Murderhusband: Does everything go to plan and Palpatine quietly comes down with a sudden case of death, or does he manage to take a bunch of other people with him?
“The dark side…”
Qui-Gon started slowly before pausing, seemingly gathering himself
with narrowed yellowed eyes as he peered at Anakin. “The dark side
is not to be trusted, especially when you use it. It is not like the
light, it lies to you, it wants more and it will lie to you and make
you paranoid, it will make you think even those you love beyond
measures will betray you, all in an attempt for you to use more of
it, for it to consume you,” He explained before turning stern. “You
must never allow it to because if you do, you will destroy everything
and everyone you love.”
Anakin’s face did
a little spasm of horror, hands clenching into his pants as he nodded
in understanding
“Too much
darkness, and it corrupts,” Qui-Gon held up one finger. “But too
little and inequality rules, tipping the balance in the rest of the
galaxy,” He held up his other hand, raising his finger. “And for
generations, Jedi have ruled,” Here Qui-Gon opened his first hand
to sprawl all five fingers, tipping his hands to show an unbalance.
“Light and darkness is necessary but darkness does not mean have
to be evil just as light does not mean good. These concepts are
just that, concepts of people, morality imposed by those who think of
rules. There is always a moral middle ground, the gray patch, all
justice is not blind. The woman who kills to protect her child is not
judged the same way the woman who kills for greed is.” He said
seriously.
Looking down,
Anakin nodded in understanding.
Obi-Wan tried not
to be to bothered by the lesson as he listened, standing in the
kitchen.
He had known this
was coming since Anakin had arrived on Serenno with yellow eyes and
when the other had sat down beside Qui-Gon the couch with a quiet
request for teachings…
Well he knew what
it meant.
And yet it soothed
him to know that at least Anakin would not be a Banite Sith.
He wasn’t sure
what kind of Sith the other would be but it would be the kind Qui-Gon
was.
His lips twitched
with some amusement as he considered that maybe Qui-Gon was a new
brand of Sith?
The Jinnite Sith?
He almost laughed.
Might have said
something if Dooku hadn’t suddenly slammed into the room looking
flushed with Padme right behind him, the woman sporting a simple gown
for once in a beautiful shade of deep forest green. “What in all
kark’s name have you done Qui-Gon?” He yelled with an impressive
volume.
Qui-Gon raised a
brow, a smirk slowly crossing his lips as Anakin jumped to his feet
and ran to Padme, the two lovers having a hissing whispered
conversation with the blond seemingly trying to placate the other
with raised hands as she jabbed her finger at him. “I’m not sure
what you’re speaking about master.” He drawled.
“Do not play
innocent with me Qui-Gon Jinn,” Dooku growled, smoothing his hair
back from rushing to the quarters. “The Chancellor is dead.”
Settling back in
the leather couch while dropping one leg over his knee and settling
his arms over the back of the couch, Qui-Gon hummed quietly in the
silence. “As far as I heard, his mind broke under the strain of
leading a galaxy in war and his body bowed under the age finally. I
mean a man who starts laughing uncontrollably can’t be quite sane
as they loose feeling of their hands and feet. I was certainly not
involved.” He said in an airy tone and if Obi-Wan didn’t know him
so well, he would have believed him.
Clearly Dooku was
of the same mind as he slashed his hand impatiently through the air.
“Do not take me for a fool Qui-Gon, I know what Rooze disease is.”
He growled.
The two Sith stared
at each other, silently, Qui-Gon’s smirk fading. “Perhaps it
would interest you to know that your usefulness to the Chancellor was
about to end and he would have used your death to further the fall of
his next apprentice?” He questioned coolly.
Obi-Wan noted that
Padme had frozen by Anakin, eyes glancing between the two older men
as she put the pieces together.
He would have been
shocked if she hadn’t suspected something honestly and maybe it was
now making sense to her.
Anakin quietly
tugged her away, most likely to take to his room to explain more
while Dooku collapsed into one of the plus recliners around the
living room as he stared at Qui-Gon. “…Explain.” He said in a
clipped tone.
Shifting forward,
Obi-Wan settled down next to Qui-Gon, curling into his side as
Qui-Gon did indeed explain to Dooku what Sidious had really
been up to.
Needless to say, it
left a very pale Dooku in need of alcohol after.
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