Grievous War: PrologueMore Like This
The cold halls of Invisible Hand seemed to sap the life out of everything that lurked throughout each corridor, lending each soul living within the hivemind of mechanical droids and endless passages an icey shoulder. The two Jedi assaulted through these ways with a spearhead mounting them: the force. Each way they turned they seemed confident they would find their way to him. They were assured they would catch him this time. The corner they turned would've have been one like any other, had only their eyes not met in utter peril with what lay in front of them.
A cadre of battle droids loomed over as a wall, primarily made up of the advanced Super Battle Droid models and a few of the fierce magnaguards that stood with their metal shoulders straight and their staff's in hand. The one which sported a hairy red across his chin had immediatley turned to the center of the automatons, looking to see the core machination among them all
Humanistic MonsterWhen is a man no longer a man,More Like This
But rather a monster who loves to kill?
What about those who knew him well?
Are they all monsters too?
A man can oversee the slaughter of 1000 people
And the torture of many more.
Yet, he still comes home, kisses his wife,
Plays with the kids, and reads the paper.
We do forget their human side
Because to us they are not human at all.
Only a part of the killing regime
That we turn our eyes away from in shame.
What about those who were dear to that person?
Family, friends, and others as well.
Do they see a monster with bloody hands
Or do they see the man they once knew before?
What would you do if you gave birth to a monster?
What if he became another Hitler?
Would you be supportive of his ideals?
Or would you be ashamed?
It never occurs to us that they are human,
Although their heart is a stone and their soul a condemned beast,
That they had people who loved them and whom they loved,
Even if they were killing machines.
There were female monsters as well