Stedon Ruslip
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- Nov 29, 2019
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<[Vandyne City, Vandyne System, Outer Rim, Evening]>
Stedon had a fondness for museums. They were quiet, contemplative, and most importantly: a source of knowledge. The industrial cityscape was framed precisely in the vaulted windows overlooking the evening horizon. The architects that had designed the Vandyne Museum of Modern History were good at their job. They intentionally faced the windows away from the various war scars dotting the landscape, opting for a scene of serenity for the museum floor. ”…and that is a summary of the collapse of the Sith Empire, more can be found in our upcoming holonet series on recent history.” Stedon sighed at the conclusion, how quickly the recently freed resign unfortunate events to “history” despite the conductors of their trials still existing mere systems away and a different-but-equal threat looming in their doorway.
The lesson was clearly not learned, and they will be punished for it one day. Stedon mused.
The museum was recently constructed, likely as a memorial of sorts to the fall of an Empire that had lasted centuries, through dark times, as well as the prosperity it occasionally granted. Perhaps it originally was intended as some sort of Sith propaganda ploy, given the severe and sterile design plus the speed it was established with. The smooth reflective tiles gave the impression of floating in a galaxy of stars, pedestals studding the room among benches and tastefully positioned walls holding various artifacts, guiding the visitors through the history of the Galaxy. Or into alcoves with holographic documentaries playing on loop like the one he occupied. It was rather disappointing, nothing particularly new or insightful, but Stedon appreciated at least observing commonalities between historical records. Much less… biased… from the ones preached on Korriban or closer to the Core at any rate.
”The Old Republic and its Jedi allies, weakened by the hundred-years…” the holoprojector began again, humming to life before the cloaked figure sitting at a bench, replaying the same scenes of chaos and destruction not too dissimilar from recent history. However pointless the exercise, perhaps this time the scenes or historian speaking would reveal some new insight Stedon had missed before. He locked his scarred fingers together, resting the plain white mask hidden beneath his grey travelers’ cloak on them, focusing again. The glowing images reflecting off his eyes and illuminating the hints of severe scarring hidden beneath. More disappointing than the gnawing sense of wasted time was the lack of other visitors. Did no one care? Or perhaps they were like many of his brethren, obsessed with the esoteric and exotic while ignoring the mundane. It was little wonder the Galaxy willingly chose to trade one form of aimless misery for another. It angered Stedon, and being alone, he didn’t bother suppressing his feelings. It helped him focus, and what are the chances of his supposed enemies showing up at a museum in the Outer Rim? They were equally guilty of ignoring the obvious.
Although… that would be more interesting… Stedon thought, stretching out his legs and tapping his grimy civilian workshoes on the floor so they slid back into place. Besides, his getup was more likely to have someone concerned he was a common beggar or mauled veteran… wouldn’t be far off the mark. Save for the twisted metal cylinder hidden beneath.
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