IC Zas’tel
Return to the Clock Tower

Zas’tel had begun his journey back to the Clock Tower when he had a thought. He returned to the warehouse. Placing a hand on the entrance he focused, reaching into the fabric of the building. He could feel what the Master had done to deflect attention away from the building and what was inside.

Exerting energy, he strengthened what had been done, adding a layer to the energy that would make anyone want to disregard the building entirely from their mind unless they were attuned to it as he was. He frowned as that included his fellow Protectors but he also knew that what was inside the Master had left for him and him alone.

He slowly circled the warehouse, finding other nodes of similar energy. At each he strengthened the node and added the same layer that he had at the first. It took him several long minutes before he’d circled the building but when he was done, he was sure that he’d done as much as he could to ensure that what was supposed to be kept hidden would be.

Sending out his senses, as he’d been taught he couldn’t feel Vydra at the moment. Joren seemed engaged in business of his own but a cloud hung over, around him, some unknown that would cause trauma soon. Vale and Dunkeel felt as though they were already at the Clock Tower, and she seemed to be very interested in what he himself was doing and where he’d been. That would have to be confronted at some point but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, betray that which the Master had tasked him with, even if it did add to the friction that he knew as there, between the Protectors.

He could sense that the city had grown calmer, to an extent, in his absence. And that his fellow Protectors were part of why that was so. One of those that worked with Vale, he could feel the man but not remember his name, had an extreme interest in him as well. So much so that he was glad that he’d refined and upgraded what had been done to the warehouse to protect it. That man seemed obsessed with him and what was inside.

He would have to confront the man soon, especially as he could feel the connection between the man and Vale, who distrusted him most and desired to delve into the deepest of the secrets that the Master had entrusted him with. He didn’t desire to create fracture points within the Protectors or between himself and the others, but the Master had entrusted them each with secrets and he’d sworn not to reveal any of them to the others, unless absolutely necessary and that such time had not yet arrived.

He slipped through the shadows of the City, observing activity in each quadrant of it, seeing how each of his fellow Protectors ran their sectors. He felt areas of both Light and Dark energy as he moved but knew he should probably put in an appearance at the Tower or the others would suspect his tasks were not for them to know. So, his route took him slowly toward his home.

As he approached he felt that man, officer, that had such an extreme interest in him had set guard to the Main entrance, as well as the secondary, more hidden one. A small smile crossed his face, he wasn’t known as the Shadow for no reason. And the waterway was heavily shadowed.

He made his way down to that area, his mind reaching out to create a bubble of avoidance so that anyone in the area wouldn’t notice him. As he drew close he felt the man there, poor officer just trying to investigate a mystery but one that involved him and he couldn’t allow that to interfere with what he needed to do. He drew close, passing the man, letting only the barest whisper of his presence be felt. As he passed through the door, he let the trail of the cloak, just as the Master’s, become visible as the door closed. He disliked that he was being investigated but he also couldn’t help the tease of letting the man know he’d just missed him.

The door shut and he made his way higher into the Tower. As he moved past the personal spaces his sense of both Vale and Dunkeel grew stronger. He followed that trail and it led him to the meeting room. A small, devious smile crossed his face as he slipped through the semi open door, not disturbing it as he did. Finding a convenient shadow he settled into it and allowed only a tiny fraction of his presence be felt, over time, just enough to cast doubt as to whether he was there or not, as he listened to their conversation.

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IC: The Narrator
The Moment

The Force recoiled, as it does against things planted within it, designed to channel its eddies and whorls.

Something unnatural was triggered, something both heinous and completely understandable in the circumstances.

The Master had placed a series of countermeasures against his plans being either foiled or made use of by darker forces. He was fully aware that such things could occur; that he was only able to see as far as the End of Time, and the Twilight Wars themselves. He had never expected the Holocron of Prophecy to cover thirty-five thousand years of history... but it had recorded it all.

Year upon year upon year of endless conflict between the Light and Dark, in various shapes and guises. Balance was never held for more than a handful of years, before the next great calamity ensnared the cosmos, or a bubbling tension burst to the surface and consumed a quadrant of the galaxy, and seeded the next conflict.

He had decided that this time, he wouldn't be a bystander.

So he intervened, reluctantly, inevitably, undeniably, in what was to come.

The Sages of Dwartii were his insertion into the narrative, and their names.

As soon as one of the names was used, it would enable the identities of the others to be confirmed by the survivors, if they so wished. There were only four of them, after all. Three males and one female, though only two of them had identifiable genders in recorded history. But it wasn't a massive stretch.

But, to the Contingency.

The Force responded as the Master said it would to Joren speaking the secret name of Vydra against him.

Against Yanjon.

The Force was forcibly stripped from the man, leaving a painful scar in the Force, a hole in its fabric, personified by Vydra himself. He would leave, as he said, into exile, but in a matter of weeks, or months, maybe even years, if he lived a particularly good life, his consciousness would ebb through that rent and he would die. The actions of Joren - of Sistros - would create a ripple in the Force that would touch the Protectors - the Shadow, Braata, and Faya.

Indeed, that act would echo for eternity, until the End of Time, entwined and connected with the blood of Vydra Delomeux, with the blood of his blood, and the blood of their blood.

The pain that Joren had just inflicted would last for thirty-five millennia.

He would instantly know this, and know why this had to happen.

So would Vale, Dunkeel, and Zas'tel.

That the Masters actions had created an absolute timeline.

His Eye would travel to the End of Time - through the Apocalypse, the Twilight Wars, and the End - and it would happen exactly as he predicted.

Because it already had.

Typhojem, the Immortal God of the Sith, would cross into reality, and destroy it.

The Force itself had no choice but to follow its own flow... and only one way to stop it.

Vydra had just tried to interfere with that, in bequeathing his Forcesaber on Joren, in passing his Holocron of Prophecy to him, in revealing his Truth.

The Holocron contained a missing excerpt.

It was the underlying tension between them all. That they had secrets... when in-fact the only secret they each shared was their name. Had the Master asked them to keep everything else from their friends? It was their Truth, yes, but he left it to them to share it, or not. He had given them the choice...

... and the next thirty-five thousand years flowed from their choices.

Vydra paled, turned, and left.

Joren would return to his senses to discover Vale, Dunkeel, and the slightest edge of Zas'tel waiting for him.

Nothing had changed.

But everything had.

---
Elsewhere, the Mortis worldcraft, the greatest of the Tho Yor

The Father of Balance hadn't paid much attention to the galaxy in the last few millennia. He'd had his servants, the Gree, the Kwa, and the Killiks foremost among them to carry out his dictates and spread the creed of balance; to re-seed the galaxy with Force users to maintain the galaxy in the future to come.

But now he had a direct request from a Kwa to intervene on Nouane.

That something heretical was under-way.

He looked to his children, to his smirking Son, and his concerned Daughter, and felt that something had happened.

Something terrible.

Something that was supposed to have happened, in a galaxy where the Force was supposed to be an unending tide of possibilities...

... the decisions made on Nouane had created an absolute out of harmony, and now the Father knew he had to do something serious.

Or, rather, the Force decided for them.

He felt it.

He thundered.

"Where is she?"

---
The Clock-Tower, outskirts

Erwen scowled, long and hard.

The shadow - Zas'tel - it had clearly evaded him. He should have seen it - or sensed something - anything.

The officer activated his comlink again and sent another message to Vale.

I cannot confirm, but Zas'tel has vanished again. I suspect he's in the Clock-Tower, but I cannot confirm. I have officers on patrol near the warehouse. Permission to call on your wife to bulk up numbers? This isn't an official operation - the officers just 'happen' to be there.

He fiddled with his comlink, a slight sweat to his brow.

They were this close to the answer.

---
In orbit

A'nang could feel what had happened.

He was, after all, a Force user. It wasn't the wound that had fixed everything; it was the swelling confrontation within the Protectors. No one person could cause this tangle of events; this crashing together of fates was being done by them all.

His tongue tasted the air in his anxiety.

It was Vale and her pursuit of Zas'tel... it was Dunkeel and his attempts to take control of the narrative... it was Joren, and his increasing focus on his partner and child...

The tear, it was a mere consequence of what they were doing.

The Force couldn't tear... not unless it was taut, unless it was set in one direction, unless it was focused down one path and only one...

Like it had been...

A'nang launched his smaller launch for the City. He concealed it with the Force, but now he had decided; he was heading to the Clock-Temple.

I'm coming, Dunkeel. I'm coming, and I demand you hand to me the means which you foretold the future. In the name of the Father, the Celestials, and the Force itself.

That message he sent.

---
Elsewhere

The Gree were a cold, calculating species, of numbers and facts and knowledge.

It was them who had served the Celestials without fail, without flaw, creating the gate-network to connect the galaxy.

It was the Kwoth who took their technology and remade it for the Old Ones, and had swapped sides again to become the Kwa.

They were on the path of the Kwoth again - how could the Kwa not see it.

Whatever they had found on Nouane - the Gree would intervene and destroy it, win their war, and the Rakata would never seize the technology of the Celestials.

The Kwa had damaged the Force; it was time to end them and whatever weapon they had discovered.

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IC Zas’tel
The Force Ripples

Zas’tel had hidden himself in the shadows, observing Vale and Dunkeel as they worked. He could sense her curiosity and determination to discover his secrets, without even trying, from this distance. And then a rapid trio of events occurred. First her commlink chimed, which brought a small smile to his face, which could only be her tame officer letting her know he’d evaded the man. The second was Dunkeel’s commlink chiming as well, for what reason Zas’tel didn’t know. The third however...was more drastic.

The Force rippled, ripped, and Something happened. A distant part of his mind noted that the other two Protectors could see him as he writhed out of the shadows. He had no time or inclination to deal with either right no, his mind, his body, his spirit, his purest essence was roiling. That same detached part of his mind managed to get his body moving and before either Vale or Dunkeel could react, he was able to get himself, somehow, out of the meeting room.

In a weaving course, as though he didn’t have full control of himself, bounding and rebounding from the very walls as he moved, he took a staggering course that led him back to his own chambers. As the door shut, a wavering hand managed to reach up and secure the locks, before he collapsed on a heap on the floor. His body continued in it’s contortions as the true strife took place in his mind.

Instead of his normally dark, but comfortable mindscape his mind was roiling with blacks, whites, and every shade of grey. Slowly he was able to impress his own form into the chaos and a picture he held of himself appeared. However, as he came into focus a mirror image, identical in every detail faded into view opposite him.

“Wh...who...are you?” he rasped

In his own voice, no hint of the chaos roiling around them in it, “I am you and you are me.”

“How...what are you?” his voice sounded harsh and pained, even in his own ears.

A flat chuckle responded, “I told you already. But as to how, someone you know tore the Force rather violently just a few moments ago. And changes that may never have occurred are now given form to occur, such as this.”

Zas’tel, at least mentally was beginning to regain his bearings, “So you, you are a version of me, or something else looking as me. And you’re here to make the change happen.”

His mirror self’s eyes flashed, silver, black, then back to their normal shade, “Bingo.”

“You’re to supplant me and alter the course I’ve been set upon?”

Another flash and a chuckle, “Again, correct.”

“You forget all I have learned and know, from the Master’s teachings.” he chided, trying to buy time to shield his mind as best he could.

“I know all you know, and more. I, you, we have watched you a long time, waiting for such a moment.” the mirror replied. “And whether you keep the change from fully happening now or not, it will, it is inevitable and irreversible now.” With the last words the mirror launched itself at Zas’tel, flowing over and around him, completely engulfing him.

His defenses were not complete and he could feel his mirror invading his mind. ‘So be it. If I can’t keep it out, I will keep it in.’ he thought as the battle began.

The conjoined Zastels rolled around the mental landscape, each vying for control. From moment to moment the advantage shifted. In one moment a Zas’tel, robed as he was, was in ascendance, eyes a roil of greys, the next the only visible difference was again his eyes, returned to normal.

Slowly he was able to close off the chinks in his mental shields, reinforcing them to both keep things out and keep things in. But by the time they were in place, he could feel that the entirety of the mirror Zas’tel had entered and filled him. The battle continued for several long minutes more, as both wearied, both tried their last gasps for dominance.

He eventually came back to his senses, realizing he lay on the floor of his chambers. Rising, he looked around, the room was completely destroyed. In his battle with the mirror, the battle had also taken place in the real world and not just his mind. He was exhausted but could feel his strength slowly returning. However, he could feel that he’d only won this round of the battle because the other had just emerged and had not been at full strength. The mirror was still inside, growing in strength and power as he did, and it was several levels above his own. ‘It was right, I and it will be one, soon.’

He cleaned himself up, unlocking the door and slowly making his way back to the meeting room, wondering if either of the two who were there before would still be there. He faded back into the shadows as he moved, slipping through a convenient one as he reentered the meeting room, and returning to one near enough to observe and overhear Vale and Dunkeel. In the last moment before he was once again a mere shadow on the wall a flash of steel grey eyes flared from his hiding spot before shadow was all that remained in that spot.

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IC: The Narrator

With one Protector undone, four remain.

Sistros.

Braata.

Faya,

The Shadow.

Twilight is upon us.

The time has come.

For Chaos.

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---
IC: The Master
In the past

He peered through, and through.

Zas'tel was here, of course, and the Master tapped his chin.

They were both cloaked, both hidden from the Dark, that which prowled the galaxy, and of course, this City.

"But yes, as I was saying. I shan't be a bystander this time."

He handled the part-formed Holocron, eyeing the various screens that were connected to advanced holocams throughout the Clock-tower, the fourt quarters, even the hinterlands and northern regions.

"When I was younger, I saw a Twilight War. It was devastating."

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IC: The Narrator

Of course, Joren didn't know of the message from Dunkeel because his partner had deleted it in a moment of anxious panic.

Meanwhile, he and Vale didn't know that he had acted against Vydra because of what he had confessed.

Similarly, Joren didn't know that the crystalline Holocron of Prophecy he had been given by Vydra was no longer in the bag; it had been taken while at his home, or maybe even on its way there.

The five Holocron of Heresies had been given out already, after all.

So the bag was empty, in-fact.

Of course, Zas'tel had only to watch this, but in his heart he would feel that he was being tugged away; to where the Master had shown him how to access the Light; the World Between Worlds. It was a summons, but not by the Master.

Vale would be able to sense Zinara joining a loose and quiet cordon around the Clock-Tower, more and more plainclothes officers being added to the informal net, of course it placed all four Protectors within a web of tension, and the Force would tell all of them of the same. In the market not far from the front of the clock-tower, in the pilgrims that periodically came to visit, in the mourners that were even now adding to the number of bouquets and offerings -

In low-orbit, proceeding slowly to minimise the atmospheric disturbance, A'nang hissed to himself at the threat from Dunkeel. He could taste a growing confrontation in the Force, and a wound - a putrid, oozing injury to the worlds light. He didn't dare stop - whatever heresy was occurring here was too terrible to name. He homed in on the signal attached to Dunkeel's comlink... and his stone began to grow hot again. Darkness was nearby -

Meanwhile, Tera, fretting over what she had done, suddenly felt a twist inside her, and a pressure - not yet a pain, but a movement. The baby? The baby! The Force carried her cry to Joren, and his child's sudden, abrupt panic.

But the final piece was in high orbit now.

The largest Tho Yor.



Mortis was here.

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OOC: Combo with our devious GM

IC Zas’tel
Intrigue and being drawn away

Zas’tel grimaced at the thoughts roiling off of Dunkel and Vale. Both had things that they wanted to discuss, mostly with Joren, but he could sense Vale, at least, still felt he needed to be hunted down and confronted. As they left the room he slipped through the shadows, following in their wake.

He stuck to the shadows still as his fellow Protectors ran into their ‘leader’. He felt the bracing of Dunkel as he lashed out at Joren first.

"You smell of blood and speak merely of brooding, time, and. . .and things. Never mind ignoring my message of War and Summons upon us. Explain Leader. Now."

Before Joren could answer, he heard Vale lay into him as well.

“Where were you? And don’t you dare lie to us both and say you don’t know what I am talking about. We felt it, Vydra. What did you do?”

A smile formed on Zas’tel’s lips and the grey color returned to his eyes for a moment ’Even without assistance, the rift between your compatriots is widening.’ Satisfaction seemed to color the words of his ‘parasite’ for lack of a better word.

His eyes returned to their normal coloration, ’They have every right to be upssset, Vydra isss gone. And Joren sssseemsss to have ignored Dunkel’sss messssagess.’

A mental snort was his only reply. He turned his attention back to the other three in time to hear Joren respond.

“Before you attempt to spin the narrative even further, let me say that I never intended to keep this from you, I’m in as much pain as you are – maybe more so because I know the truth!”

“He kept it from all of us, in a vision, I saw–I saw someone access the World Between Worlds. Vydra came to me in private and admitted that it was him. He set all of these terrible events into motion, working behind our backs to train a new set of Protectors to send into the void. Dammit, he had his own set of Forcesabers and Holocrons to distribute, he claimed the Master urged him–augh!”

He heard Joren cry out his wife’s name and realized he must be feeling that she was in labor now. Swiftly he began moving toward the secondary exit to the Tower, knowing that it would be even more guarded now, but the summons he’d felt needed to be responded to, may be the only way to begin to close the rift between his compatriots, and possibly force his ‘parasite’ to leave him.

Sliding through the shadows, he caught the beginning of Dunkel’s retort before he disappeared out of sight and hearing.

"You leave now, and you will compound your troubles. Darkness is coming, a Croke whom has visited and is chaos. A being without solid form. A summoner is coming here now, demanding answers in the names of the Kwa and Celestials as well as for us to choose a mediator from our number."

By the time the last words were spoken, they seemed as through a distant tunnel while he sped through the Tower, racing because he felt that soon there would be no escape from their home. Once out of sight of the other Protectors he sped up, abandoning the shadows to follow the fastest path to the secondary entrance.

He slowed only as he closed upon it, sensing the forces array outside. Returning to the shadows he contemplated what he could or should do against the innocents outside whose only downfall, to date, was that Vale and Erwen were so desperate to get ahold of him. He also felt the window narrowing on his chance to escape, thanks to Dunkel, although he was unsure which had actually caused such to occur.

He wrapped himself in Darkness and allowed it to pulse before him through the door and the first few meters past the entrance. As it closed over the door he silently opened it and slipped through, ready to face the patrols waiting for him.

For a moment, Zas'tel would feel a hmmm through the Forcesaber, seeing what he saw; hearing what he heard; feeling what he felt. The Force was growing heavier by the moment, and there was a voice; male, smooth, like silk, just before it was used to garrote your throat.

I can see you, little darkness. You have a robe spun from the skin of -

"Push the cordon in," came the shout of Erwen, determined and excited - completely unaware of what had happened to Vydra, or to Joren, or to Dunkeel's predicament. There was just the Protector that Vale and tacitly Vydra too had directed to hunt.

He had his mandate - and a belief that Zas'tel was in-fact the menace pushing along this City to self-destruction - as the one who intervened in the actions of another Defel, as the one who tweaked the already tense Zinara, who had used his inside knowledge of Vale's relationship, of the Defel -

No, Erwen focused, and the ever-enlarging group of plain-clothes officers, circled the perimeter of the Clock-Temple. He had placed the majority of his men and women opposite the place where the Protectors were huddled, rhyming that the others would sense Zas'tel -

Indeed, there was arguably no way that the Defel could escape, not with the current configuration and deployment of the officers; Erwen had tightened up the network, blocked the accesses with parked speeders, and generally done his job especially well.

But point? The officers who had worked the Defel district and knew the ways of shadow moving; any who had knowledge of Force users; any who had demonstrated particular strength of will.

Which meant Zinara was on point.

Zas’tel’s maw broadened into a grimace as he sensed all that was arrayed against him. He reached out to the shifty, slimy voice that taunted him first, ’You can have your chance, to kill me it seems, after I get past all these people who seem bound and determined to keep me here.’

Even as he sent the message he sensed the shell of energy close behind him, the Tower locked away, keeping the other three inside. ’No way back for now.’

He kept his laughter to himself as he sensed the anger, the beliefs inside Erwen, the man could be no more wrong than if he was facing the Darkness and trying to tell others it was the Light. His absolute devotion, it felt, to Vale meant he’d blinded himself to the fact the others were the ones whose actions had brought about the current situation. As a matter of fact, none of them seemed to realize they had done it to themselves.

To further complicate the situation the man had thought deeply about what to do to keep him trapped. He recognized the scents and essences of many of the officers arrayed around the Tower, those who had worked in districts where the Defel lived. And then to further complicate the situation, Erwen had brought Vale’s wife, Zinara here. He couldn’t blow through the officers, using his energy to make them move as he passed, would not cause harm to his fellow Protectors spouse. He would have to face Erwen at some point and pointedly explain to the man the error of his beliefs. And brace Vale for her overly deep obsession about him that had brought them all to this point.

Then he smiled, as he formulated a plan, hidden in the depths of the shadows by the Tower. He reached out to the Tho Yor the Master had left. If the others truly wanted it to have gone this far he would humor them. He called it to him, even as he moved. He sent out a thought, not giving Zinara a chance to sense where the thought came from, ’I am sssorry that Erwen and your wife’ssss obsssesssion with my Purposssse hassss dragged you into thisss, but I am not the villain of the pieccce, I ssswear.’

He felt the Tho Yar approaching and knew he just had to stay uncaptured for long enough for the ship to reach him. Deflecting a Force Push from a nearby wall, he made it seem that he was in the patch of shadows there, using his abilities to force the blocking speeders away from a potential escape path.

The ship became evident, and the cordon was divided; half the officers looked up, especially those with less Defel experience, but even those who did couldn't ignore the small dipyramid that floated up. The speeders began to rustle, and many of them were distracted looking at them, but Zinara didn't shift. She was looking directly at the clock-Temple, waiting for a shadow to detach from the wall, or step forward.

But everyone else was artfully, completely, and utterly, distracted.

All it took was one pair of eyes.

The summons grew stronger, physically pulling at Zas'tel, trying to drag him along - but not yet succeeding.

Zas’tel kept to the shadows as the Tho Yor approached. As he hoped, a good portion of the officers were distracted by the ship slowly drifting closer overhead. He felt the pull of whatever it was that was trying to ensure he came to it. But even the distraction of the speeders being jostled around didn’t distract all of the officers and he truly did not want to cause harm to them.

The one specifically he did not wish to face directly, or face her spouse should he have to face her, was Zinara. Not that he was afraid but that he knew the situation would be much worse with Vale if he had to do anything to her wife. But the thought also caused another to run through his mind. Reaching out, he touched Zinara’s mind. ’I am not your foe. But sssomething hasss happened in the Tower. There wassss an argument between the other Protectorsss and the Tower isss now ssssealed. And Vale isss trapped inssside.’

He waited, watching the Tho Yor begin to drift into range as he waited to see if that distracted her as well.

Zinara scowled, and spoke aloud. "You do anything to my wife, and I'll hunt you to death. We just want to talk, and account for your actions." She took a step forward, keeping her mind focused, notwithstanding that her heartbeat, or the ship in her extreme peripherals, or the chaos and consternation surrounding her.

"Copy?" That was Erwen, in her ear-piece.

"It's Zas'tel. He's telling me that Vale is in danger."

Erwen paused before he replied; the same strength that Zinara had against Force users was also her downfall and connection; Zas'tel had targeted that. "There are three Protectors meeting, I gather, but no violence we're aware of. I spoke to Vale a moment ago by comms; she told me to keep at Zas'tel. He is the key to unravelling the mystery of the Master of Masters."

At that, Zinara blinked, but focused as best she could, as all her worries and fears about that man flooded inside her.

She was one of the most formidable women on this planet; it was something Vale had joked about, or admired, but today it was true. This Defel was at the heart of it; her investigative sense was exacting in this. Her gut would not let this go.

Without Zas'tel, they had nothing.

Even as a Tho Yor appeared on the opposite side of the Clock-Tower to the other three, caught up in the pivot point... their finale... their Epitaph, if they were not careful.

Zas'tel would be politely notified by his ship, via their mental link, that another, cloaked, Kwa ship was heading down to the Temple, and it was being interrogated by the Prime Tho Yor, which had just arrived in orbit carrying three passengers... and pursuing a fourth.

The pressure mounting in the Force was tectonic by this point.

Zas’tel, by this point, was trying not to allow these people to annoy him but their attitude was that that seemed as though he was a criminal and not as worthy of respect as the other Protectors. Instead of directing his energy toward those who sought him he repeated the trick with the speeders, albeit with a great deal more Force. His intention was to scatter the entire ranks of speeders.

'ACCOUNT FOR MY ACTIONSSSS??? Am I not a Protector on equal termssss with your ssspoussse, not sssome common criminal assess everyone, even your sssspoussse now ssseemsss to act? Sssshe wanted my Truth, which the Massster gave to me, asss he gave to each of usss. A Truth not to be ssshared with anyone unlessss the one whossse Truth it isss decidesss to ssshare it! Assssk her to ssshare her own Truth with you before sssshe usssessss you or anyone to force mine from me! And, Zinana, I am not threatening Vale, I had nothing to do with the Tower being ssshut to all. Blame your ssspoussse and thossse who dessssire to Force my hand.'

He felt that the Tho Yor was now in range for his purposes. And then it was as though a hurricane of wind roared through the space surrounding the exit, blasting speeders away, knocking the officers off their feet, anything not nailed down went flying. If one could see through that maelstrom they’d see a shadow burst out of the concealing shadows, not at them, but vertically. By the time any of the officers could regain their feet all they would see would be the hem of Zas’tel’s cloak disappearing inside the Tho Yor as the canopy closed.

He sat back into the command chair, still on edge that the scene had to have occurred but even his fellow Protectors were thinking themselves above all others, himself included. ’Good, remember that feeling, give me control, I will show them the error of their ways.’ He shook his head as the thought welled up from deep inside him, as did the energy of the one who now inhabited him. ’I still control myself, and I will resolve this!’ he thought in response.

He cleared his mind for a moment, turning his mental attention to the Tho Yor, ”Follow the trail of whatever is summoning me, I suspect toward the World Between Worlds, please.”

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IC: A'nang
Descending in a Kwa shuttle

In the middle of it all, of Vale and Dunkeel's confrontation with Joren, with the plan running to snatch Zas'tel, led by Erwen and Zinara, there was a surge in the Force which identified the Defel after so long; he was here, on the move, and had used the Force against civilians.

Zinara felt pained in the Force, and Erwen worried, but Zinara knew well enough her wife to emphasise that she was fine; even if she wasn't Force sensitive, she remained Vale-sensitive. A'nang's worry in the Force bleated against Dunkeel, and his proximity, dropping into the atmosphere in his stealth-equipped shuttle. On top of this, Tera's panic began to hit a crescendo, and the child reached out for Joren, all the more panicked -

It was a girl.

The Tho Yor sphere caught the Kwa eye, especially because the sensors were keyed to pick up other Tho Yors... such as the Prime in orbit.

There was a shift of energy, and the Prime reached out for Zas'tel's ship and drew it up. A'nang swallowed, surprised at that. He looked up as the ship rose swiftly - secured but not disabled, so if the Defel saw fit he could leap free - and as the Kwa watched, two shapes emerged from the underside of the Tho Yor Prime - of Mortis - screaming into the Force.

The Force screamed back, crushing upon the confrontation between Vale, Joren and Dunkeel.



This what they had done.

The people looked up all around the City, looking up at the coming creatures, a Griffin of White, and a Bat of Black...

A Winged Goddess...

... and Fanged God.

But of course, they had their own personal issues here and now to draw them away from what was happening.

Their decisions had led to this point, but not where would their decisions lead?

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OOC: Tiny Defel, great big Celestial, with @Sinrebirth

IC Zas’Tel
Being guided

The Tho Yor sailed through the sky, heading toward where Zas’Tel believed the rift to the World Between Worlds would be. And then it changed course. Inquiring to the sphere told him that it was being drawn toward the massive Prime Tho Yor hanging over everyone. As the ship headed there he observed two creatures, of immense Power appear from within, seeming to head in the direction of the Clock Tower.

He reached out, about to open the hatch to his ship, then paused. His fellow Protectors had already deemed him dangerous, or at least Vale had done so and was trying to convince the others of that so he knew going back would put his own mission in jeopardy. And the Master was the one who had introduced them to the craft so perhaps he had returned. The imposing craft above he couldn’t penetrate so he had no way of knowing if that was the case, so the only way to know was to allow him to bring him to it.

Sitting back in the control seat, he closed his eyes, letting himself be drawn to the craft. He could sense the intense emotions swirling around the City, coming from the second craft that also hung in the sky, as well as the void in the dark that was the shape of the immense bat and the blazing star of light that was the griffin. Nouane was rapidly becoming the focal point for something, perhaps the Epitaph the Master had oftentimes spoken of. But for now all he could do was travel in his Tho Yor and wait for what was to come.

The miniature Tho Yor was drew above the clouds, towards the massive monolith in orbit. While the larger one had a red limn to it, the dipyramid design was unmistakable.

The symbol upon the Tho Yor glowed, and then irised opened, a wave of light consuming Zas'tel's ship.



He arrived within a realm that, from scans, seemed as immense as the world he had just left, a reality bigger on the inside. Clearly the larger Tho Yor was a portal to another place, one with a dual nature; as his ship floated down, it revealed both natural light and dark violence cresting across the vista.



There was not much to add apart from the ethereal nature of it all; the lack of true nature, yet the unmistakable proof in the blooming of flowers and plants, to the swift death and replacement with jagged trees - apotheosis contained in a single contradictory place.

In the distance, seemingly perpetually between the two combating seasons and worldviews, was a Temple-like structure, and in the blackened world, a great baleful tower, and in the verdant one, another place. Three constructs, one of light, dark and perpetual balance...

Eternal Twilight.

As his Tho Yor entered the larger cousin to it Zas’Tel’s senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the imagery, the sights, the sounds, the smells of a whole world, obviously not contained by the small shell of the, admittedly, very large Prime Tho Yor. His eyes took it in, shading his sight as he looked toward the brightly lit side, peering deeply into the night, the dark.

His craft continued it’s movement, and he reached out his senses, almost overwhelmed by the power of the Force in this place. It felt as though the Light and the Dark had come together as one on the, had to be, world. It made him doubt that the Master was here but he was not in control of the craft and once he’d entered he knew that he’d only leave at the behest of the occupants of this world.

He closed off his senses except for a narrow thread of thought that reached out, one at a time to the three structures. With the first two, he sensed almost the living presence of the Light and opposite the same sense of presence but of the Dark. However these were fading even as he touched upon the structures which made him conclude that the occupants were the two beings he’d seen headed toward the Clock Tower.

That left the Temple-like structure. When he reached out his mind toward that edifice and touched it his whole body writhed, eyes turning grey, Yes, there, that place. That place is where we must go.

Shaking his snout, ’I, we, have no choice. This Tho Yor is travelling there on its own. If I had control your recommendation would make me steer clear of it.’

The Tho Yor indeed was heading towards the place between, and it was in short order drew to a ridge atop the Temple. The landscape grew stony, and grey, pallid in nature. The world around the Defel fell into one element, and did not shift as it had before between life and death.



As they crested the landing platform jutting out into the air, from the cockpit Zas'tel would be able to see inside the Temple - the monastery. The Force felt firm, as if caught between a tension. But it pressed against the cloak that he wore, and not through him.

It protected him, as a Protector would.



Zas’Tel descended from the Tho Yor, feeling the overwhelming Power of the place pressing all around him, yet the Master’s gift kept him from being swept up in it. He could see that the only way that was left for him was to enter the Temple. Something, someone, had called him to them and he knew that he must answer the summons or he would be trapped in this place for good. The twilight of the place suited him and his eyes well, and seemed to please the presence still wrestling for control inside him. The fact that both that presence and he himself felt the same in that was an almost nauseating one but he there was nothing he could do about it.

He began to follow the lit path that led deeper into the Temple. The eerie stillness of the place had him attempting to stick to the shadows but the way the path was designed he had little choice but to stay in the lightly lit path. The silence had him hold his tongue, the almost monastic feel and the sense that whatever presence had called him would likely be ill amused if he began calling out and giggling at the echoes, as well.



At the end of the corridor there sat a man, and he stood slowly, turning around. To describe him visually was one thing, but in the Force, he was power; an incredible amount of it. He held a hand to his beard and stroked it in thought, examining with his eyes the Defel before him, seeing Zas'tel in ways which defied definition. While yes the black cloak hid him; while yes his own natural talents hid him; while yes he could will himself with the Force to be as small as he wished, it would make no difference to this man.

To this being.

Zas’tel came to a halt before the seated being. Even without touching the Force he could feel this being, like his presence pressed against everything, including himself. He could tell that the cloak protected him to a degree, but that the being could see into his most remote depths. In the depths he felt his intruder, felt the shared awareness of who this must be. His ‘parasite’ knew this being, who and what he was, but refused to share the information with Zas’tel.

His gaze rose, his eyes meeting the being, ”I have been called here, I do not know why, but I have come as I was called.” In his depths there was a chuckle from his ‘parasite’.

"Reluctantly, though," the sagacious man said, stroking slowly. "With conflict clinging to you like a shadow... in-spite of all your attempts to become Shadow, even. The Protectors were not meant for this task, and I fear what you have done in the absence of one to discuss matters with."

He kept his eyes fixed on Zas'tel even as he searched his shrouded face. The Defel would know that the man's gaze pierced the hood with aplomb, through no appreciable effort.

Zas’tel felt his very essence being plumbed even still, by this man. ”I have done as the Master asked, have followed his rules, attempted to do as he set forth, became his Shadow.”

The pressure upon him in the gaze made him pause but something told him to speak, at least a part, of the fullness of what happened. ”But, just before your arrival, something happened, the Force ripped, something came through.” His eyes flashed the flat grey of the midpoint of Light and Dark, for but a moment as he spoke.

The man continued to stroke his chin. "Yes, something did come into existence, but not because of the tear you describe." He paused, silent for a moment, regarding the man and his cloak and his truths. The Master was not why he was here. Indeed, he was not why any of them were here.

"You know not what it is, do you, Master Zas'tel? Do you have a... thought, with all your knowledge?"

Zas’tel considered the words, considered the why of what was happening, and all the answers were not there, not yet. ”I can only imagine that something corrupted the timeline, has caused this,” his eyes shifted again to grey and his voice was rougher, as though he were fighting the words themselves, ”that the Master himself has caused the true flow to be altered.”

He shook his head, the buzzing in it having grown even stronger in the presence of this man. It felt as though this man and whatever was inside him were linked, were tied to each other. He did not know why but with the man’s presence the strength of his ‘parasite’ had redoubled. ”Something about this place, about you, is giving it strength, revitalizing it.”

The man paused, lowering his hand and linking his fingers. "We are not speaking of an absent Master who does not appear to even exist; not any longer. We are speaking of you, and I, as the Father of the Ones, as a Celestial, can see that what has happened has already happened; the Force has acquired a fixed point - one that I cannot see beyond."

"Now the Force has that, it can be broken, and twisted. When that occurs," he gestured to Zas'tel. "An act of self-balance occurs. In the future, I can see that the imbalance will prove so terrible as to birth great and terrible acts of correction - a cycle of ever increasing moments which will fundamentally destabilize reality."

The Father sat back. "And it is not just your action, no, but actions you will take, and have taken... and the actions the others have taken, will do that. There is no one point that I can see that will change this. An accrual of dozens of decisions made here, on Nouane, have done that. Whether a Change has been sought, or an Ending, I could not say."

He held a hand to his chest. "As I am Balance Incarnate, it is undoubted that what is changing your Fate within you is merely responding to the Imbalance you are propagating." The Father seemed to have more to say, but did not.

”What has arrived is trying to change what has been set in motion? So is it that or us that are going to destabilize the galaxy? Was the whole purpose the Protectors were created for to save the galaxy or bring about its end? Why have I been chosen then as the agent of change?” Much of what this man was speaking about Zas’tel would have to consider long and hard as he caused more questions than answers, made him doubt the purpose that the Master had set for him. ’Do I let this thing growing inside me take control, is that what is needed?’ he thought.

The Father returned to stroking his chin. "I don't know," he admitted. "But what I do know is that the presence within you is growing directly in response to what has been done - what is being done," the Father corrected. "The Force was fixed; but you are each fulfilling it and yet resisting it."

He mused. "Whatever grand choreography that has occurred, you are part of the problem and solution." He closed his eyes in thought. "But it is clear that cloak you wear is all that is keeping you alive, isolated from the Force in-part, but not in-full. The spectrum you and other mortals usually view - but in other wavelengths, you exist, and are souring... giving way to what sentience rises within you."

"The cloak must thus remain... and while it is my wish not to kill you, I suspect only a catastrophic event will prevent the fissure in the Force from killing it." The Father frowned. "There was an ancient foe that thought similarly to this; of wounding the Force and placing another wound within it - more than one, a fracture which echoed and built upon itself until all life was deafened."

"The ultimate betrayal, you see - of all."

"I cannot remember his name... it was so many millennia ago now; in the Cosmic Wars."

The Father paused. "But she is more direct than I; she may consider it necessary to kill this entire world, and my children are on their way to stop her."

As the man spoke a sense of sadness came over Zas’tel, ’He knows not what I am, what his future holds, why that means I am here.’ He got glimpses of wars, betrayal, tides being turned one way or another, before the ‘parasite’ retreated once more.

“She? I know not your hierarchy but I am guessing the two creatures I passed are your children. And each represents one of the sides here, the lush and fertile and the dreary and dark. But how is this other here and none know of her?” Zas’tel now feared for his fellow Protectors, that they would soon be faced by beings such as this man and not know how to respond as he was still unsure of every direction the man’s thoughts wandered.

”I will do all I can to ensure things happen as they must to keep the galaxy safe, but a catastrophic event? Is that the Twilight War the Master said was just starting, that we must protect the galaxy from?”

The Father paused. "The Twilight War is beginning as we speak, my friend. It has already begun. Your Master appears to be managing it, as inevitable as it was, perhaps it was destined, perhaps he caused it. I know not; I just face reality as it now is."

"You must follow your path, or you will remain within this purgatory of existence and non-existence... even if that path is about to intercede with that of who my children have put aside their differences to stop." The Father turned aside. "It is the aftermath that we must contend ourselves with."

"When the Twilight Wars - for there will inevitably be many - are over, what will stand? Our focus must be on what is to come... the Twilight Wars are they themselves now unavoidable." The Father appeared grim. "You and the other Protectors have made that clear."

He collected himself and began to walk away. "The shadow fleets in the dark corners of the galaxy will soon know that one of their Gods has escaped her prison... and it will be a beacon for the others to come - the doors to Chaos will open en masse, and the Daritha's rise up."

"If your Master has prepared for the after, then we will be saved. If not, then he is as malicious as we fear and we are indeed, truly, doomed." The Father birthed wings and floated into the blackness of the monastery.

”Wait, how do I get out of here?” Zas’tel called after the disappearing figure. He knew he had to leave and continue his mission, follow the path the Master had laid before him, but if he could not escape this place then he would be trapped with this sometimes confusing man and those he called his children, when they returned.

A flash of light, and Zas'tel was standing by his ship, which regarded him innocently, piqued but also simply here for the ride.

Zas’tel reentered his Tho Yor, the conversation he had just had running through his mind. A thought arose, a great sadness tinging it, ’I pity him his future, what he must face, but he’s strayed as much as any have.’ He shook his head, exclaiming ”What!!” out loud but his ‘parasite’ remained silent.

He reached out to the Tho Yor as it closed, directing it to exit the Prime Tho Yor and head toward the hilltop where the call that had drawn him had come from. He would see if it still did after knowing he’d visited this place, once he exited.

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GM note, which will be deleted in due course. Apologies for the delay, I lost the ability to write on the 24th, and I am playing-catch-up.

DRL pending, we will be proceeding to the explosive finale of the game shortly. Things have come to a head, and they will be revealed.

This is not the end of your character arcs (plot depending), but the Twilight Wars are upon us.

If anyone needs anything from the GM, please let me know.

@Mitth_Fisto, @QueenSabe7, @HanSolo29

@darthbernael, you will have a PM at some point this week

 

IC: Darkness
At the hills above the City



He stood there, or, rather, floated, amusement frothing the Force.

There it was, the immense Tho Yor descending from orbit, about to break the cloud-cover and be evident to the people of this City. The panic... the pandemonium... it would be succulent. His Lady was here, following a Change in the Force, looking to take advantage of it all. As Darkness sat, peering, he saw the smaller Tho Yor of Zas'tel looping down, following the strand of Fate that Darkness had picked at.

Above him, directly above, Darkness could sense the thinness of realities wall.

There was a way through here; he wondered what was beyond it?

The Croke waited until the Tho Yor had settled, and the ramp spilled, and Darkness released a pulse into the Force. It rebounded off the Black-Coat; highlighting it's location. Yes, the material was designed to make the Chistori hidden from the Force, and unaffected by the dark powers he was using without realising, but it didn't mean Darkness couldn't take advantage of it.

Dunkeel, Vale and Joren would each be able to, for the briefest of moments, feel exactly where Zas'tel was.

And they could feel that he was surrounded by the dark side.

And that they stood beneath the way to the Light; to the World Between Worlds.

"So you've discovered the Truth."

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IC: Abeloth
Nouane City proper

It hadn't taken much for her to follow the source of the Change. It had allowed her to escape her sixty-five millennia long imprisonment in the Maw; she had to know how the Force had been influenced to allow her escape. And so, she had made it hear, taking control of a ship she had lured in with the Force; a ship she had put down at the edge of civilisation and followed to the City.

Of course, she'd been noticed. But she still had time.

In the guise of a young woman, she stepped through the milling cordon and crowd, which had regrouped as a set of plainclothes officers; there had been eighty such officers in this operation, all at the direction of Erwen. This was the full deployment that the Lords and Lady of Nouane had beqeauthed upon the Protectors to keep the peace.



"Hello, sweeties."

As she crossed the plaza that fronted the Clock-Tower, where Vale, Joren and Dunkeel all stood, and had all sensed Zas'tel, she introduced herself with a souring of the Force. She used the attention upon her to reveal her true horror. Her arms split into tentacles, and her pupils expanded to blacken her entire eye and reveal pinpricks of light at their centers. Her skin burst into maggots and other insectile carrion, for she was not in the body of a Force user.

Spoiler

And they had what she wanted.

"I stand before you as the Destructor, prophecised to destroy the Protectors... I can see it now, in this place, that your Master tried to manipulate fate itself... and your choices have led to this point; when the Force is Changed, the monsters it kept within its embrace can be released... I am the heir of your failures... and your death!"

Her tentacles extended, seeking to ensnare them. One of them. Any of them.

Then a cacophony of screams above the City as an over-sized griffin and bat emerged from the cloud cover, arching down towards the Clock-Temple.

The pain of Tera, the proximity of Zinara, the thwarted cordon...

... and Zas'tel, from their perspective, swaddled in Darkness, standing at the edge of the Light they had sworn to protect.

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OOC: I know, I know, you all didn't want me talking to him but I had to stall him while you dealt with little miss crazy Celestial. With @Sinrebirth

IC Zas’tel and the Darkness
Just before the Door to the Light

The conversation that Zas’tel had just had with the balanced being was still running through his mind as the Tho Yor descended. It kept his attention and, because of the Black Coat he wore, he only peripherally noticed the darkness that was gathering around his ship as it dropped toward the hilltop, a very familiar hilltop.

The ship threw up a warning just before a pulse in the Force swept over the ship. As it did he grimaced, realizing the creature on the hill had done so specifically to let his fellow Protectors know where he was. The ‘guest’ inside him chuckled at it ’Games and more games. I believe this one has to do with what is happening to your fellow Protectors. And that was to divide their attention. We’re surrounded by darkness and they have to face whatever is there, so any distraction will gain an advantage.’

The Tho Yor landed and Zas’tel took a moment to stare at the being on the hilltop, wearing a shape he didn't recognize but that seemed familiar. There was little he could sense of it, aside from a feeling of age. With a sigh, he triggered the opening mechanism, leaped to the ground, and closed the ship with a command that it should only open to him again, reinforcing what he knew was already there.

Turning, he chuckled, another who believed he knew the Truth. His guest chuckled in unison, but in a way that seemed to indicate it had more knowledge of the situation than he. Looking at the shape there, [coor= #643200]”You again, your voice gives you away. Let us continue then. There are truths and there are Truths, so you tell me.”[/color]

"Yes, me again," Darkness said. He shifted to that Sorceror of Tund outfit. "I peeked in the Holocron of Prophecy, once, and saw my son, and he had a garish taste in attire, but he was intending to impose fear... carving out his own fiefdom to include the legacies of the Sith, Celestials and so forth..."

"But alas I did not partake in anything more of note," he said coyly. "But I thought it appropriate to keep to my voice... even if I take the form of my preference for once."

"So you know what the Master did, no?" A leer, as the spectre shifted around and around. "What he fixed into place?"

Zas’tel smiled, inside the hood, ”Yes, I know what he fixed in place.” he actively avoided looking toward where the rift that lead to the World Between Worlds would open if needed, sensing that to do so would give away even more than should be. ”I also know what the easiest, not the best but the easiest solution would be to rectify that, but it’s not the right solution, no matter how easy it is.”

He looked up at the figure, almost all beings either affected a height or was of a height taller than he so it wasn’t that much of a stretch to do so. ”I take it you’re partially responsible for that chaos down there.” His hand, in the Coat, waved in the direction of the Son, Daughter, and the chaos of the city. ”Distracting the others with a great adversary, one of extreme power, so that you have the time to convince me of the rectitude of your beliefs?”

The Darkness leaned over his shoulder, and peered over the Defel's shoulder. "I mean... would it be easier for you, my friend, to blame me? That all of this is the machinations and manipulations of the Darkness - of the most ancient of evils?"

"Would it, Shadow?"

Zas’tel laughed, a clear, humor filled laugh, ”Why should I blame you, it is your nature after all. One does not have to be Dark by nature to make the easy choices, just that repetitively making those easy choices leads deeper down the path to Darkness. But too much Darkness or too much Light would accelerate the process the Master set in motion.”

He’d been called Shadow many times but this time the ‘guest’ of his seemed to paused, as though he was considering the word and its potential for the future. ’Shadow, a good name. You, me, however are not a Shadow of me, but me, now in the flesh, but I will need Shadows in the future.’

The Darkness seemed to read his mind, though of course he didn't. Minds had a confluence, after all. "Ah yes, too much Darkness... which means, of course, that every Darkness belongs to a Light. Each and everyone has an opposite which created it... right until the point that there is no Light... and Darkness is the natural state of things."

He flitted around Zas'tel. "One could say that Darkness is realities true nature, no?"

The ‘guest’ began to speak in Zas’tel’s mind, then stopped, leaving him wondering what was something that the parasite was willing to pass on that was important enough to respond to what the Croke had said. But enough of that being’s mentality was beginning to seep through to Zas’tel’s mind he could use it as though it were his own.

”You seem to have it half right but, given your own alignment, only have it that half right. There is or can be no Light without Darkness or no Darkness without Light. Each needs the other, needs to have that polar opposite or other outcomes occur. Too much of either with nothing to Balance and the End may come. Quite often though, before that, if Darkness rules, someone will rise to the Light and lead others to it. When too much Light reigns, someone inevitably falls to the Dark.”

He chuckled, thinking about the image of that made him almost see the Son and Daughter on a beam, one rising as the other drops until the other rose in their place and they dropped. It was interesting the things that come to mind when the fate of the galaxy may hang in the balance.

”So no, Darkness is not the natural state, nor is Light. The galaxy is a mash of shades of grey, and unless you wish for the End of Time it had better remain in that state.”

The Darkness fluttered around. "Is not the stated goal of the Protectors to stop said Ending?"

His cloaked visage loomed over Zas'tel's cloaked face. "Or is it to achieve something else, I wonder? After all..."

A twirled, and he turned his back on Zas'tel to peer down upon the chaos in the City. "Isn't the real question whose Darkness I am?"

Zas’tel looked at the Croke’s back, mirth dancing in his mind, was this ancient being truly trying this, here and now. It seemed he was. ”Darkness all comes from one source.” He grunted as the parasite laughed, ’Yeah, just as Light does, me.’

He shuddered at the thought of what that could portend, but he still had to keep the Darkness talking, keep him from his goal until the others could deal with what was occurring in the City. ”As to stopping the End of Time, you may see our goal as more lofty than it is. We are to Protect the people from the Destructors, well they are, mostly,” his hand once again took in the chaos in the distance ”my task is slightly different, but it doesn’t mean taking that easy route you offer. Easy routes often turn out to be the more complex ones in the end.”

"Yes, they do," the Darkness said. The Croke shifted again, as if deciding. "So what can I offer you, Zas'tel, to use that Forcesaber of yours to bring the Light here? For once the True Light - the Light of the World Between Worlds - is corrupted, there will be no need for Darkness any longer..."

"The End of Time can be undone, by simple surrender..."

Zas’tel chuckled once more, ”I must give it to you, you are nothing if not persistent. I know your need but it does not mean I would give you what you desire. My desire is simple but you are in no position to give it to me.”

He could hear the chaos in the city still and knew that the other Protectors had their hands full with that situation, but this one, this simple conversation, was almost more important than a battle between the forces arrayed there. This was it, the choice between the End now, which he knew would occur if the Light were tainted, or some future unknown where the End came by different means.

Looking back up at the Darkness, ”The Father could not, would not, give me what I need so I know you would be completely unable to do so.”

His mouth moved as he fought for control of it with the being inside, his eyes flickered with various colors, his own and a neutral grey, before an almost whisper came forth, ”I will not be denied, will not let you taint either half of me, will not let you destroy my galaxy.”

Zas’tel threw back his head and howled, fighting for control once more, and finally forcing back down the presence. Lowering his snout, he panted for a moment, ”I know my role, know what I must do, no matter the Master’s orders or not. I will not open the way.”

TAGS: @Sinrebirth, @QueenSabe7, @HanSolo29, @Mitth_Fisto

 

OOC: A combo between Zas'tel and the Master, in the past of course, with @Sinrebirth

IC Zas’tel and the Master
Discussions

Zas'tel had gone to go from their little chitchat, about the Forcesaber, and the future, and the need to avoid paradoxes and to watch. "I suppose that'll be all?" The Defel had said.

"There is one more thing, actually." The Master turned to the edge of the room.

"It's not just that Truth and my Forcesaber that you get. Nope. You've another surprise today. You'll love this." He turned to the edge of the room, and dragged a box over. It was somewhat pyramidal, but stubby, without a tip. "I need you to keep this out of the way for a bit... but you can't open it. Ever."



"Yeah, I know. The faces are kinda creepy."

“Creepy, uh huh, that’s the word I’d use for it.”

Zas’tel looked at the pyramid thing and then at the Master. He certainly did believe that the Master intended for him to take the device. ‘This thing is almost as big as I am!’ he thought.

“So I have to take this, hide it, and never open it, riiiggghhtt. And where is the dolly so I can cart this thing around? You do realize it’s as big as I am.”

He looked around for such a thing, but for the moment he didn’t see one. “Is there anyone that I am supposed to deliver it to down the eons? Unless you tel me, I won’t know, no Holocron of my own, you know.”

"Oh, you'll know, when the Dark One arises that undoes the Balance forever." The Master shrugged, pointing to the faces. "Twelve individuals across time, some dark, some light, who will be made to decide Fate itself."

"You'll take the box to the fated place, and you'll be reunited; completing the rest of your Truth." He wandered around the room, hands tucked behind his back as ever. "Like I say," the Master wagged his finger. "Never open the box."

A small smile touched the face of the Shadow, “12 hmm, Dark and Light, and reunited.”

Zas’tel snorted, “Master you do know, I’m sure, most of the others believe that the Protectors are or serve the Light alone so I doubt they’d enjoy that those of the Dark will be necessary to make your grand vision come to pass.”

He studied the box, studied the faces, trying to imprint them on his mind, wondering who they were, or rather would be. “I will attempt to resist the temptation of opening it, hard though it will be, but it does intrigue the whole situation, as much you have given me to do has done.”

"It's not my grand vision, Zas'tel," the Master gestured lazily to the Forcesaber. His Forcesaber. "It's what you've shown me will happen. The terrible Twilight War., the twelve faces, the Dark One..." A slight sigh. "The End of Time itself."

The Master stroked his chin, in exaggerated, mocking, fashion. "Alright, you convinced me. I'll tell you, but you have to promise, never to open the box." He held up his hand, stooping to Zas'tel's level, to whisper in his ear.

Zas’tel snorted, sure the Master would give up some secret but not the entirety of it, that was not the Master’s way. He held still as the other ducked and moved close, to whisper the secret. He hoped it gave even a small measure of clarity but was also sure it would raise more questions the Master wouldn’t answer than those he would.

He leaned forward, and whispered what was in the box, and then leaned back, arms on his hips.

"But like I say, you can't tell anyone what is inside it."

The Master turned to go, waving his finger lazily. "But remember, keep the box hidden, and watch everything with your eyes, and, well, my eye, and everything will be fine."

He paused. "Oh, and don't ever take off my coat. As long as you wear it, you'll be truly invisible."

Zas’tel considered what the Master told him. Yes he certainly could not tell anyone what had been said, he'd hold it until it revealed itself. “Somehow, I’ll find a way, Master. And watch everything and everyone that I can. As to invisibility, that will be very handy, not to mention frustrate my fellow Protectors quite a lot.” The last said with a small smirk.

"I thought you'd appreciate a way to hide from the Light, after all." A grin rolled into the Force.

He nodded to himself. "I think that's everything, for now. Any final questions for your Master?"

Zas’tel gave a grunting cough of laughter at the Master’s grin. “There will always be questions, Master, but I know you'll make me find the answers on my own.”

The Master nodded again. "Indeed I will." He turned, drawing himself up. "There is only one last thing to say, I would say, Sistros."

He placed his hand over his heart.

"May the Force be with you."

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