Sorry, I missed that post.
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"I am trying to do right by the Galaxy," Galahad says. "Lanzar has suffered a terrible fate and I was able to do nothing to prevent it. But what of others worlds? There are thousands of worlds that the Empire could choose to obliterate. It is wrong for us to do nothing to prevent this; the Jedi could help our efforts tenfold."
Galahad clenches his jaw, torn between his mission for the Rebellion, his own personal goal of locating his son, and doing what is right by the Osokans.
"But the Jedi failed to save the Galaxy," Galahad reasons. "For all their might and wisdom, they did not prevent the evil that has gained control of our worlds."
Galahad closes his eyes.
"My son was a Jedi Knight, Vasilik. I don't know if you knew that. His name was Gallagher. I have no idea whether he is dead or alive."
Galahad opens them, looking down at Vasilik.
"But...if he is in hiding, I know that he would not want me to break my principles, just to find him. He would have said what you have said."
Originally posted by Bespin Bart
"[I'm sorry I'm useless currently]," Eerin says to his friends as they drag him out of the Pit. "[I blame the Empire.]"
"That's what you always say." Kyle jokes, trying to help his friend.
Originally posted by Ushgarak
Pit guys- you've made it out.You wouldn't have done, but just as you were about to tumble out, Drakkon caught a hold of you and hefted you upwards.
"Do any of you know what the last battle of the Clone Wars was?" he callsd out as he lifts you.
"No, can't say that I do." he waves to indicate their present situation, "How about we discuss it some place quieter?"
The Record explodes before you, burning and melting away to nothing. We can cue some Star Wars music at this point- the same that plays when Luke looks at the sunset on Tatooine for the last time, or at the end of ROTS.
"There aas never any place for my people in this Galaxy," says Vasilik. "We belong in the past. Vasilik has no place either. But now, you see, at the end, Vasilik did some good after all."
His smile lies frozen on his face. And though you do not know it, Drakkon is already dead. And so Vasilik, the last Guildmaster of Lanzar, dies in the rubble of the Guild.
Sasha bends down over Vasilik, allowing a single tear to drop onto the face of the dead Osokan. She closes his eyes.
Does Vasilik have his neurowhip and knife on him still? Sasha wishes to put them back in his hands if he has dropped them, then cross his arms on his chest before they get out. A proper burial pose for a great warrior, methinks.
"We should never have tried to steal that...thing," Sasha says, glaring at Galahad. "It would have saved us all this pain and trouble. So, now what?"