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As they entered the grand hall of the former Presidential palace, the Jedi turned prelate said nothing. Merely leaving the blind one in meditative peace. It was time for the former cripple to think, not speak, earlier the prelate had gently prodded the edges of the other females psyche. She'd done this to show the woman what it was like to immerse ones awareness in the force, to harness the raw material around your conscience and to draw it into yourself. To use it as fuel for your inner forge, to sharpen senses and open the doorways to higher awareness. As they crossed along a soft, carpet, wind blew through the palace lifting tapestries that were as immense as some buildings. "That one" She gestured towards an old banner, nearly twenty two hundred years of age now and neglected by that pathetic Sith Emperor and his fool predecessors. "It commemorates the fall of the Ubba system, the Sith had taken those worlds as a bastion. The ubese, degenerate reprobate, scum that they are. Accommodated those heretical vermin. This was early in the war" she paused, taking a breath, around her the force seemed to constrict, the air grew cold as her cloak hugged onto armor that might have begun to creak had she not regained her thoughts. "I suppose, I should clarify, There have been many wars in the near nineteen hundred years since that banner was laid down. The New Sith Wars as we called it, the Thousand years war as your history books call it now" Many called her an imposter, doubting that she was who she said she was. Others called her lunatic, after Endor, all would know the truth and the great crusade would be one step closer to becoming more than an aspiration. "I took that wretched system and tore through their infantile defenses, I slew the Sith lord Garrisoning that world and I killed his idiot son" Her voice brimmed, not with venom but with conviction. "I drowned his infant grandson as well" she remarked as an aside, giving the confession no greater consideration than as if she was speaking of swatting a fly or envenomating a womprat. For that's what the bawling infant was, crimson skinned, verminous, a relic of a damned species of worthless heretics. 

She killed the precious few that were left, she consecrated the new path in their blood. "I retook the sector within the week. That banner commorerates my victory" the last part was spat out, hissing in an almost barely contained manner as if the inner animal was about to tear loose. "The Jedi council abandoned that system and the whole sector was retaken weeks later" That had been one of the moments perhaps one of the final nails in the proverbial coffin that sealed the fate of the Jedi as well, when she decided it was time to bring down both sides of that great apostasy. She flicked her wrist, the force surged around her and the immense tapestry began to flutter, metal hinges that had held to a grav suspensor for near two millennia shuddered. "Sith, Jedi, pathetic, voyeuristic! Fetishists who perverted the sanctity of sentience by deifying aspects of the force! One cloistered in a tomb that was their High temple and the other? Fell upon each other like rodents until at least, weakened and discordant they fought to their own extinction..to be replaced by simpleton conjurers, merchants and schemers, low born filth grasping in the dark" slowly she raised a hand and the immense tapestry ruptured, tearing down the middle until it's great metal hangar splintered and it all came crashing down. The interior of the palace shook, candelabras and stained transparsteel windows trembled and synth marble rumbled below their feet as an ocean of fabric large enough to crush them both to death washed around them, breaking about the Miralukan and her apprentice in waves. the woman took a breath and her mask of certitude and imperiousness reappeared, as though the emotional outburst was intentional designed to show Jidith that Miryia like her was a creature of flesh and bound by limitations that she tore apart at great cost. Perhaps it was merely a momentary lapse and not a trick to intrigue and inspire the girl, not false vulnerability but the real deal, or perhaps she was simply illustrating her philosophy and removing an eyesore.


"The Jedi Council, much of it any way. Was assassinated by the Sith later that year" Or so the official story went, by that point it had long become clear what needed to be done. As soldiers, slaves and droids rushed to inquire as to what the thunderous noise was, rushing to defend their leader, the woman stopped them with a gesture. "This one is to be bathed and provided with new clothing, she is to be given a meal and some intravenous fluids while she bathes, let her sleep until nightfall and have her meet me in the north tower"

There, amongst the stars her second lesson would begin. "I allowed myself to be visible through the force, you saw how I commanded that power, reflect upon it as you convalesce and come to me, less ignorant then, than you are now"


She waited, indeed and the woman's words were honored, a meal easy on a starving stomach, hearty but soft was presented after the woman was bathed and given enough electrolytes and nutrients to compensate for her ordeals. The stench of destitution and abandonment was washed away, fresh clothing was laid out on a large bed. A tunic of silver and crimson with traces of Imperial black and purple forming a small symbol on the right breast, that of the Galactic Empire and at the center of her chest, the symbol of the Jedi Order, made flamelike, with the Phoenix wings blazing, instead of passive and cool. In its "talons" and beak, the blade it wielded that was in ancient times pointed defensely ahead of a starburst was instead thrusting into it.

The symbol not of Luke's New Jedi Order, but the Imperial Knights of the Pontifex Invictus. The Twi'lik twins lead the Miraluka silently, up an enormous sequence of stairs rising nearly eight hundred meters through labyrinthian halls, cavernous courtyards and indoor solariums and banquet halls that likely hadn't been used by any head of state in thousands of years. beyond the windows, the imperial palace of Emperor Palpatine and the Castle of Darth Vader rose above them, dark and vile mountains that cast an eerie shimmer in the starlight and the flickering lights from edifices and speeders. The Miralukan was lead at last down a hall where the carpet was indigo, the lights flickered in a silver color and within an enormous room was a vast series of shelves, telescopes and holographic projectors centered around a cool floor that seemed to be made of the finest transparasteel, below was a black abyss that suddenly came alive with starlight.

At the center of it all, by a window, gazing out into the night stood Invictus Janus, her calculating eyes gazing defiantly at the Sith castle. -In the end, all heretics shall fall-

She turned, slowly, her back "uncoiling" then her neck and head as she turned inclining her features ever so lightly. Around her, the room radiated through the force, a barrage of colors, as dark, light and the living force met in this tower of power, designed eons ago by Jedi architects for some forgotten Supreme Chancellor. A room, perfect for instruction, for training in the "new" ways of the force.

"Can you see yet Miralukan? Have you learned that to see, is to be blind? That with each new wave on the spectrum of light you gain access too, more await you?" Her right index and middle finger twitched and the force wrapped around the projectors, altering their vision until the whole of the known universe appeared below their feet.

"Your first lesson was how to form a circle around yourself, you learned that well in your trials. Your second, was to learn to see not the power but the mechanics of that power. You have seen me move great objects with my mind, you have seen me compel smaller objects..Here, in this nexus, you will learn how to move yourself, how to enhance muscle and bone, how to increase the speeds of your neurons and their discharges, how to regulate blood and oxygen, how to command your heart to slow, to accelerate, how to repair and mend scars. To master yourself is to master the universe"

She'd told Phanius that once, when he was a boy. A pang of guilt, flickered in her heart as it had when she'd imparted this lesson to Aladar, yet as with her other broken thing, the woman pushed it aside. 

The age of Ruin had ended, the age of enlightenment by the sword, of crusade would begin.

-All is, as justice wills it..All is..as [i]I[/i] will it-