RavenDaas
Vylinius of Varathia
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Prologue: THE GIRL
The room, which otherwise should have been pitched to darkness, screamed into a shower of light and awe as the two sabers met, each holo-projected pixel chosen with a degree of care that the girl nearly yelped. It was perfect. The twist of their bodies, the symmetry of their movements to one another, each clash of their weapons louder than the last until she had to turn it down in fear of her caretakers taking the projector away.
It was a crime, having to deafen herself to the beautiful noise of it. This episode was the climax of three seasons of buildup to the reveal of the dreadful Jedi and the Sith that would destroy him, and the artists behind it had left nothing to the imagination. Even their sweat began to bubble and burst as it grew closer to their weapons, and if she leaned close enough herself...
Was it real? Did she really feel the warmth of their weapons? That most majestic of blade?
Four minutes. It takes four minutes from beginning to end for the Sith, Darth Marr himself, to finally bring their great enemy to their knees, a wound dragged across their hip that could not go unattended for long, even for one as powerful as they.
They would have cheered, bouncing on their bed, if not for the words that came next.
"Too long."
Watcher and Jedi alike look up in sudden silence, confused as to why the Republic's champion is still alive.
"You have spent too long on your knees, as so many of you have. So many of us. An entire galaxy. Why? Why, why?"
Marr rarely spoke, even this pretend version of him. She held her breath, watching, their single eye wide.
"Apathy. The acceptance of what has been must be. Even the act of caring about your own existence is a challenge we all must face. Hated enemy - I believe you care. Kneel no longer. Help me destroy the cynical of the old. Please."
Silence. No music plays. The girl stares, nearly crushing the holoprojector in her hands, and can only bite her lip as the Jedi recovers before she does, watching Marr with disbelief as they stand - and releasing a choking breath when the Sith embraces him, cutting the feed in an instant with one final word.
"Brother."
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Hi.
I'm looking for a GM interested in a story set within the universe of the Old Republic centered on a slave who will embark on a journey very loosely inspired by the Warrior class storyline. I don't care about canon and welcome the introduction of any and all OCs and original storylines.
Topics for this story in the form of keynotes are 'Sith Power Rangers,' misinformation, the True Sith being horrifying, fascism, horror with levity, true love and compassion in strange places, the effects of propaganda, and cool action scenes. middle-aged characters being able to go on adventures too (inspired by Yakuza.)
And, yes, our main lead watches cartoons where Sith were portrayed as Power Rangers via imperial propaganda. This has an arguably adverse effect on her as an adult.
Lore ahderency is whatever. Fandom RPing should is a convenience for me.
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