be worthwhile.
Having the ranks of the Sith fill with true Sith, breathing the Sith way of life as if it was as natural breathing air. Necessary for the self continuation of life.
Out of hundreds of force users, mathematically, logically, there would be some who would move to preserve their life through the force without thought.
And that was the key.
Without conscious thought.
He stood up from his reading and left the room descending to an old training room. The same one where he had once fought Darth Zeta and his old training teacher.
In it were fifty men and women taken from those wretched creatures wanting to join the ranks of The Naboo Sith Order, all blindfolded.
And how appropriate for they are blind.
He left his lightsaber dangling and picked up a antiquated sword, recently sharpened and polished.
The fifty were bound in stockades that make them kneel and were lined in front of Perrin on either side.
He knew that some had very little force sensitivity and would not even have a chance in feeling, let along acting on Perrin's attack. But some perhaps did.
He scrapped the sword on the stone floor and began to feel something close to exhilaration.
Time to test the hypothesis.
He began to swing at the first victim's head, not caring if he struck skull, neck or body.
"My lord, Lord Lupercus has summoned the Sith to Council on Corellia."
The man did not look up from his books as he continued to write down things he felt were of worth.
"Lord?"
"I heard you, Serin." Perrin growled exasperated. "And I will not be attending the Council this time."
"My lord, Lupercus has..." So rattled was the servant that he forgot to add the TNSO leader's title.
"Done far well without my presence and will continue to do so." Perrin interupted. "The Councils are a waste of time. We simply gather to talk about how wonderful we are, how powerful we are and we all listen to Lupercus rant about the things he wants and then we all vote in agreement of him for none of us would ever think to cross our leader.
I think I shall make better use of my time here."
Perrin knew his servant was very frightened. No one ever wanted to be placed in a position against Lupercus Darksword and certainly, no one wanted to be associated (even if not by choice) to one who set themselves against Lupercus.
"What shall I tell..."
Perrin stopped his writing and looked up at his servant. "Tell them whatever you want." He grinned, "Be creative."
Let pandering to Lupercus servants be Serin's problem. I've more important things to think of.
And he did, for deep was his research into the conversion of Jedi. Actually, of the conversion of anyone proving themselves worthy.
And perhaps there is where we ultimately fail.
By having people prove themselves, we acknowledge that we recognize no one starts off as worthy.
In fact, in the beginning, none of us were worthy of a Sith calling.
And THAT was the main difference he could see with the Sith race of long ago and the Sith religion currently built on their memory.
Those of the Sith race were born worthy.
It was their one failing but not only to themselves. It was a failing that the Jedi Order had as well. For they too needed to prove themselves. And, of course, due to temptations placed in their way by Sith or experience, they too often failed.
When a Jedi failed to prove themselves, they end up usually in the Sith camp.
When a Sith fails to prove themselves, usually, (with the exception of Xylon Hexyra, Gash Jiren and perhaps Sith Ahnk), they end up dead.
The Sith triumph consists of having a hopeful member power their force-use through emotion. But always... always... always.... it has to be a personal choice of the force-user.
We wait for someone to choose to give into their emotions.
We taunt.
We incite.
But all in all, we become dependent on their 'choice'.
And we feel we've accomplished something great when they choose our way of thinking and living.
But the more Perrin read, the more he began to believe that there must be something more than this.
Why pander to choice?
Why dillute our blood by making it submit to whim?
When someone is found strong in the force, both Sith and Jedi march around them like harlots seeking service. Each waiting for that someone to make their decision.
And then Jedi and Sith fight once more.
What if...
What if when someone is born strong in the force, we know they are true Sith?
But how?
He looked over his notes and thought some more.
Perhaps by tapping instinct..
And what is the most basic instinct common to all life no matter their choices in life?
Self Preservation.
The Jedi would call that selfish, Perrin smirked. But all life wants to life. Life is geared to be self perpetuating even if the person is a suicidal idiot with fodder for brains.
Self sacrifice is but a choice to fight the instinct to live. It yet one more choice.
So what if we fuse the instinct of self preservation with the use of the force through emotion?
The possibilities began to flood Perrin's mind.
The Jedi would be handicapped to convert any more Sith as they did with Gash Jiren or Xylon Hexyra. For the Jedi would be fighting the natural instinct of self preservation.
Even the most stalwart of Jedi would not throw their lives away needlessly. Even for the ulitmate sacrifice of their lives, the cause must be worthwhile.
Having the ranks of the Sith fill with true Sith, breathing the Sith way of life as if it was as natural breathing air. Necessary for the self continuation of life.
Out of hundreds of force users, mathematically, logically, there would be some who would move to preserve their life through the force without thought.
And that was the key.
Without conscious thought.
He stood up from his reading and left the room descending to an old training room. The same one where he had once fought Darth Zeta and his old training teacher.
In it were fifty men and women taken from those wretched creatures wanting to join the ranks of The Naboo Sith Order, all blindfolded.
And how appropriate for they are blind.
He left his lightsaber dangling and picked up a antiquated sword, recently sharpened and polished.
The fifty were bound in stockades that make them kneel and were lined in front of Perrin on either side.
He knew that some had very little force sensitivity and would not even have a chance in feeling, let along acting on Perrin's attack. But some perhaps did.
He scrapped the sword on the stone floor and began to feel something close to exhilaration.
Time to test the hypothesis.
He began to swing at the first victim's head, not caring if he struck skull, neck or body.