Inquisitor: Rise of the Red Blade

Your future is more important than your past. Make it count.

I don’t want to fight you. But perhaps there’s another way I could win your favor.” The way he said it made her hearts pound and her body heat up. But even if her hormones were moved, her ambitions remained unswayed. “I’m only going to say this one time, so hear me well. If you want me, don’t let some bounty come between us,” she finally said. “I’m not playing games anymore. Either it’s real, or it’s nothing. I will not be seduced away from my own success.” She waited a long moment as he thought about it. “You win this one fair and square,” he finally said. “I suppose I wouldn’t want to try lying to the Grand Inquisitor, anyway. I can prove myself on my own.” A brief pause. “And we’ll see how you might be seduced.” The comlink went silent. As she and Sixty-Seven walked back to her ship, she watched Tualon’s ship take off from just a few klicks away and zip into the sky. Now, this was a version of Tualon she could respect. Honest with himself and others, ambitious and confident. She looked forward to seeing where the seduction might come in. For all that she’d been drawn to him since they were children, he’d always been neutral toward her, never felt that same tug. But now, freed from the rigidity of the Jedi ways, perhaps he was finally realizing how powerful a partner she might be. They would make a good team, but not if he thought he was in charge. No one could rule Iskat Akaris.

Candy is sweet, vegetables are bitter, but we know which one is better for our health. We know which one will rot our teeth, if left unchecked.

The dark side is seductive... It would whisper anything in your ear if it would bring you under its reign. Promise you the stars if it meant securing your heart. It is foolish to assume it would tell you the truth when lies serve it so very well.

This was a dangerous way of thinking. The Jedi Code existed for a reason, and history taught that those who stepped off the path often found tragedy. True greatness came from peace. From knowledge, serenity, and harmony.

He was testing her, patronizing her. He thought she was lesser. He thought she would lose. She would prove him wrong.

Mastering yourself is the work of a lifetime.

She was a Jedi. Her job was to find peace, even if she had to wrestle it to the ground and hold it there.

You’re out from under the thumb of the Jedi. They're not holding you back anymore. You got what you always wanted.

Her head was too full of her own emotions, emotions she had dedicated years of her life to controlling. They were supposed to wash away like waves on a beach, but instead they threatened to drown her. She longed to be free of so much intensity of feeling. But how? How could someone not feel things when there were so many things to feel?

Just a little advice, sir. Generals don’t apologize. Not for decisions made in the heat of battle. Otherwise you’d do nothing else.

Mastering yourself is the work of a lifetime [...] You re not broken. We are all imperfect beings, striving for enlightenment. You just have to strive a little more than most.

Funny, how he’d been a tough Jedi and a kind Inquisitor, at least when it came to her.

I’ve told you how I feel. I guess now I’ve proven it.

I will not be seduced away from my own success.

Betrayal,” the Grand Inquisitor said, raising his lip. “How quotidian.

We are peacekeepers, but peace cannot be earned solely through defense.

There is no emotion, there is peace, she told herself. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony.

You are not broken. We are all imperfect beings, striving for enlightenment. You just have to strive a little more than most.