Hera did not watch Leon with her eyes as the young man fought, instead, she affixed the other Deucalian captain with a dark stare. While the duel raged on, Brutus Hell-Borne initially held a cheeky smirk across his face. It faded quickly as Leon began to dominate the field. All the while Hera simply stared Brutus down. Finally, the fight was over, and the other challenger had been irreparably damaged.
'Dire-Hard' shouted the winner, "Jedi Warrior, Leon, has claimed honorable victory!" A chorus of cheers and roars, "As such! Hera Albion's truth is now law! We's takin' these ships, our ships, and ourselves to become one with the First Mercenary Defense Enclave! Everybody start packin' ya shit! We's be leavin' at next dawnlight!" Fewer cheers, more groans, but the law of iron had been declared. If Leon, at this moment, shouted 'the sea is purple!' then that would be a new truth until someone 'corrected' him.
Hera did not immediately beckon Leon to her, though she would not stop him from coming near. Approaching Captain Brutus, she remarked, "Your boy will be outfitted with cybernetics-" Brutus affixed her with a sharp scowl, "He damn well better." "I'm not sorry," Hera retorted, "You chose this outcome, but now you have a chance to put some good into the galaxy. Don't squander it, or I will come for you."
Ymir himself, being assisted to his feet by his comrades, shouted out, "Next time Jee-dai! I'll have you next time!" Before laughing heartily. His face, deathly white, seemed to betray the danger of passing out at any second. But this Deuclaian would never pass up the chance to goad an opponent into a future bout. He held no grudge against Leon, the Law had been declared, and Leon had chosen to spare Ymir's life. It was just as good as a win in his mind.
At that point, Hera would beckon Leon to come along with her. She could sense the emotions roiling around inside him and she would speak to him as the pair moved away from the 'former' pirates. "Should we have just killed them?" Hera would ask, a strange twinge of darkness boiling through the woman's emotions. Hera's emotions would be overtly obvious to Leon through the Force, she was utterly enraged.
The anger swirled around her like a dark power, until the words "Breathe Hera, breathe." Escaped the councilor's lips. In an instant, the darkness faded, and a gentle, happy feeling washed over Hera. Smiling softly, she continued speaking as if nothing had happened, "The galaxy, as much as I wish it was just black and white, isn't. It's a thousand shades of grey, and approaching every situation as 'a Jedi should' with self-righteousness and holier-than-thou attitudes won't help anyone."
"You enacted violence today, we both did, but what were our intentions behind it? Did we do it for fun? Because we wanted to see blood spilled? We have given hundreds of mercenaries a chance at a new life, a chance no one else would've given them. Some will squander it and go right back to their old ways, but some will use it to help the galaxy. Should we have condemned them all for the choices of a few?"
That last bit was a genuine question, and Hera waited to hear Leon's answer.
'Dire-Hard' shouted the winner, "Jedi Warrior, Leon, has claimed honorable victory!" A chorus of cheers and roars, "As such! Hera Albion's truth is now law! We's takin' these ships, our ships, and ourselves to become one with the First Mercenary Defense Enclave! Everybody start packin' ya shit! We's be leavin' at next dawnlight!" Fewer cheers, more groans, but the law of iron had been declared. If Leon, at this moment, shouted 'the sea is purple!' then that would be a new truth until someone 'corrected' him.
Hera did not immediately beckon Leon to her, though she would not stop him from coming near. Approaching Captain Brutus, she remarked, "Your boy will be outfitted with cybernetics-" Brutus affixed her with a sharp scowl, "He damn well better." "I'm not sorry," Hera retorted, "You chose this outcome, but now you have a chance to put some good into the galaxy. Don't squander it, or I will come for you."
Ymir himself, being assisted to his feet by his comrades, shouted out, "Next time Jee-dai! I'll have you next time!" Before laughing heartily. His face, deathly white, seemed to betray the danger of passing out at any second. But this Deuclaian would never pass up the chance to goad an opponent into a future bout. He held no grudge against Leon, the Law had been declared, and Leon had chosen to spare Ymir's life. It was just as good as a win in his mind.
At that point, Hera would beckon Leon to come along with her. She could sense the emotions roiling around inside him and she would speak to him as the pair moved away from the 'former' pirates. "Should we have just killed them?" Hera would ask, a strange twinge of darkness boiling through the woman's emotions. Hera's emotions would be overtly obvious to Leon through the Force, she was utterly enraged.
The anger swirled around her like a dark power, until the words "Breathe Hera, breathe." Escaped the councilor's lips. In an instant, the darkness faded, and a gentle, happy feeling washed over Hera. Smiling softly, she continued speaking as if nothing had happened, "The galaxy, as much as I wish it was just black and white, isn't. It's a thousand shades of grey, and approaching every situation as 'a Jedi should' with self-righteousness and holier-than-thou attitudes won't help anyone."
"You enacted violence today, we both did, but what were our intentions behind it? Did we do it for fun? Because we wanted to see blood spilled? We have given hundreds of mercenaries a chance at a new life, a chance no one else would've given them. Some will squander it and go right back to their old ways, but some will use it to help the galaxy. Should we have condemned them all for the choices of a few?"
That last bit was a genuine question, and Hera waited to hear Leon's answer.
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