*The last book closes. The candle has long since guttered and died but for now the night has passed. The man in the robe pushes back his hood, stretches and pads over to the nearby window. While the glass is cracked and broken he still has a clear view of the sun rising up behind the far mountains, painting them gold. The symbolism isn't lost on him. It had been fascinating to refresh his memory. FIGS has a very long history...he'd experienced most of it himself. Had even been the figurehead of the order, for a while. There were battles. Many battles. Troopers and war droids, ancient weapons, ancient powers. Schemes and traps. Statues raised of silver and gold, a great Ziggurat that towered over the Temple, spacecraft and warriors. The faithful fought for power under the watchful eye of the God. Victories won...mistakes made. Including his own. Praises and devotions cried to the heavens. And now? The Ziggurat destroyed in a massive war of succession. The Temple in ruins from a Thought Bomb. The faithful scattered and armies gone. The works of the Almighty Ian would still catch the attention of a few devotees, but those that knew the rumours and made the trip found no clear path or direction. Only the wreckage of the ghosts of the past, an echoing hall, shadows. They moved on. A lonely Neimoidian made his solitary pilgrammage up the mountainside to pay his respects. To the forgotten places. To the Temple. To possibly make sure the heavy plinth was still shoved in front of that door. But things change. The fire was too strong to ever fade completely. The embers were still there. An opportunity arises to stoke some life back into them.* Some small reserves of money remain in the hidden FIGS coffers. I shall send out messengers (and in a couple cases, bounty hunters ) after the most notable former members of the society in hopes of tracking them down. I propose to melt down the statues to help raise further revenue, while leading enough material aside to raise up a single golden statue of Ian above the entranceway to the Temple. There is much work ahead to rebuild the Temple itself. Perhaps some parts can never be as they were - as said, I'd recommend staying away from Palpigeon in the Holy Halls for the time being - but the intent is there. What little remains of the Ziggurat will be left as it is, in ruins, a powerful symbol. I was also fortunate enough to find the activation schematics for these chaps: *he produces a device from his sleeve and presses a button. With a whirr of servos, around forty battle droids troop into the hallway and stand to attention* A small number, from an order that used to have armies of hundreds if not thousands fighting for them, but appreciated nonetheless. They can help to protect us and the Temple as we look to survive and rebuild. But of course, we need fresh blood to truly live and grow. This is FIGS - The Fantastic Ian is God Society. Our doors are open to any that wish to come pay tribute to Mr McDiarmid in any of his works, be it Star Wars or otherwise. Performances of the past, the present and any upcoming projects. If you'd like to post something about him, this is the place to do it. Be as serious or as silly as you'd like (we're very good at the latter). We may enjoy a little creative writing between discussions in the tradition of sneaky Sith everywhere but, at heart, shared enjoyment of his career is the whole point of the thread. It was true when it was started in 2002, and I'd very much like to think it's true and still serves a role today in 2014. There's also the fact we could reach 13,000 posts here if we can reach page 521 which would be a nice little milestone! Welcome all. *burst of force lightning* FIGS: Have fun!