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"There are no true Jedi," murmured the voice in and of the darkness, "For no Jedi is true. The Jedi's strength flows from the Force. It is used solely for knowledge and defense..."

A blur, a ripple of decaying black robe and void as the uncomfortable presence shifted in the new revelation, "Never for attack."

"The peace makers and war heroes all are false as Sith. They create foes and destroy them, or are destroyed themselves in an endless cycle. They interfere and impose, and in turn receive the same. And the Force will not intervene- simply aid them to kill more of each other, then cry out at the losses. Wars do not make one great... and no great Jedi are spawned of war."

There was a long, silent sigh from a figure with neither lungs nor the need to intake air, then a pacing as unneeded and unfilled metal boots clacked along a metal walkway by a stepping stooping form without legs or muscle to use them. The deep, faceless and brainless mind continued to ponder and rumble to itself inanely, possibly insanely, in the dark. It had neither eyes to see nor the need to. "Do they walk my path? Or do they restrain and contain themselves to the strictures and scriptures of their indoctrinated Orders, never questioning? Where is the end result for them- in the power to control minds? Societies? Lives?"

An object floated in the emptiness on the bridge that lead to hollow chambers. Vast libraries filled with every invention and opinion of this ghost that ought not linger in a Temple no one knew. Handless gloves caught it firmly with- something- and idly spun it. "To take a life empowers, but it also weakens. The individual and the Force."

A glowing brilliance filled the catacomb-like quarries of the ancient spirit's quarry as it hunted for the Holocron it sought. Within the structured structure's stature lay a hoard of treasured secrets, thoughts and figures of long pondering and lore. For the wraith was ever busy, even in the idling of thought; in more libraries adjoined than the populace of many cities, it had stored every work and heresy it wrought.

The thought was not a new one- that teachings and control were never true- but it desired to leave memories behind in the case it finally did fail and fall. Twenty millenia of lingering, alone in the dark, with only its own will to keep it intact and embedded in the living plain. Ohhh, the Force had its little secrets, alright, and the Unifying Force offered many abilities the modern Sith and Jedi would consider to be unnatural.

Clack. Clack. Crack-?

The skeleton of a long starved rodent glared from its splinters up at the embodiment of Force energy and evolved remnant of a being. Vengeance faltered for a moment, withdrawing from philosophy into itself. It couldn't remember feeling the rat die.

That was a bad sign.

When one's will was no longer strong enough to enforce oneself, one began to lose memories, thus losing more will still. The apparition knew this well enough- it was why it recorded every thought and every finding. If it was starting to go before it achieved its Mastery- all that time, wasted-

Balled fists with no appearance or material of flesh, bone, or muscle gritted hard into the long worn gloves, the robes straightening and flowing to their full height. It refused to let such occur.

It would achieve. The Force had dominated life so long; it, Vengeance, would dominate the Force and achieve Mastery over the Things Eternal. It could have long ago turned and wasted its efforts and Force-essence on lesser goals- reincarnation, a physical Empire over the galaxy, contrition, teaching- but it had selected a desire more encompassing and impossible than any desired before.

To serve the Force wasn't enough. To use the Force wasn't enough. To control oneself and others with the Force wasn't enough- even if it had allowed it to survive in this impermanent incorporeal state.

To be the Force. That, that would give Vengeance power beyond the dreams of any Force Sensitive before or after it. It was, in a obligatory understatement, a large task.

Vengeance was already part of the way there. Vengeance was made of the Force. Indeed, it was the only thing keeping the ghost here for so, so long in the Galaxy. With every millenia, every century, every year, every day, it made progress. Slow, agonizing, hidden progress. Hidden, because no other Force User would understand- and if they did, they would stop at nothing to stop it.

But even unknown, boundaries rose. The full Force was beyond comprehension. In another twenty millenia of toil, if it lasted that long, perhaps Vengeance would finally have found the key. For now, it simply thought, and studied.
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Corey-067 Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2011  Professional General Artist
Awesome! I'm getting there now, Darth. Reading through your works, as promised. :) Only about 200 to go..... :iconmandoplz:
DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:D Grand plz. _^ And thank you much, my friend! Hopefully I'll be back crafting them by the time y' finish!
Corey-067 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2011  Professional General Artist
You're welcome, ner vod. I look forward to seeing what comes next! ^>^
Razor23119 Featured By Owner May 4, 2011
Somewhere, somehow...

A Jedi master looks up at the sky and says to his padawan, "Do you ever wonder if any of those who come after you will get royally screwed over by something you could have fixed now?"

"... Uh... No?"

"Maybe it's just me, then."
DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner May 4, 2011  Hobbyist Writer

Pretty much. :D
Razor23119 Featured By Owner May 4, 2011
It's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, it's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fiiiiiiine... XD
Rosemarri Featured By Owner May 3, 2011
We are all doomed. DOOOOOOOOMMED I SAY
DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner May 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Possibly. |3
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