Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on May 16, 2013 10:38:51 GMT -8
Jud Watched as Nartaga and the rest of the nearby Council were dismissed with a wave from the Elder.
"Oh, how ironic... The used becomes the user." Jud said venomously. "I was hoping you'd allow them to hear, especially the boy." Jud made a pouty face in mock sadness. He didn't need a history lesson on how he was, or how the Tusken was similarly motivated . Nor did he need a detailed analysis of how the Elder managed to stand before him, everything had already been fleshed out in the Old Sith's mind; still not dulled by the millenniums of usage. "A blink, a spark, a flickering flame." Jud waved his hand at the Elder, shooing the notion away. "He does put so much faith into your words. Oh, wise one... He thinks you care." Jud grinned before having to covering his mouth to stifle the roaring laugh. "And to think, you used to be a Watchmen. A Keeper of Light!" Jud said it loudly, hoping it carried across the Enclave, drawing in the curiosity of the inhabitants to this most rare spectacle. "All that, all your righteousness on doing the right thing, on protecting the weak. All that you fought against for so long, so long ago." Jud smirked again. "And you ended up like me anyways... You took the plunge knowing the outcome, and you did it anyways." Jud laughed, shaking his head from side to side, seeming to try to make sense of the happiness he was feeling. "I can't say I blame you, it is fun, isn't it?"
Jud looked surprised at the Elder's death-feint. "Oh? Harder? Don't tempt me in trying, old friend. I'm not really good about leaving loose ends hanging around. It's a compulsion; some would say..." Jud laughed, clutching his side. "But if you are truly more sand than man. It would prove a most interesting dissection."
Jud grinned at the jab, chuckling slightly. He looked at the man, the fraud of a Tusken, a nexu in Tusken clothing. Jud was silent, and the silence could be seen as an unnerving precursor, but it wasn't. "It has been two thousand years - give or take - and about three thousand since the youngling incident... Old friend." Jud said in a low measured monotone. "And if I acted my true age, I'd be nothing more than the dust you're made of. Correct?"
Jud's eyebrow raised as the Elder said that his plans had been disrupted by the Sith, and the addition of having Jud return to his "hole" was brilliant. But little would deter the Sith now, he had found much more than he bargained for in what should have been a two minute "thank you". "You are very correct about one thing... I have no Masters." Jud grinned. "I know of the crystals, and of you. So, why would I put my tail between my legs and leave now? This is just getting interesting."
"Oh, how ironic... The used becomes the user." Jud said venomously. "I was hoping you'd allow them to hear, especially the boy." Jud made a pouty face in mock sadness. He didn't need a history lesson on how he was, or how the Tusken was similarly motivated . Nor did he need a detailed analysis of how the Elder managed to stand before him, everything had already been fleshed out in the Old Sith's mind; still not dulled by the millenniums of usage. "A blink, a spark, a flickering flame." Jud waved his hand at the Elder, shooing the notion away. "He does put so much faith into your words. Oh, wise one... He thinks you care." Jud grinned before having to covering his mouth to stifle the roaring laugh. "And to think, you used to be a Watchmen. A Keeper of Light!" Jud said it loudly, hoping it carried across the Enclave, drawing in the curiosity of the inhabitants to this most rare spectacle. "All that, all your righteousness on doing the right thing, on protecting the weak. All that you fought against for so long, so long ago." Jud smirked again. "And you ended up like me anyways... You took the plunge knowing the outcome, and you did it anyways." Jud laughed, shaking his head from side to side, seeming to try to make sense of the happiness he was feeling. "I can't say I blame you, it is fun, isn't it?"
Jud looked surprised at the Elder's death-feint. "Oh? Harder? Don't tempt me in trying, old friend. I'm not really good about leaving loose ends hanging around. It's a compulsion; some would say..." Jud laughed, clutching his side. "But if you are truly more sand than man. It would prove a most interesting dissection."
Jud grinned at the jab, chuckling slightly. He looked at the man, the fraud of a Tusken, a nexu in Tusken clothing. Jud was silent, and the silence could be seen as an unnerving precursor, but it wasn't. "It has been two thousand years - give or take - and about three thousand since the youngling incident... Old friend." Jud said in a low measured monotone. "And if I acted my true age, I'd be nothing more than the dust you're made of. Correct?"
Jud's eyebrow raised as the Elder said that his plans had been disrupted by the Sith, and the addition of having Jud return to his "hole" was brilliant. But little would deter the Sith now, he had found much more than he bargained for in what should have been a two minute "thank you". "You are very correct about one thing... I have no Masters." Jud grinned. "I know of the crystals, and of you. So, why would I put my tail between my legs and leave now? This is just getting interesting."