Interlude
The Sith Temple was deserted. Or, rather, it looked deserted as the spatter of rain washed across it's stone and steel edifice trailing down gullies of mortar and chasms of architecture, the purpose of which known only to the first builders whose names have long since been forgotten.
The lush vegetation of the surrounding jungle-forest had claimed the area in the interim of years. Now, where once stood simple materials of construction and terraforming, a conglomeration combining the aggressiveness of nature and the nuances of Sith alchemy had given birth to a symbiosis of both life and death. If the inanimate could speak, of what sort of horrors would this structure shout out to the galaxy?
The sap of the vegetation dripping from hidden orifices down interior walls as blood from a dying body mixed with the mold that clung to walls dark, damp and rank with misery.
A lone figure was found scurrying across the empty corridors, looking every which way as if he was being followed stealing across stained crimson carpet making no sounds. A paranoid sort of person and one who's healthy sense of self preservation was appreciated by the one to whom the figure had come to see.
The cold within the stone ebbed away as flickers of light and the warmth of fires permeated outward with each step towards the inhabited chambers.
It was a welcome sight to the visitor and he proclaimed his joy out loud when having reached his destination. "You would not believe how bad it is out there, Master Perrin," the man exclaimed removing his rather thick outer garments.
"Dar, I assume the seasonal snows have begun?"
"Begun? They've been falling for the better part of the week. Rain, sleet and snow. Not a climate one expects here." The tone was friendly but Perrin knew the visitor was everything but..
The old man, wrapped in blankets sitting in a high-back chair simply shrugged, his white hair tied back despite it's being dry. This was a man used to the comforts in life and this was a man who spared no expense in enjoying them.
For what use was the Dark Side if you could not enjoy it?
When the visitor, Dar, had shed his coverings he moved to the carpet at Lord Perrin's feet and sat down.
"I take it you are here for another story?" the Sith Master asked in a slight tone of annoyance. The question was both unnecessary and painful for it held out to Dar the hope of the old man complying to the request without the actual commitment.
"I have come to hear the rest of it," Dar said eagerly.
A little too eagerly. Perrin was instantly wary of the turnaround in attitude for upon the boy's first visit, he was unruly, arrogant and a general pain in Perrin's side. Such persons weighed heavily on what little patience the Sith Master had nowadays and so he prepared to make Dar an ex-member of the living for the mortal sin of having the arrogance of the young..
A sin he knew well for he was arrogance personified at a younger age.
The boy wanted to know things but had not the patience to listen. He even had the audacity to grow angry when he did not like the answers that had come. Perrin had finally cut the boy's blathering short by brushing his hands across the youngling's forehead causing the young force-user to stagger back as if the Sith Master had struck him a powerful blow.
Perrin had, however, given the other a taste of something far more powerful than a mere blow...
Vision The young man had come back several times after wanting more. Each time, the aged 'Master Perrin' would simply say, "Come back tomorrow" silently enjoying the torment that played across the stage of the boy's face.
Each successive visit drew the boy's patience thinner and thinner but, at the same time, also drew out his dogged determination. Each attack on his patience drew the youngster's anger out to the fore. That anger propelled his desire.
Until such a time that the boy, even with the probable risk of being turned away, ventured into the blistering cold and snow at the mere idea of the chance that Perrin would say 'yes'. It was one thing to sacrifice time but this time, for what he sought, the boy sacrificed his life.
It became a payment adequate enough for Perrin's time.
but....
...to know what? What was the boy really after? It was a subtle question that preyed upon the older man's mind like an amusing puzzle.
Despite the fact that the boy tried to hide his force aura, Perrin deftly plucked it's existence out of shadow and into the Sith Master's full awareness, watching...judging.
It was amusing to the old man to witness the raw strength contained within the boy's frame and his novice attempts at masking it.
Why do those with the power attempt to hide it? It was an observation that brought a memory to conscious thought and upon realizing the connection, linked the two. It was a similar observation made as a younger man at another place, in another time..
His eyes took in the seated boy with experience knowing that the young man had stationed himself in such a strategic manner... easily able to avoid any unsuspecting attack, easily able to draw his own lightsaber, the hilt of which was not nearly so cleverly hidden as the boy would have liked to have thought, with room enough to launch his own attack and cut down the old man if necessary.
It was as if the boy had thought of all the natural combat alternatives that might come upon him not willing to give Perrin the benefit of the doubt, much to Perrin's approval.
But it was a trap. An insidious trap to be sure but one most effective.
A trap that the old texts referred to it as a Double Blind. It was a trap that very few could successfully cast, especially against great numbers, largely because part of its success depended on the actions of those being trapped.
Especially hard when your foes held onto their force-awareness like children to security blankets. Perrin's hands clasped together in front of his chin contemplating the youngster.
"What do I show you, young man? I wonder.. what would make an impression on your logical, yet skeptical, progression of thought? Or what passes for thought in that mass you call a mind? Should I take you to the beginning? To a cusp period? To the end?"
The boy leaned closer and closer to the old man as he mused to himself.
Perrin suddenly snapped his fingers.
"I know just the thing! A Lesson in Stupidity!"
The boy looked confused and Perrin wagged a wrinkled finger at him. "All you've heard are stories, legends and made up myths of these larger-than-life people. So romanticized are you by their accounts you are already on the road to self delusion!"
His finger tapped his chest. "I. I have lived during the time of Gods and Men. Of Men and Gods! I have lived during the time of Daemon Hyfe, of Lupercus Darksword and of Darth Vicirus! Of Lady Skygge, Recon Klain, of Doan Silk...and yes, of that baffoon Lord Maim and his whore, Athena.
But most youngsters nowadays? All they want to hear is the story of Dacian Palestar!"
He rasped out a chuckle and gestured, moving another piece of wood onto the two fireplaces set on either side of the room.
"A story of monumental stupidity on such a grand scale as I have ever seen."
The young man's features drew closer in anger. "If you are going to..."
"Oh shut up," petitioned Perrin, waving the youngster's comments away as if they were no consequence, which, in fact, they were not.
The old man leaned forward and gestured for the boy to move up as if they were two old hands scheming.
"Don't take my word for it... Let me show you."
His trembling arm stretched out and as his fingers touched the boy's forehead, they were no longer seated in the room. In fact, they were no longer in the Sith Temple in the middle of a jungle in the middle of a freezing winter.
They were standing on a mountain top with winds blowing wildly at their clothes and in the far distance, amid both white and dark smoke rising heavenward, stood the defiant Sith Temple.
"Where... Where are we?" the youngster stammered, suddenly feeling weak at the knees.
"Xa Fel," The old man, Perrin, answered quietly, himself taken aback by the sights before him. "I stood on this very spot and gazed at this very scene, the bloody stupidity of everyone's position so crystal clear at that moment in time to one with insight it's a wonder I did not fall down dead at my lack of it!"
"Stupidity!?" cried the youngster over the roar of the winds.
"No, Insight..." Perrin purred in response. He knew the boy was balking at his heroes of old suddenly having the faults of ..of... mortals?
Well, we all are mortal! Foolish child! Perrin waved his hand about the scenery in irritation. "Things you do not know... Lupercus Darksword and his pet Ithron stupidly come back into the inner sanctum of Darth Vicirus knowing that they both are at odds! Darth Vicirus stupidly allows Lupercus a foothold into his own kingdom and while he licks his wounds from that!" he points to the black smoke rising high in the distance.. "his entire Order now is in the hands of his fellow rival, Lupercus! Doan Silk stupidly submitted before a Church which is, yet again, another variation of Sith power probably following in his old fool-Lord Maim's footsteps. A hack if I ever heard of one!"
"And Dacian?" Dar's voice seemed like a squeak.
"Palestar?" Perrin snorted, "He had the stupidity of the young."
Even his contempt, so crystallized in one of his advanced age, for the players involved in the scene before him did not erase his acknowledgment that these giants, in this place, at that time, were probably the largest gathering of those who were the most powerful beings in the entire galaxy. Never mind the Empire's machines! These titans among men swept up in their personal passions were far, far more dangerous!
Beings of which were the Tales that mortals trembled in telling!At that moment, a low boom was heard, more like distant thunder, as energy pulses sizzled through Xa Fel's atmosphere in a downward descent striking the Sith Temple without grace. The intent of the attackers shouted in detail with each weapon fired...
They wanted the Sith Temple to burn!
To be wiped from the face of the planet! The constant fury behind the intent revealed in the mass of enemies in the far distance.
Perrin could not hear their war cries, their yells or the sounds of fighting as the wind dispersed such sounds in the distance that separated the Sith Knight and the apparent war taking place without him.
Without him..
The old man's eyes blinked in the wind even now, his desire to fight, stirring from deep within his soul. He clearly remembered the emotions of a younger self opening and closing his fists at the sight laid out in the distance.
But even the temptations and stirrings of old emotions at the memory before him could not dissolve the admiration for the Double Blind trap forming so far away. He had never seen such a trap constructed so intricately and encompassing so many at one time.
At the time, standing far off on a mountain peak, he had not recognized the glaringly obvious that was spelled out before him. Truth wrapped in a package of feral combat.
The boy beside him was silent in awe at the distant spectacle.
I was just as stupid..., the old man mused to himself.
The enemy had complete air superiority and having it, had landed their barges in such a way that surrounded the Sith Temple all the time keeping their orbital weapons standing at the ready. Bombers and fighters circled from above and with the brilliance of hindsight came a realization that the old coot, Azrael Zell, was right all along:
As powerful as the fucking Sith are, they can't execute a plan for shit! Take Xa Fel for example. If you are going to blow the shit out of the Temple, you don't achieve air superiority only to fuck it up by landing thousands of soldiers! Who the fuck are the bombers going to bomb now? Their own forces? An electromagnetic pulse in the heart of that air-fucking-superiority would have downed all those birds on their own fucking people! Crusading dipshits. Sith by another name, if you fucking ask me!Perrin's chapped lips parted in a grin. Only an Imperial would care about the numbers. Perhaps that is why they won wars. But the nature of the enemy attacking the Sith Temple told the Order that they did not give a damn about numbers. They would sacrifice as many of their soldiers, their entire army possibly, to make a point. Perhaps the pragmatic Imperial military response would be to simply let them until they burned themselves out but what sort of action would this mean to a Sith? Sith who have survived for thousands of years?
"It is obvious.." the old man whispered watching the sealing of the enclosure surrounding the Sith Temple. No other place on this world was being harrassed. No other structure seemed to hold interest to these...
Crusaders.
He knew who they were now... but then? Then it was just shock at the idea of such an assault against the center of the Sith Order. The kernel of a future Sith Empire.
The memory of what was above the Temple, in orbit, was like a dark blot against a white sky. To see it filled one with a searing burn of pain as if the craft high above them had traveled to Xa Fel on the dying souls of a million, million beings. As if the very coffers of hell were thrown opened to fuel a ship whose keel was laid in misery, whose armour were screams of shattering terror, and whose weapons were the combined spite of an entire universe rolled into one and spit out into the eye of god.
The darkened masses of bodies moving about on the ground below, some in chaos and some in ordered arrangement, were shadows upon the land surrounding the Temple. Most took no note of anything else destroying only that which they found hindering their march, rank and file, towards the Temple.
All of these things... were clues. Obvious, glaring, and shouting as to a fact that Perrin himself missed. He wondered if anyone else at the time had made the connections..
This was personal!The enemy knew exactly where they were going.. knew exactly what they were doing.. knew exactly how to arrive, when to arrive and by what route to arrive.
The Sith Order should have known who was on the other end of the swinging saber!
An errant child of the Sith coming home to burn the house his parents lived in? A wronged alcolyte or apprentice returning to show his Masters that he had entered into power on his own?
To move forward, to advance... the parents must die!Was
this the catalyst that added fuel to the Double Blind that was being enacted?
The irony of the situation was that the Double Blind was not set in place by any Sith Master that he had known. The Double Blind was the trap of the Temple itself.
Those ancient builders immersed in the arts, alchemy and powers inherent with the Dark Side knew their craft and took pride in their work. They knew intimately the philosophy and psychology of those that would reside in such a place and of those that would dare attack it.
Those who simply walked it's corridors and trained in its halls and left never realized the power of such a place that served as seat to many Sith Councils.
They couldn't!Those nomadic Sith cults and offshoots that roamed the stars looking for their place in the legends of galactic history never realized the truth about such historical centers of Sith activities.
They couldn't!That the structure itself could take the beating these invaders were unmercifully pounding into it was a testament to the galaxy that these buildings were something
more.
These were structures whose outer skin was the cold sweat of the darkside itself and the only thing in want of these beautifully crafted works of art was simply a worthy resident.
Those attackers were declaring their worth and value with every step they took towards the Temple. Their marching between it's doors and crossing of it's threshold put the ownership of the Temple on notice and in question.
..and that was what was at the heart of a Double Blind.The surrounding of an enemy from the center. A contradiction in terms to be sure but a circumstance that trapped a hunter just as completely as they thought they had trapped.
The invaders had surrounded the Temple preventing the Sith from fleeing but they themselves could not leave for to leave was to admit defeat and failure. The very design of the Temple augmented the power of the one while reducing the power of the many. The invaders were trapped in a circle of their own self delusions, their own plans that they would not,
could not, admit were flawed.
To do so was to go against everything that a leader of fanatics, a cult of personality, thrived in.
For who followed a leader that was unsure?
Who followed a leader whose philosophy and whose callings were ulitmately... flawed?
Especially if such ones were powerful in the use of the Force!That was the deception that was the darkside. And to succumb to such deception was to allow the darkside to rule oneself instead of the other way around.
And being ruled by the darkside took away the one thing that made one powerful. All powerful, in fact.
ChoiceWhich was why once you start down the road to the darkside, forever would it dominate your destiny.
For those that started down the road did so by choice!
Spurred on by their blind hatred, warped visions, flawed strategies and the chains of desire... the invaders, these Crusaders, would soon find their choices diminishing at a cascading rate.
Their actions would be dictated by brutal necessity rather than choice and once the invaders found themselves led rather than leading, they would fall apart, unraveling under the force of the Double Blind.
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The old man smiled grimly.
The Double Blind worked another way as well. For the Temple only served those worthy of it.
Darth Vicirus and his minions....
Lupercus Darksword and his minions...
Doan Silk and his minions...
Dacian Palestar and his minions...
...Self delusion could go either way.
"So... what happened?" the boy's wretched voice intruded and Perrin felt a wash of annoyance flow through him.
He gazed down from his vantage point seeing a younger self slowly climbing down in an effort to get to the fight.
But the truth was, his younger self was too far away and the fight would more than likely be over by the time he even felt the heat of the cratered Temple grounds.
But there were always options and he remembered being resourceful as a youngster, wincing at the next memories recalled.
I was stupid when I was younger..."Boy, I've polished my boots on the skulls of Dark Lords. I've walked in a time of giants.
You do not have the steel in your backbone to see what happened next!"
There was a flash of anger in the boy's eyes and his voice calmed. "What do I have to do to prove myself to you?"
Perrin Descartes, Sith Master of Illusion, smiled inwardly.
A Double Blind is treacherous indeed!The fires of the conflict on Xa Fel continued to burn....