Rebirth

[Kaane]

Deep within the swamps of Dagobah, a feral scream of anguish pierced the otherwise quiet shroud of mist.

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Look at you...reduced to nothing...you make me sick...

Shut up!

I'd feel sorry for you if you were any other person...bloody hell mate...you've let yourself go...

Stop!

So weak...

No!

Heh...you've got one hell of a thick skull...I've been talking to you for the past ruddy hour and you haven't even acknowledged my existence...damn...

You're a figment of my bloody imagination! Shut it!

Am I truly imagined, Hrassk? You forget how real your anger is...how powerful your misery grows by the passing second. It is high time you learned how to express it and wield the strength it can give you...at least in my 'humble' opinion...

Imaginary! Kriffing imaginary!

As your emotions are real, so am I. I only wish to aid you...but you are making this....just...so...superbly difficult...it's rather bloody frustrating dealing with you, being so uncooperative...

No help! Just go!

You need me Hrassk...You'll never be powerful enough to realize your goals if you can't even make peace with yourself...I thought you were wiser than that...

Just shut up dammit!

Hmmph...you know what, I'm done for now. I give up. Just sit there and let your brain rot until you're finally ready to acknowledge who you are...I've seen Sithspawn with more capacity for intelligent thought than you...

Leave me alone! I bloody hate you!

Alright...alright...enjoy yourself...I suppose...but I'll be back. Just think on my offer, at the very least. I can give you the world in the palm of your precious little claws...just let me in...

Get out of my krffing head!

Ha...such resolve...such a useless resolution to remain fixated on the so-called "Light..." your mother would've been proud mate, I'm sure of it...

..........

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Hrassk was strapped to a table, bandages wrapped around his torso, arms, and upper legs, with his hands encased in gloves that made movement of them impossible. Though his connection to the Force was too weak after the trauma he went through to be a threat, it didn't make him any less of a nuisance. He had been screaming, banging, and yelling incoherent strings of nonsense for the past hour or so, mostly shouting about his presumably missing parents or yelling at someone that didn't exist.

Any attempts to talk to the boy had so far failed. He seemed to be lost in his own world of anger and misery that not even the Force could pierce through. But after his long state of unconsciousness and hour of screaming, he suddenly grew quiet. His eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as he fell asleep once more.

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A few hours later, Hrassk opened his still untainted blue eyes and stared at his surroundings, craning his neck to see with a grunt. Every movement seemed to be painful, and he had completely forgotten why...some person...some man had hurt him...but where...how...and there was Anoth...and...

He shook his head. It didn't matter at the moment. He would let his past bother him later. The present was what mattered...and he had to figure out just where the hell he was and how to escape first of all. He looked around the bland room and tried to get up, finding himself held back by straps. He called on the Force to loosen them, but it seemed to have left him for now...he was too weak. He growled in frustration, yanking at the straps harder. But he was far from strong enough, and after a few minutes of pulling and grunting, he slammed his head back down on the table, yelling in anger. "I'll bloody kill whoever's done this! Get me outta here!" He kept trying and trying to no avail, and he eventually lost what little energy he had gained during his sleep and panted, already tired and aching all over.

But his anger was burning inside of him, and his vocal chords seemed to be working just fine.

With a long string of Dosh curse words, he started his yelling spree once more...at least this time, somewhat coherently. He demanded to see his captor, demanded food, demanded drink, demanded painkillers, demanded to know where he was, demanded to be let loose...he was busy demanding pretty much everything, and no one seemed to be listening at the moment. He yelled in frustration and pulled at the straps again before he finally gave up with a feral roar, snarling as he slowly relaxed. Hopefully someone would have at least heard that...he was desperate for anyone to come to him at this point. Even if to somehow strangle the visitor with his bare hands.

 

[Rector_Ras]

"Is this guy they brought in that damned annoying all the time? And from me! I didn't think I could get annoyed!"

Tobi was making his usual tours of the temple trying to keep himself from becoming bored but the yelling of this guy was starting to get tiring even for Tobi's standards. He seemed to be talking to someone but there couldn't be anybody in there. He would know he had peek inside just for a moment to see and saw only one man yelling at himself swearing in the plain room. It was on the forth round Tobi started thinking about what it was the guy was yelling about, he is jedi from what the reports said so why would a jedi be yelling in anger? Anger was forbidden from the jedi wasn't it?

It was most certainly time to find out. Walking into the 'brig' Tobi starting saying closer to a yell then talking "WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?! I AM TRIING TO FIND SOMTHING TO DO AROUND HERE AND YOU JUST KEEP YELLING! I WANT THIS, I WANT THAT PEOPLE HAVE LIFES YOU KNOW JEDI. WE ARNT HERE TO MKE SURE YOUR LITTLE GOODY TWO SHOES BELLY IS FULL! It was only then Tobi got a real good look at the man. He was beat up pretty bad whoever the one that got him in definitely didn't do it nicely. He seemed to be falling apart. Tears running down his face and anger filling the aura around him. So basically he looked like he needed a nice whack in the head with a nice big brown branch.

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk looked up and stopped snarling as a man, seemingly his captor...at least he assumed he was... entered the room. Though the Force wasn't with him and this man was apparently wearing a rather intricately detailed mask, he could tell just from his first word that he was angry. Of course, he had no idea how angry until he really got going...

He just stared, half in anger, half in amazement, at this immature brat yelling even louder than he was, talking about his boredom and berating his Jedi ways.......of all the people that he'd get stuck with in the middle of nowhere...it had to be this guy....

When he was just about finished, Hrassk replied softly, "Well...then....kind sir...if I may ask you, just out of courtesy....TO SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, TELL ME WHERE IN THIS KRIFFING GALAXY I AM, WHO YOU RUDDY THINK YOU ARE, AND TO RELEASE ME FROM THESE BLOODY STRAPS YOU FACELESS TWIT! AND IF YOU DON'T DO ALL FOUR OF THESE THINGS IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS, I WILL KRIFFING STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!" He snarled and snapped at the man, then grunting at the pain of even moving his jaw for too long...he felt like he'd been blown up and then put back together again, piece by piece...oh well, he'd learn what happened in time. For now, he had more pressing questions to answer. Such as the ones he so blatantly stated. At least Hrassk had a reason to be yelling...this guy...he was just...he could tell that he'd be getting on his nerves soon enough...

 

[Rector_Ras]

A reaction of anger? He couldn't be much more then a padawan if this is how he was reacting. Tobi knew he was going to whack this guy. No little spoiled jedi was going to speak to him that way and because the only thing he had with him was his glowing stick , which he would get in trouble for hitting him with, Tobi called on the force to gain speed as he ran back to his courters to fetch his wooden stick.

Luckily none of the other Bogan had been in his, because they would have surly stopped him to ask questions. At least some would. It had only taken about a minute to get from the holding room to his courters and back with the aid of the force. Upon entering Tobi didn't stop using the force and went straight for the man and whacked him on the top of the head with his new stick. "Bad Jedi!" He snapped before turning his back to the man and walked back to his former spot slowly. Looking back to wards the man he added in a colder voice then he had been speaking in before "Everyone has a face you twit. Now if you want to come at me I will cut you off that table and let you. It might be..." Pausing then more excitedly added "FUN!"

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk lifted his head up only to find that the annoying masked idiot had left him. Oh joy...he thought to himself as he silently laid his head back down again. Hopefully, he wouldn't return any time soon...if he knew what was good for him, anyways. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to calm down and bring back his connection to the Force, which had been unceremoniously severed somehow...he felt it there, but it just seemed to be...muffled, somehow. Was it some sort of weak Force Sever meant to keep him calm? Whatever it was, it wasn't supposed to be permanent at the very least...thank heavens for that...if he were to lose his connection with the Force completely, he'd probably go insane. Unless he was insane already...

WHAP! "Bad Jedi!"

"Oh that's it..." he snarled as he reflexively tried to grab the fool who just smacked him, only to be held back by the straps yet again. "Brave bloody kid, hitting someone while he's down! What's your hobby, kicking sleeping cats!?"

Still, he seemed to have more to say than just admonishing him over and over again. He tensed up, trying to break through the bonds as he listened to this dolt speak coldly, thankfully offering to let him off the table to attempt to attack him.

Hrassk relaxed and sighed again, looking at him with a tired, frustrated look in his eyes. He would have loved to beat this guy up just to keep him quiet, but the fatigue that came with screaming and yelling for hours on end was setting in quite rapidly. And despite his anger, he wasn't stupid enough to risk getting even more hurt than he already was. He might even know something important about his location or why he was here in the first place. "Bloody hell...fun..." he muttered. "You know what, if you let me off, I'll put my toys back in me pram long enough for you to explain why you're so kriffing annoying...and perhaps you can tell me why if you have a face you're so scared to show it. Did it get caught in a nuclear reactor meltdown or something?"

 

[Rector_Ras]

Not only is this 'jedi' angry he is going so low in insult my face? Tobi thought to himself as the man finished in wonder. Tobi knew there was no jedi that ever existed who actually stayed a jedi that acted like this. He is so open to anger and so open to insulting peoples faces it was almost disgusting. This man obviously needed to have fun even if he was a captured jedi who was supposed to sit in this room tied up until whoever was deciding his fate made his decision. "No one would mind if I played just a little...." He gulped and finished I hope"

Still standing in his spot Tobi looked at the man smiling. He couldn't see the smile under the mask but the ideas coming to mind were all so amusing. They were all so fun. He could play hot thermal detonator, Whack a moll, maybe practice his precision with his glowing stick. They were all such great ideas. Such great ideas he had to rite them down before he forgot so he took out the data pad from his robe and put in his many ideas to save for another time. This time it would be basic. Still fun but old fashioned and basic. This time he would let him out of his hold and practice his force usage on him. The goal of the game was to last longer then your opponent. The man had to not beg for mercy and Tobi would have to keep up his efforts as long as possible. Of Couse if the man was able to make Tobi stop He automatically won.

After explaining the rules of the game Tobi cut the rope that was keeping him to the table let out a small chuckle and let a bolt of lightning from his fingers to start the game.

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk growled at the man as he muttered something about playing to himself "I'm not in the mood for games right now, you little kriff. I have been screwed up beyond belief, and it'd be nice if someone could just show at least a tiny bit of sentient decency around here.... Hey...hey! Are you even listening to me!? Put the damned datapad down and stop acting like a bloody mental ward patient!"

He sighed, knowing it was no use dealing with idiots like these. There was only one word for people like the one in front of him...actually two: "Crazed idiots." He just let him go through whatever he was doing, getting more frustrated by the moment as he laid on the table in silence. At the very least he seemed like he was going to let him up, and then they could hopefully talk before he was subjected to whatever this strange person had in store for him.

He finally turned back to him, saying that they were going to be playing a game. He growled and almost started yelling at him again, but stopped and realized that perhaps this might be the only way to get through this man's thick, immature skull. He was in no position to negotiate...and if he won the game, he might finally win this guy's respect and some information too. Even though his respect'd probably be worth nothing otherwise...

He sat up slowly as the man finally released him, yelping as he fell to the ground on wobbly, shaky legs. He grunted and struggled as he finally got back on his feet, gasping as he felt the hardened scars and scabs on his body break and crunch painfully, some of them bleeding into his bandages. He could tell his rejuvenation was far from complete...his healer apparently had only enough time/energy to get him stable rather than aid him completely. He sighed...he was cared about a tiny bit at least, wherever he was.

"Now...about this...game," he began as he straightened out, "isn't there any-ARGH!"

He fell to the floor once more in a heap as he was struck with a weak blast of Force Lightning. He got up once again, his composure quickly leaving him under the intense pain, and shambled towards his assailant as fast as his wounded body would carry him. He gestured vaguely with his immobile hands in an attempt to push him until he remembered how badly his connection with the Force had been damaged. At the most it sent a cooling breeze towards the man's general direction.

He groaned and roared as he continued his broken gait towards the man, his anger at himself and at his attacker at a critical boiling point, barely capable of coherent thought; he could still take him, Force or no Force...he'd get him to stop playing these dumb games soon enough.

 

[Rector_Ras]

Far to easy. This game was way to easy. This guy couldent even move, and the breeze he had sent was pitiful. Even if it was meant to be a small breeze. "Thanks for the uh nice wind there buddy! Though I have a mask on so it really wasn't as refreshing as you meant it to be."

The lightning seemed to get to him. The pain fueling his anger, the exact opposite of what the jedi was supposed to do. It was only at that point the game changed. It wasn't just a game anymore. This guy wasn't going back to the jedi. This one would become Bogan! As a Bogan he might thrive, as a Bogan he could even get a chance to one day whack Tobi back but this was just to make him as angry as possible starting now.

As the man waddled over Tobi smiled inside his mask, just after he did he moved forward a step and pushed off the ground with one foot flipping over the man letting his head fly only inches above the broken jedi while letting out a small giggle. Landing on the other side Tobi Spoke "Uh Im over here man. You can see right? He would let him turn around and then flick a very small bolt of lighting towards him before turning his back on the jedi waiting for him to do something drastic. At least Tobi assumed it would be something drastic.

 

[Kaane]

He was literally shaking with anger at this point. This was all too much for him to take.

Hrassk growled as he used his anger to shove his bodily pain aside, pushing his limits and giving him more movement at the cost of ruining what healing his skin was undergoing. Not that he cared; the only thing that was on his tortured mind was ripping this man's throat out. "I'm not your buddy you insignificant prick!" he yelled as he lunged at him, only to have him jump right over his head and land behind him, the Trandoshan hitting the floor as he lost his balance from his recklessness.

"Uh I'm over here man. You can see right?"

He grunted as he slowly got his legs back under him, snarling "I'm gonna bloody end you..." under his breath as he turned around, only to be hit with another spark of Force Lightning. This time his body was somewhat prepared for the shock, which had already been seemingly lessened in power than before, remaining on his feet and shuddering as his muscles twitched from the stimulation. But within moments he had completely shrugged it off, walking towards him with pure malice burning in his eyes.

He began to feel the Force somehow slowly returning as his emotions grew ever more wild and unhampered; his earlier weakness had stemmed from his lack of positive emotion and peace; his attempts to access the Light Side as he had done earlier, providing that "breeze" for his tormentor, were fruitless. But the Dark Side was coming to his aid now, as it had done on Anoth. Of course, he realized none of this going on underneath his bloodlust, but as his strength began to return it was safe to say he was almost enjoying it. Despite his body being a wreck he was becoming stronger than he ever had been before.

"I hate you Sith...you ruined everything...everything!" he roared, associating his attacker's cruelness with his sworn enemies instinctively. He made a gesture with his hand, initiating a Force Pull that would obviously feel quite a bit stronger to its target, aiming to bring this masked imbecile within range of his sharp claws and fangs. Even if the Pull's strength was negligible, he was still advancing, slowly but surely. His tongue flicked forth as he tasted the air, a feral habit he had once conquered that resurfaced as his inhibitions lowered completely. He held his left arm back, prepared to make a lovely gash in this fool's stomach before they ended this little game once and for all.

 

[Rector_Ras]

It was done faster then Tobi had thought it ever could happen. "HA, my skills are just that good." He though as the trandoshan shrugged off his last bolt of lightning. His 'opponent' was obviously being reckless. His body couldn't be at the point of fighting like this again, he would be sitting in here for a long while after this. At least he would be if he ever wanted to come close to a full heal.

Feeling the force gathering into the opponent the amusement within Tobi died down, if he was going to start using the force as well then he might actually be n guard. Although the fact he was able to use it now meant he had to open to the dark side whether he knew it or not. When the pull came everything got serious. A close hand to hand or Claw to saber fight would surly end with Tobi's loss. His saber skills were just not very good at all. He had to talk his way out of this or make sure his distance was kept.

And so fighting the pull using the force to plant him in place he talked amused although he was not "HAHA! Look at that I got your force ability's back! Now look at yourself Jedi. Angry and on a bloodlust. What kind of Jedi are you? Did they have to lower standards so low as to accept you? HA! serves the fools right. You obviously like the Dark Side and you know it. Come on look at yourself using it right now we both know you are, you would never have gotten this damned pull out if you weren't. Oh and About that would you just STOP IT! Its tiring to keep my position." It was true. Keeping his place was tiring and holding it for to long would have him drained, and the advancement of the man was nerve racking as well. If he got much closer Tobi might have to use his incredible speed to get out of here or at least put distance between them again.

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk growled lower and louder as this idiot decided to open his mouth again, insulting both him and his beloved Order all at once. As soon as he managed to get within range...he'd shut him up for good...

But then he mentioned something that made him stop momentarily in his tracks and release his Force Pull somewhat. Though he was ready to engage it again if he tried to run, he simply had to stop when he heard it.

"You obviously like the Dark Side and you know it." He shuddered as the words rang in his mind. It was true; without the interference of the girl he needed to protect on Anoth; without any true motivation other than to kill this man before him; he loved it. He didn't even know how he still managed to care that he was losing himself to it. It felt amazing to feel more empowered than he ever had in his life. And finally, he'd triumph over an enemy after being beaten to a pulp countless times. Even if said enemy was an unsatisfying little prick...

Killing him's too easy mate...

What...you!

C'mon, you really thought I left? You're dumb as all hell...besides, I'm only here to help.

Nnngh....get out.

Quit being so sensitive...hear me out, and then I'll leave.

...

You need information about where you are if you ever want a chance of getting free. Interrogate him. Torture him. Bring him all the pain he gave you tenfold! Redeem your honor! And then...once he realizes your true power...kill him.

......you have a point.

I always have a bloody point. Without my help you'd probably be cowering on the floor screaming in agony right now.

Just shut it and get out.

Alright alright! But I promise you...after a few more days, you won't want to get rid of me.

...

It was then that he realized that he had just gone through an entire conversation not only in his mind, but out loud, with a voice in his head. Though he had yet to understand just really who this person was...he was understandably a little offset. But, whatever this voice was, it was giving him damned good advice. He walked closer to the man, empowering his Force Pull more and looking him dead in the eyes with a sadistic smile.

"What you have to realize is I really don't care how tired you are...I'm this close to just murdering you mate. But I want something from you. Something that you can give me if you'll just shut your kriffing mouth for five seconds and let your brain do the thinking for once. Tell me where I am, how I got here, and what you want from me, and I'll consider not ripping your organs out one by one. And don't even think about shocking me again mate...I've had a REALLY bad day..."

 

[Rector_Ras]

"HMMMMMM and Im the crazy idiot here..." would be the first words out of his mouth after the rant he had with himself. The threat wasn't as scary as he seemed to think it was. The pull was nearly not there and a quick bust of force speed would have him gone before he knew what happened. The questions were answerable though, just not straight like he wanted them. That would be no fun at all.

"OK OK OK! Your in a temple, you know bug things that the jedi and sith both use. Though we arnt jedi or sith so DONT CALL ME SITH AGAIN IM NOT SITH DO I LOOK LIKE SITH? NO I DONT AND IF YOUR FANCY BRAIN WORKED YOU WOULD HAVE NOTICED!"

Pausing and letting the smirk on his face come back he continued but honestly and not so secretive.

"I assume someone carried you in here and I want you to see what you are now. Your no jedi we both know it. You know now im no sith and obviously no jedi so ask what am I? Better what are you? we are both the same thing now. two questions one answer brilliant is it not?"

He would ponder on his words before reacting if his past behavior was anything to judge from. It was right now he would decide if Tobi was moving on the run or if he would turn today. Of course if he had to go on the run he would be getting more Bogan to tie him back up and turn him tomorrow. Even if some how Tobi did get killed here the Bogan would never let him go. He would be stopped and seeing his anger they would turn him with their methods. It was a win for the Bogan. The questions where, How soon and did they get to keep the masked man?

 

[Kaane]

As the man enraged him further by continuing his sarcastic but otherwise humorous tyrade, Hrassk put more power behind his Force Pull as he reached his hand out to put him in a chokehold against a wall...until he was reminded that his hands were...encased in some sort of cast. Dammit. And he was going to enjoy choking the life out of this sarcastic little prick too. He settled for getting as close to him as possible and snarling in his face, forcing his tone to become eerily calm. "You think I'm really angry right now? Just keep talking mate. See what happens." Still, he was genuinely intrigued to hear that he wasn't a Sith...though he had a hard time believing it, he could tell that it was at least somewhat honest. But who the hell used the Dark Side other than the Sith? He'd heard vague rumors about various groups of Force Sensitives, some true, others false, as a Jedi...but he had no idea which one this man belonged to still. He would entertain him for the moment; but he was already considering the possibility of tearing his neck out with nothing more than his fang-filled maw.

His eyes narrowed as he continued to talk, but realized that he was being straight with him finally. Engaging him once more by hitting him where it hurt...telling him he wasn't a Jedi anymore. Despite it being obviously true...that was one thing Hrassk refused to believe. He wanted what the Jedi wanted for the world...deep inside him, buried underneath the anger he was feeling right now, he truly did. But after falling to the Dark Side not once but twice in a row, he couldn't help but doubt himself.

His gaze had visibly softened and his Force grip had relaxed as his doubt, worry, and sadness plagued him again...but as he snapped too he reminded himself of what he needed to know. After the man's last question, he finally believed he was at some sort of a breakthrough with this guy. "Fine," he said, "I'll humor you. Tell me what the bloody hell we are according to your own "fancy brain.""

 

[Rector_Ras]

"You just wrecked my joke! How could you!" It would only be a moment before Tobi had a stick pulled out from his robes to slam it across this guys body. He would quickly put it back and pretended it had never happened.

"I am a jedi! Wait no im not neither of us are jedi! HAHA! I am Dark jedi! Well We are Dark jedi, we as in the people who are here with me. But you would be now to I guess... No jedi does the things you just did... Now that's all you get to know for now. We cant have you knowing what planet your on and going to tell people where we are now can you? Wait no WE now can we? What you can know is that we are looking for force sensitives to join us. If you want I can put a word in and see what we can do with you, although your pretty useless like this. You couldn't even catch a blind gizka right now.

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk snarled louder as he let the stick hit him. Having learned quickly about this guy's randomness and eagerness to piss him off, he practically expected it, and he could have blocked it if he really wanted to. But he just stood his ground instead, remaining absolutely silent save for his growl. He just stared into the man's eyes, knowing the look in his deranged eyes would be enough to communicate how he was feeling. Eventually, before the masked man began to speak again, he added "Don't waste my time. I'm not in the kriffing mood."

He gave what was left of his patience to enduring yet another one of this man's incoherent ramblings, cutting down the complexity of what he said to a simple point. He was in the custody of Dark Jedi...at the very least he knew that. And the reason he continued to insist that Hrassk was no longer a Jedi...was that he wanted him to join up with whatever group he was a part of. He couldn't believe the audacity of this guy...

"Hmmph...never say I'm not a Jedi again...I still am, whether you believe it or not..." He almost cried as he said those words. Every time this man said he wasn't a Jedi anymore...it hurt somewhere where he couldn't protect himself. He'd found his weak point, and he just kept using and using it over and over...and the pain of knowing that every word he spoke concerning that was true never faded. It was almost unfair...and it made him desperate for the taste of this man's blood...but somehow he managed to keep himself from killing him just to shut him up.

But he was curious about one thing. It was obvious that this guy was totally psychopathic and irrational...but he had to know nonetheless.

"You say you want to help me become a part of your...organization...or whatever...well...after I've got beaten to a pulp by one of your members...and after you come waltzing in here like you're some kind of god, wrecking my body even more...what the hell makes you think that I'd ever join you people!? Seriously...give me a kriffing straight answer about this mate... Because I literally can't comprehend what's going on up in that empty skull of yours. Help me out for once. Hell," he said, adding it more sarcastically than anything, "if you can give me one good bloody reason why I should give up everything I know as a Jedi to join you, after all the kriff you put me through, I'm sold."

 

[Rector_Ras]

The answer this man wanted was a simple one and for the first time Tobi would answer in honesty

"Because you have already given up everything you knew as a jedi... Your one of us whether you take the title or not."

 

[Kaane]

Hrassk backed away slightly as he spoke those words and teared up, as though he'd been shot. After saying it for the third or fourth time...this man's message finally seemed to get through after he said it enough.

"It's not true dammit!" He yelled as he attempted to claw him even with his hands in casts, only to feel searing pain shoot up his arm as he ripped a healing tendon from moving too fast. He yelped in pain and sat back down on the bed, clutching his arm pitifully as he looked up at the man through teary eyes, this one enemy who he couldn't even hurt with his broken body...his weakness...one of his most hated foes...weakness...it had held him back once more.

It was at that moment that he realized that the man was right...he wasn't a Jedi anymore. Not because he had given up their goals of peace and harmony...but because he was simply too frail with the Light to uphold those honored tenets of Jedi philosophy. He wasn't strong enough...he never was.

"Amazing...he's finally said something that makes sense! As much as I hate admitting this to you mate...he's right...hehe..."

"...."

As he finished crying he wiped his tears away and forced himself to regain some sort of semblance of dignity as he looked the masked man in the eyes once more. "You're...you're right...I'm not a Jedi...and I dont' think I'll ever become one again...but one thing's for sure. I'll never be a cruel, sodding bastard like you are."