AN: I thought since I was working on KoTOR-fanfiction anyway, with 'Seeing in Monochrome', I might as well publish a quick depolarisation-drabble from that era. I seem to be on a role this week... Although, admittedly, as the Sole reviewer pointed out, Depolarisation is not up to par with my other works.

S/He is completely right...

It's why I publish it in storage, hoping for that critique, and tips, maybe ideas how to make these better.

...Thank you, Abyssal Legion, for your honest opinions...

Disclaimer: I truly, honestly don't own, why do people keep asking that?

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The Force wills something different from everyone.
There are many paths it invokes to make sure it is sustained.
For better or for worse, everyone complies in the end.

Path of the Conqueror
Images of a strengthening Dark Side, armies of Sith, both by biology or ideology, razing worlds to the ground. Devastation wrecked upon the galaxy, Coruscant, it's capital burning. His troops spreading out, to destroy the last of the resistance.

The Sith Emperor opened his eyes and grinned. If the Force was urging him to expand his empire, who was he to disagree?

Path of the Sage
Images of a strengthening Dark Side, armies of Sith, both by biology or ideology, razing worlds to the ground. Devastation wrecked upon the galaxy, yet the Jedi must not act upon it until the time was right, for if they did, they would fall to Darkness one by one, leaving no one to fight the Sith in the end.

The Jedi Grandmaster opened his eyes and sighed sadly. People were going to die out there, worlds would fall to the advent of the Mandalorians, but they could do nothing, for the true threat was not Death, but Darkness' victory.

He wanted to help so very badly, but it was not within the Force's will, it's whispers telling him to wait.

Path of the Defender
Images of a strengthening Dark Side, armies of Sith, both by biology or ideology, razing worlds to the ground. Devastation wrecked upon the galaxy, the continued Mandalorian victories ensuring that the Sith could gain foothold. Help was so sorely needed, lest everything would fade to black.

Revan opened his eyes and grit his teeth. It was only with considerable restraint that he could stop himself from storming the Council Chamber. The Force was screaming at him to go out there and help with the War Effort.
Could those old fools not hear it's cries, it's pleas for someone to do something?

Who are we to dare presume understand the Force?
It's mysterious ways unknown to us all...