Vega Van Derveld
May 9th, 2001, 12:00:39 PM
Forks in the road. Forks in the path of life. Every journey that one makes has alternative routes which will, eventually, draw to the same conclusion. Or is it so? Does an unseen force command that we reach a certain point at a certain point in time? Or are we the ones that are determined to make our way to the end of the line. 'The end of the line' ... makes it sound like Death.
The idea itself that every tiny choice that you, or anyone else for that matter, make will result in the changing of the state of millions of people is something quite astounding. An example would be the death of one ant. This would affect the colony growth, and would go onto affect the predators in the areas growth. You could wipe out the universe by killing an ant. And that, indeed, was a tempting offer.
But what to do with the power when no one exsists to over-rule it? Is it not true that good cannot exsist without evil, and obviously vica versa. To be true to facts, if the Jedi accomplished their task of defeating the Sith, what would they do? The peace would not need defending and the glory of vanquishing the enemy would soon get to them, cursing their minds with a dilusional thought of power now being theirs.
What do you do when you have no one but kin left to contend with?
When all Jedi, all innocence, all good and truth in the universe are gone.. then what becomes of the quest for power? It is completed. Yet this quest is not one in a holo-movie, one that ends as the credits roll into view leaving its audience with a satisfied feeling. When trials and quests are completed in reality, there must be another quest put into place to fill the void. With no what but Sith for the Sith to contend with, will the bickering turn into full-blown fighting?
If only one could be sure.
***
A crisp wind swept the heavy droplets of evening rain into the Siths eyes. He squinted as they trickled down his face like tears, rolling down to his chin then dropping to the ground or to impact with his clothes as he moved forward. The matted blondes spikes of hair normally adorning his head now pressed themselves against his temples, glued down by the drizzle. All of his attire was damp, if not soaked by the down-pour and he could feel the cold through to his bones.
He was confused. His primary drive to aid in the expansion and power of the Empire seemed as though it was fading away. He felt no completeness with his brethren as almost all who meant something to him had departed. Not only those who he felt kinship, but also comrades whos power added to the Empires significantly had long gone, taking permanent leave. Things seemed to be slowly grinding to a halt, and as they did, the cogs of Vegas mind worked on a solution. A solution to an unsolvable equation.
People + Power = War
War + People = Death
He ran theories through his mind for what seemed like hours as he walked, thinking them over time and time again. It didn't even cross his mind where he was headed, he just kept walking, eyes looking to the ground.
What am I here for? The Empire.
What do I do for the Empire? You challenge Jedi and injure them seriously, to near death status.
Anything else? The option of anything more than this has never roused itself.
Are you content? My vocation is the aiding of the Empire.
He paused in mid step. He hadn't stop at all until now.
Why?
The idea itself that every tiny choice that you, or anyone else for that matter, make will result in the changing of the state of millions of people is something quite astounding. An example would be the death of one ant. This would affect the colony growth, and would go onto affect the predators in the areas growth. You could wipe out the universe by killing an ant. And that, indeed, was a tempting offer.
But what to do with the power when no one exsists to over-rule it? Is it not true that good cannot exsist without evil, and obviously vica versa. To be true to facts, if the Jedi accomplished their task of defeating the Sith, what would they do? The peace would not need defending and the glory of vanquishing the enemy would soon get to them, cursing their minds with a dilusional thought of power now being theirs.
What do you do when you have no one but kin left to contend with?
When all Jedi, all innocence, all good and truth in the universe are gone.. then what becomes of the quest for power? It is completed. Yet this quest is not one in a holo-movie, one that ends as the credits roll into view leaving its audience with a satisfied feeling. When trials and quests are completed in reality, there must be another quest put into place to fill the void. With no what but Sith for the Sith to contend with, will the bickering turn into full-blown fighting?
If only one could be sure.
***
A crisp wind swept the heavy droplets of evening rain into the Siths eyes. He squinted as they trickled down his face like tears, rolling down to his chin then dropping to the ground or to impact with his clothes as he moved forward. The matted blondes spikes of hair normally adorning his head now pressed themselves against his temples, glued down by the drizzle. All of his attire was damp, if not soaked by the down-pour and he could feel the cold through to his bones.
He was confused. His primary drive to aid in the expansion and power of the Empire seemed as though it was fading away. He felt no completeness with his brethren as almost all who meant something to him had departed. Not only those who he felt kinship, but also comrades whos power added to the Empires significantly had long gone, taking permanent leave. Things seemed to be slowly grinding to a halt, and as they did, the cogs of Vegas mind worked on a solution. A solution to an unsolvable equation.
People + Power = War
War + People = Death
He ran theories through his mind for what seemed like hours as he walked, thinking them over time and time again. It didn't even cross his mind where he was headed, he just kept walking, eyes looking to the ground.
What am I here for? The Empire.
What do I do for the Empire? You challenge Jedi and injure them seriously, to near death status.
Anything else? The option of anything more than this has never roused itself.
Are you content? My vocation is the aiding of the Empire.
He paused in mid step. He hadn't stop at all until now.
Why?