Chapter Title: and I'm turning to the horoscope

Chapter Summary: For all their prowess, Jedi are weak.

My Sith Warrior is a female zarbak. Not being a subscriber, I have a whole family tree of them. These are some of their stories. (Well, technically speaking, this is actually a fragment of one of their stories, but the others will show up in due time, hopefully.)

Minor spoilers for storyline/side quests.


Jedi, once you stop to talk rather than jump to immediate disembowlement as a matter of course - a state of affairs they are just as guilty of perpetrating as she, for all their claims of peace - are almost pathetically easy to nudge to the dark. And then kill when they get entirely too invested in it and try to murder her. Again. There's really not all that much difference in the end, save the passing amusement.

Jedi do not like being proven weak.

She has a nestmother in the order, one she has not seen since encountering her father. Wonders, if their paths cross in the future, if she will be as unbalanced and distractable. Hopes otherwise. She likes to imagine that there is some small unit of genetic stability in the line.