Destiny

Into the void does the Shaolin Tiger Monk choose to dwell, the void that is the cloak around the Sith. Illuminate on the existence of Sith awoken from a long slumber, does he now concentrate. Attempt, in vain, to intensify the relevance of the Sphere, he ventures.

The Dark Side is wraught with intrinsic obstacles, and brings with it awesome power and pain in equal portions. Littered the path to Sithdom is, with wayward mortals who have dared to dream of being Sith. Ancient legends they have heard, of a place where Sith once gathered. Lost it is, forever gone into the black void of the Dark Side. But seek it, they still do.

Natural is the progression of one into the Dark Side, when the pinnacle of the Ten Cyclical Pillars is reached. But only powerful Jedi can make the transition, and maintain balance in the Force. The weak will be subsumed by the Fear, Anger, Hate and Suffering of the Dark Side, and burn into their very soul will be the gaze of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

The Monk references the Prophets of Bru and Aiseh, but neither Jedi nor Sith are these. Prophets they remain, for the power to manipulate the Force they have yet to display. But possess do these prophets the attributes of Sith and Jedi alike, and in balance hangs the path they will flow on. The Sphere is enriched with their presence, but more is needed to save the dying Sphere. More is needed to stem the inevitable dimming of its lifeforce, leaving only the morphing truth from the false prophets.

The path of the Sphere's destiny is inevitable, prophesied it has been by the ancient seers. The Sith have long waited for this, having seen the inevitability of the Ten Cyclical Pillars. The Sphere must go into the swirling energy of disenchantment and deceit, before it is destroyed by the Jedi and Sith. From the embers of the long gone Sphere will emerge a new constellation of systems. It is inevitable.

The lines will be drawn, and the Sith await the battle royale. A battle which is silently growing in promise, for what it heralds. Fear, Anger, Hate, Suffering. The path to the Dark Side. The Sith will feed on Younglings.

Expectant, are the Sith.

And the domino effect is put in motion

The silent war of the Prophets initiated a reactionary movement in the Force. The ripples were sent into the ether which binds the Sphere, and touched the core of the Shaolin Tiger Monk. Contemplate his role within the Sphere and suggest the banality which was inevitable, he does. Ponder on the future of his engagement with the Force and the Sphere, he now sits.

Like dominos, will the denizens of the Sphere and its outlying systems fall to the onslaught of disharmony. The cycle of the Force has reached its zenith. It is a cycle which Sith and only ancient Jedi have seen. New it is not, for played out through the milleniums past it has been. Always, the cycle is the same.

Ignorance. Discovery. Elation. Excitement. Confidence. Power. Ego. Disappointment. Disenchantment. Boredom.

The ten pillars of the Sphere they are, and pass thru each must all denizens of the Sphere, Sith and Jedi alike. Ancient Sith who long before there existed a Sphere, faced the ten pillars through the Force. And when finally bored they were, disengage from the Sphere they did. Just as the Prophet of Brand and now the Shaolin Tiger Monk who reach the zenith of the Cyclical Pillars.

Inevitable this is, just as inevitable will be the fall of the pioneer denizens of the Sphere. Already their unique visitors drop, yet in a glory long past they still live, driven on by perceptions of their relevance. Yes, inevitable this cycle is, just as it befell the Dark Lord of the Sith, it will befall all.

An ancient scribe hath remarked to the Sith, that rebel the Sith is and that the Sith would disengage themself when into the mainstream the Sphere inserts itself. For it was inherent in the core of the Sith psyche that such association with the mainstream culture would be anathema to the Sith way. Such was the ancient scribe's analysis of the disappearance from the Sphere of a once powerful Jedi. Mayhaps the ancient scribe, imbibed that he was with the amber liquid of intoxification, had wisdom imparted.

The long dormant Sphere is about to shed its skin of banality, as the outlying systems and shining stars tumble into the nothingness, having touched the Ten Cyclical Pillars. Into the void will arise a new Sphere, one led by Sith who feed on the energies of fear, anger, hate and suffering. Who feed on the disharmony fueled by false prophets.

The Sith are hungry.

The Sith will feed.

And the path of the Prophets diverge

Much peace there was in the Sphere. Much boredom too there was, as the banal was discussed in minute detail. Too much detail for some, this old Sith included. Gone, had the Sith thought, were the interesting times of the Sphere and the Force which binds it. Mainstream acceptance it has reached, and with it, drag into the Sphere the excitement of paint drying it did.

Broken now that harmony is, and rise again to feed on the energy will Darth Perfidious. The dual Prophets of Screen and Brand have clashed. Elegant silence they attempted to maintain, but leave them in peace the Sphere will not. Dragged into the fray were both Prophets, by the machinations of their followers. Much JOBO this has brought to the surface.

Over a woman they duelled, a child of divine grace. At stake was the propriety of the act, and in this they disagreed. The Prophet of Screen went overboard with his singularly focussed mission to discredit the father, but are the sins of the father to be revisitted on the children ?

Lost was the context within which this is framed. Brought to the fray it did, the credibility of the Prophet. Much discourse have the Sith poured on this in the past, and come to pass this has. More so when the Sith hath said,

Reek of dishonour this does, and even Sith distance themselves from such actions. The imbeciles who make up the majority of the Systems though do not see this, such is the adulation of the Prophet. But then in a Federation where heroes and avatars are scarce, a false prophet can seek success in idolatry.

It was the adulation of the Prophet which brought much BO to the Sphere, for not see beyond the actions of the idol could the worshippers. The Sith revel in such feeding frenzies, for fear leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering. Suffering fuels the Dark Force of the Sith, and rub their hands in glee they will.

Cement now the demise of the Sphere this will, for the harmony and diversity it promised has been marred. Soon too will the battle lines in the war be drawn, between the Mandarins of the Mainstream with their selected warriors and the Prophet of Screen and his minions. Bloodshed and turmoil in the galaxy it will bring as the outlying systems get into the fray.

Sit back and enjoy the mayhem will this Sith, mayhaps with a Prophet at his side.