Post by Aer on Jun 26, 2015 13:10:35 GMT -8
Chauvinism, in its original meaning, is an exaggerated patriotism and a belligerent belief in national superiority and glory. Chauvinism has extended from its original use to include fanatical devotion and undue partiality to any group or cause to which one belongs, especially when such partisanship includes prejudice against or hostility toward outsiders or rival groups and persists even in the face of overwhelming opposition.
Ein stood amongst the wreckage of the spaceport of Corellia, his eyes clearing showing signs of distress, yet he remained calm, despite his agony. The initial landing had took a toll on the forces of Jednota, and he knew that it would take more than just Jednota to retake the planet. They had to collaborate with the Republic.
Helping the Republic. If it had been a few months back, Ein wouldn't have been entirely opposed to the idea. There were good people in the Republic, people he could trust. Yet how can he continue to trust them when it was they who attempted to kill them? They, the chauvinists, who gave up their lives to help their precious Republic.
Ein scoffed with sarcasm. What was he talking about. He was the same. He himself was a chauvinist to Corellia. He'd proven it time and time again. How could he distrust those who would give their lives for the cause that they believe in? Hypocrisy at its finest, Ein thought bitterly.
"Pondering about the Republic again?" A voice rang out in his head.
Ein turned his head to see a dark-skinned male stand beside him, his armor wings spread fully out, staring out into the carnage of the war that raged on the planet.
"You always had a knack at discovering what troubles a person.." Ein chuckled, shaking his head.
The figure turned to him, tilting his head. "A padawan could read your thoughts like a book." He said simply. "They have in the past too, remember Kiyashi?" He asked, nodding at Ein.
Ein remembered, staring down at his decomposing hand. He curled it into a fist, frowning slightly. Kiyashi was one of Ein's closest followers after he had returned to aid Corellia for the third time, the boy idolized, even perhaps worshiped him. And like many in the past, Ein had sent him to his death, another acceptable sacrifice to Corellia's cause.
Or so Ein had thought, previously. Yet now, as he stood there, his undying loyalty and conviction to Corellia seemed to waver ever so slightly. Losses happen, of course. It was only logical. Then why did he doubt himself? Why did he feel regret? Perhaps that's why he took over Kiyashi's body, as a promise to see his journey through.
"I've stopped you before." Ein replied, looking back at the man. "And I'll stop you again."
The man laughed with amusement. "We have both seen your death, you won't live to stop me once more." He said, waving a gauntleted hand dismissively. "When I return, nothing will stop me from destroying everything that you care for."
Ein shook his head. "They will." He said confidently. "Even after my death, my friends will stop you. I believe in them."
The man turned around to leave, reaching out a hand to pat Ein on the shoulder, yet his hand would pass right through. He stared into Ein's eyes, filled with what seemed to be disappointment. He opened his mouth to speak, as his body soon began to disappear.
"You think that will stop me? Only you were able to, Ein. Without you, your...'friends', your 'allies', your 'group.' They'll all fall..."
"Goodbye, brother...when you come back into this world, many years from now....my plan will have come to fruition...and there will be nothing you can do..."
Ein looked back out at the ruined city, silent as the grave. He hoped that his friends were ready to face the adversity that would come, in the later years after he was gone. He quickly dismissed the thought, however. First, they had to save the city that gave their Order everything, a time ago. He felt something inside of him, something that he hadn't felt in many years...
He felt happy.
Ein stood amongst the wreckage of the spaceport of Corellia, his eyes clearing showing signs of distress, yet he remained calm, despite his agony. The initial landing had took a toll on the forces of Jednota, and he knew that it would take more than just Jednota to retake the planet. They had to collaborate with the Republic.
Helping the Republic. If it had been a few months back, Ein wouldn't have been entirely opposed to the idea. There were good people in the Republic, people he could trust. Yet how can he continue to trust them when it was they who attempted to kill them? They, the chauvinists, who gave up their lives to help their precious Republic.
Ein scoffed with sarcasm. What was he talking about. He was the same. He himself was a chauvinist to Corellia. He'd proven it time and time again. How could he distrust those who would give their lives for the cause that they believe in? Hypocrisy at its finest, Ein thought bitterly.
"Pondering about the Republic again?" A voice rang out in his head.
Ein turned his head to see a dark-skinned male stand beside him, his armor wings spread fully out, staring out into the carnage of the war that raged on the planet.
"You always had a knack at discovering what troubles a person.." Ein chuckled, shaking his head.
The figure turned to him, tilting his head. "A padawan could read your thoughts like a book." He said simply. "They have in the past too, remember Kiyashi?" He asked, nodding at Ein.
Ein remembered, staring down at his decomposing hand. He curled it into a fist, frowning slightly. Kiyashi was one of Ein's closest followers after he had returned to aid Corellia for the third time, the boy idolized, even perhaps worshiped him. And like many in the past, Ein had sent him to his death, another acceptable sacrifice to Corellia's cause.
Or so Ein had thought, previously. Yet now, as he stood there, his undying loyalty and conviction to Corellia seemed to waver ever so slightly. Losses happen, of course. It was only logical. Then why did he doubt himself? Why did he feel regret? Perhaps that's why he took over Kiyashi's body, as a promise to see his journey through.
"I've stopped you before." Ein replied, looking back at the man. "And I'll stop you again."
The man laughed with amusement. "We have both seen your death, you won't live to stop me once more." He said, waving a gauntleted hand dismissively. "When I return, nothing will stop me from destroying everything that you care for."
Ein shook his head. "They will." He said confidently. "Even after my death, my friends will stop you. I believe in them."
The man turned around to leave, reaching out a hand to pat Ein on the shoulder, yet his hand would pass right through. He stared into Ein's eyes, filled with what seemed to be disappointment. He opened his mouth to speak, as his body soon began to disappear.
"You think that will stop me? Only you were able to, Ein. Without you, your...'friends', your 'allies', your 'group.' They'll all fall..."
"Goodbye, brother...when you come back into this world, many years from now....my plan will have come to fruition...and there will be nothing you can do..."
Ein looked back out at the ruined city, silent as the grave. He hoped that his friends were ready to face the adversity that would come, in the later years after he was gone. He quickly dismissed the thought, however. First, they had to save the city that gave their Order everything, a time ago. He felt something inside of him, something that he hadn't felt in many years...
He felt happy.