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"All of you are game pieces; pawns in some cosmic children's game... And for all the bravado in your sinister touts of your power," he eyed the Sith, "And all the gusto in your declarations of good intent," he eyed the Jedi, "You're recycled pieces, played countless times by the-- what do you call it? The Force? The Force. Yet you keep fighting because...
"Those are the rules."
A hearty laugh escaped his mouth. "You, you Zabrak philosopher, you have pinned the tail on the Bantha!" He continued laughing. "You're certainly right. Let me set a few things straight, now that Mr. Matukai stopped talking. I'm older than everyone in this room put together, mind you, so I know my fair share of shit. See, Sauce, there are three types of Force-sensitives. The Sith, the Jedi, and the neutral. Neutrals tend to not be in any faction and tend to train alone. The Jedi are a bunch of barmy cowards who enjoy nothing more than training and never putting those skills into practice. They want peace, but here is where they contradict with the Sith. As the Sith code states, 'there is no peace, only passion.' For years, both factions fought, and it is true that they weren't the only ones who started wars. Aditionally, Jedi sympathizers are no better than Jedi" he cast a burning glare at the Matukai. "Now, you have three possible options, Sauce. Number one: stay and help the Jedi scum, that's you two, by the way," he waved at the redhead and her overly-enthusiastic friend,"That would be a rather bad idea. Number two, you can stay and help me fight the Jedi, or number three: you can leave." He smiled at the Zabrak.
"As for you two, I suggest you watch your mouth on what you say about the Empire and Sith. You are, after all, in Sith space. And using a damned Wan-shen is a bad idea when your opponent has a lightsaber." Anger boiled in the Sith, and he ripped off his glasses. His naturally red eyes brightened, and turned into a golden yellow, a sign that the dark side was flowing through him. A feeling of power ran through his body. The Anzat loved this feeling.
"Those are the rules."
A hearty laugh escaped his mouth. "You, you Zabrak philosopher, you have pinned the tail on the Bantha!" He continued laughing. "You're certainly right. Let me set a few things straight, now that Mr. Matukai stopped talking. I'm older than everyone in this room put together, mind you, so I know my fair share of shit. See, Sauce, there are three types of Force-sensitives. The Sith, the Jedi, and the neutral. Neutrals tend to not be in any faction and tend to train alone. The Jedi are a bunch of barmy cowards who enjoy nothing more than training and never putting those skills into practice. They want peace, but here is where they contradict with the Sith. As the Sith code states, 'there is no peace, only passion.' For years, both factions fought, and it is true that they weren't the only ones who started wars. Aditionally, Jedi sympathizers are no better than Jedi" he cast a burning glare at the Matukai. "Now, you have three possible options, Sauce. Number one: stay and help the Jedi scum, that's you two, by the way," he waved at the redhead and her overly-enthusiastic friend,"That would be a rather bad idea. Number two, you can stay and help me fight the Jedi, or number three: you can leave." He smiled at the Zabrak.
"As for you two, I suggest you watch your mouth on what you say about the Empire and Sith. You are, after all, in Sith space. And using a damned Wan-shen is a bad idea when your opponent has a lightsaber." Anger boiled in the Sith, and he ripped off his glasses. His naturally red eyes brightened, and turned into a golden yellow, a sign that the dark side was flowing through him. A feeling of power ran through his body. The Anzat loved this feeling.