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There was much to like about the Sith.
They were efficient. Sith promoted the best way to advance the evolution of Sentients. They could throw a hell of a bender, if they felt like it. They knew far more about ancient knowledge and were going to change the galaxy with it.
But there was a lot not to love.
Kyle didn't appreciate the cult-like tendencies. The focus on authority rubbed the youth in a particular way, but it was still way better than the stuff he heard about Jedi. They would rather keep knowledge from the masses and act like they were better for it.
The stabbing also didn't help.
Kyle was smart enough to keep his head low, and on his shoulders. The bigger, badder, toughies sliced their way to the top. Kyle merely provided these battle-worn soldiers with a bit of honest foresight. It seemed to keep the scales in favor on preserving his life. Kyle was a honest man, and that seemed to preserve some form of respect for him.
But it was the weird way the Force seemed to scratch at his brain that the Sith valued. He had talent with visions, and they knew it. Kyle's hunches about where to find the next apprentice worked. But the Sith didn't seem to know what to do with the lad and his odd mannerisms. Kyle always offered respect, in his own way. Never catty, but overly casual.
But when Kyle got a request to meet with one of his seniors, he got a weird sensation flutter in his stomach. Why was that? He had spoken with those higher than him before and it never caused that sensation. Something was up. He couldn't figure out why. Jeez, why couldn't he just make the visions turn on when it was useful?
Maybe it was someone enlisting him to fight as cannon fodder. Or he messed up a vision for the first time and was going to have to pay the price. It certainly wasn't to invite him to lunch. Sith didn't do lunch, right?
He had put on the sithiest clothing he could find, and it fit him like a harness on a Nexu. It was typical regalia, but entirely unnatural. Still, an effort to look the part might save his skin if things went sour.
He gulped as he felt the dark presence walk close to him.
@Topher
They were efficient. Sith promoted the best way to advance the evolution of Sentients. They could throw a hell of a bender, if they felt like it. They knew far more about ancient knowledge and were going to change the galaxy with it.
But there was a lot not to love.
Kyle didn't appreciate the cult-like tendencies. The focus on authority rubbed the youth in a particular way, but it was still way better than the stuff he heard about Jedi. They would rather keep knowledge from the masses and act like they were better for it.
The stabbing also didn't help.
Kyle was smart enough to keep his head low, and on his shoulders. The bigger, badder, toughies sliced their way to the top. Kyle merely provided these battle-worn soldiers with a bit of honest foresight. It seemed to keep the scales in favor on preserving his life. Kyle was a honest man, and that seemed to preserve some form of respect for him.
But it was the weird way the Force seemed to scratch at his brain that the Sith valued. He had talent with visions, and they knew it. Kyle's hunches about where to find the next apprentice worked. But the Sith didn't seem to know what to do with the lad and his odd mannerisms. Kyle always offered respect, in his own way. Never catty, but overly casual.
But when Kyle got a request to meet with one of his seniors, he got a weird sensation flutter in his stomach. Why was that? He had spoken with those higher than him before and it never caused that sensation. Something was up. He couldn't figure out why. Jeez, why couldn't he just make the visions turn on when it was useful?
Maybe it was someone enlisting him to fight as cannon fodder. Or he messed up a vision for the first time and was going to have to pay the price. It certainly wasn't to invite him to lunch. Sith didn't do lunch, right?
He had put on the sithiest clothing he could find, and it fit him like a harness on a Nexu. It was typical regalia, but entirely unnatural. Still, an effort to look the part might save his skin if things went sour.
He gulped as he felt the dark presence walk close to him.
@Topher