Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:10 am by John Nahtasha
*Devon sat silently in the Central Chambers of the Sith Temple. The Force seemed to think that he needed a whole new crisis thrown at him every few hundred years. It had been three hundred years since his last son had been brought up for treason and he had signed the execution warrent himself. Now the Force was trying to set his world upside down. Strangers were showing up all over the place, all claiming to be from some other world. They had weapons and clothing so very different to their own and talked about places, technologies and events that couldn't possibly be real! However, they all couldn't be insane. They all had the same stories, but claimed to be from different places. One thing was for sure however, they were all Sith. That, at least, was a good sign. It must mean that the rest of the galaxy was heavily populated with Sith. Were the ancient enemy of the Sith, the Jedi, destroyed then? Had the Sith won the fight for the galaxy and claimed it as their prize? Such things were dangerous thoughts. Before now, people didn't even acknowledge that there were other worlds and places. It wasn't allowed, such thoughts were enough to brand a Sith a heretic or insane! And now there were multiple people in the village all claiming to be from other places! And what was worth, some of the villagers may be starting to believe them. Devon needed to do something, he must find a way to bring peace to Jiaasjen once more. Otherwise there would be an upsurge in the amount of people killing each other. It was already bad enough, being a Sith meant that you were going to kill a lot of people in your life, or be killed by that one. However, with stories of such insanity running about there would be a lot more blood in the water....*
