TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[sfoils]

[ That's a Jedi trick if he's ever seen one. Guards don't part with their weaponry willingly.

All this revelry and the strangeness of their current state dulled Wedge's senses. If this were back at their galaxy, in a dogfight with his squadron against a squadron of TIEs, they'd all be dead.

Miscalculating isn't something Wedge takes lightly. As a commander, he can't. It hurts his pride to realize that it's taken him this long to figure out this man is, without a doubt, a kriffing Sith.

He takes a step back, refusing the weapon. ] No.

[revanisms]

The Republic then.

[That made up his mind on that topic then. He worked to quell his anger at being rejected, knowing that he would win no points with anyone here if he went on a killing trip. Once their minds were won with charisma and action, then he could start removing those who worked against him.]

I saved the galaxy and this is how its people repay me?

[sfoils]

[ What Republic, Wedge wants to ask. But everything's suddenly too sharp; every sound, every smell, every movement.

He is defenseless. Maybe he should've taken the crossbow. But he's a Sith! He mulls over his options, his exits. ]

If you saved the galaxy to be praised, you didn't do it for the right reason. We do what we must because it's the right thing to do. Because if we don't, others suffer.

[revanisms]

I fought to save those being crushed by the Mandalorians. And now, when there are other, even graver threats, you are still talking about morality.

[#sithgate, it's actually about ethics in war

He stows the crossbow under his cloak, latching it to the belt behind him. He wouldn't be able to sit while it was there but he was strong enough to heft it around in the meantime.]

I laughed so hard I think my fellow co-workers might be worried for me

[sfoils]

[ You are the one who brought up the topic! No, no, no. Sith manipulate emotions, stroke anger like a fire. Luke warned him about this. Wedge experienced it, back in Malrev IV, where Cartariun tried to tempt him to the Dark Side.

(Which, to this day, makes little sense. Wedge is not Force-sensitive.)

This is not his anger. He must keep this in mind.

His voice is cold. Deep-space lubricants for blood, like the majority of Starfighter Command thought he had. ] It's my morality that guides me. A graver threat than the Galactic Empire won't make me toss it aside. [ Nothing could, really. Not Starfighter Command, not Leia Organa, not even his own friends. No one in the history of the New Republic deserted with his entire squadron except for Wedge Antilles. ]

sobs

[revanisms]

Not even a Sith Empire?

[That question is probably the oddest thing to hear out of a freaking Sith, but hey. The best way to beat your enemy is to know them completely. Also, using their power too.

With a silent breath, he pushed his anger back down.]

That is all behind us but only for the moment. Right now, I only wish to save the universe from destruction, which will be certain if this war here is lost.

[sfoils]

[ Wedge's heard these justifications—these excuses—before. We want to save them from themselves. We want to help. We want order, not chaos. An empire is the only way to keep the galaxy at peace. Order for who, peace for who? He saw, understood, the Empire's brand of 'peace' the day they bombed Gus Talon.

Mala, I'm so sorry. I don't think the kind of evil that killed you will ever be gone from the galaxy. But I'll always fight for those who can't, like you wanted me to. I'm so, so sorry.

Pain undercurrents his words. His fingers are tight, fisted at his sides. The black leather squeals at the tightening. ] No empire, not now, not ever. Not by Sith or Jedi or Corellians or anyone.

[revanisms]

...if we end up as enemies here, you'll lose. Your life will be a waste, used up for no cause that benefits the people you know. A self-serving death because you can't look ahead to the future.

[It was just another stumbling block he'd have to step on in the future. He'd rather not, you know, kill people who could be useful. It would harm the cause of efficiency and ultimately harm his own efforts.]

[sfoils]

[ Wedge shakes his head. ] If I don't fight evil, then my life is a waste. No matter where, as long as I kill the enemy, someone gets to stay happy. I don't care if it here's, or back home. Because of what I do, someone, somewhere—probably someone I'll never meet—gets to stay happy.

It's the only honorable thing about my profession.