The questions and the answers

[greyerrant]

[ A video post to the COMP network ]

[ Garviel stares into the screen for a moment his helm removed, his expression... pensive. ]

What defines humanity? At what point is someone so altered they are no longer human, and what emotions can we lose before are are not even remotely humane? I am curious.

Comments

[greyerrant]

It sounds disturbingly like the warp, the base emotions and impulses that spring from death and the loss of loyalty.

All in all though, it sounds very close to warp, with the dark side being the emanations of chaos. There is a reason the Emperor decreed only sanctioned psykers would use it, after Nikaea, and bound the Librarians of the legion to not use their gifts. For their corruption was far too dangerous.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

The Jedi Order tried imposing strict rules on the use of the Force, our lives, and everything we did in an effort to eliminate the use of the Dark Side. Still, members of the Order defied it and fell to the Dark Side's lure. Sometimes they were defeated and recovered their sanity, sometimes they weren't. The toll taken by the people who assumed the name of "Sith" has more or less destroyed the Order itself by now, although the Sith destroyed themselves in turn.

Well, the Sith and myself, but I'm not too proud of it.

[greyerrant]

Why not? My undertaking to slay my traitorous brothers is all that I have left to have pride in.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Of the three "Sith Lords" who were running roughshod over what was left of the Order when I returned from Exile, one had fallen so deep into the twisted mess we made of the Force at Malachor he was barely even sapient, and the other two...

...well, Sion and Kreia both loved me, in their own bizarre and obsessive ways. If I could have spared them, I would have, but in both their cases, it was more like putting them out of their misery. And, like I said, Kreia may have wanted it that way the entire time.

The Dark Side doesn't just make you dangerous, it warps you. Makes you miserable, cuts you off from everything that may have given you joy or comfort except yourself. It is...suffering. I can't feel anything but sadness for people caught in its cycle.

[greyerrant]

I cannot find it in my hearts to show mercy to traitors. The wounds are too deep. Loyalty is everything for the Legions, and that is what they broke. I will spare the lost and the mad, as I was once spared.... but those who have broken oaths, those who are truly corrupt, there is only one kind of mercy I can give them. A swift death.

[ He thinks about Kreia, and for a moment, considers Aximand as well, though in Truth Kreia's attempt to destroy the force was somewhat similar, though he doesn't know it, to the Emperor's plan to weaken the Chaos Gods themselves. ]

My brothers and I loved each other as well but Istvaan broke everything, everything except the justice that I must now find a way to bring to them.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

I guess that's still braver than what I did after Malachor.

I just went back. Let the Order exile me. Got told it was no longer any of my business. I knew exactly what would happen, and I let it.

Then Revan happened, then Traya, Nihilus, and Sion. After all that happened, there weren't a whole lot of Jedi or Sith left.

......

And it occurs to me now that I have no idea why I'm telling you all this.

[all_wound_up]

Millennium? That means...

[Nano's eyes go wide as she frantically tries to count the years on her fingers.]

That's so far in the future!

[greyerrant]

I'm not sure that rampaging mad in a world of corpses and daemons for 6 months was particularly brave. I spent all my time mourning the lost or slaying the foul undead things that surrounded me.

[ He shrugs his shoulders. Loken doesn't realize, or often acknowledge it, but he's got some charisma to him as well, a leader himself with both empathy and the ability to lead from the front. ]

It could be we both need confessors. Not so much for our sins, but rather, for our secrets. I have always hated secrets and lies, but that is the life I have been forced to live. Perhaps you are burdened as well.

[greyerrant]

You all seem lost in the past to me.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Heh. That could be it. Secrecy isn't exactly the path to the Dark Side, but do it too much and you'll start deceiving yourself, too.

Plus it's not like there are probably many other people here who've killed a planet.

[greyerrant]

I think that unlikely as well. [ He is quiet for a moment, haunted by his memory of such dark moments. ] Consigning a world to such a fate is a hard choice.

[ Garviel changes the subject, and says. ] Yes... secrecy can lead to such self-deception. The warrior lodges began as a harmless secret brotherhood, but ended up being the conduit that destroyed my Legion from within.

[all_wound_up]

What is the future like, Mr. Cerberus?

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Frankly, Malachor V had it coming. If I'd known what was down there the first time, I'd have aimed for more structural damage. It was all the people around it who went with it who didn't deserve that.

And to my knowledge, nothing good has ever come of secret brotherhoods, either. But that might be a coincidence.

[greyerrant]

Of late, I have been inducted into one, but it is.... one that is required, it is not a conspiracy, but rather, a sort of specialized operation. Those who have lost their place and their Legion, and who are now loyal only to the Emperor. We are basically the ghosts, and as such, we perform the duties no one else can.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Special operations is different, at least most of the time.

[greyerrant]

It doesn't feel right, to me, to fight this shadow war, this secret war.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

That's how the last war I fought turned out. Sometimes, you have to meet the enemy on their own terms, especially if you don't want to endanger more people...

[greyerrant]

[ Loken is silent for a moment, and then nods. ]

I just worry about sacrificing my honor. Or slaying loyalists.

[greyerrant]

Full of war.

[all_wound_up]

War? Why?

I didn't mean to leave this tag for so long, so have some tl;dr and a 1/3 to make up for it

[epicbraille]

It works for getting dressed in the morning, so we'll start with socks.

[epicbraille]

Imagine you have a favourite pair of socks, they're comfy and easy to wear. But, oh no, you find a hole in one of them! You can't very well throw them away, so attached as you are, and so you patch them up with a spare piece of cloth. Problem solved, crisis averted, everyone goes on with their lives.

But what's this? That same sock has a brand new hole before you know it! Well, you get more cloth and patch the sock up again. Too bad this hypothetical life is a cruel one. Each time you patch up the sock, a new hole appears the very next day.

Eventually the material from the original sock is gone, replaced by a rogues' gallery of scrap fabric. Is it still the sock you once treasured, or is it something new altogether?

[epicbraille]

The Ship of Theseus is rather similar.

Swap the holes and patches for broken and repaired ship parts and it's the same question; would it still be the Ship of Theseus once all the old and broken parts have been replaced with new ones? And what if a second ship was built out of the damaged parts, which would be the true Ship of Theseus?

In a way, it's a lot like your question of humanity and emotions. Don't you think?

[greyerrant]

Yes. I can see your point.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Honor is subjective, in my book, but killing people who are on the same side is always something to be avoided. I've ordered men to their deaths, but...