Moving towards the living area Aria had to wonder why anyone would bother with clothes? They were such a waste of time. Certainly, armour she understood, but clothes? They would only get in the way when her master wanted her to press her skin against him.
Why did she lie? Well, she really wished she hadn't that was for certain. Life had been good in Rectja's palace. She was well pampered, had food and light. It was amazing how many people took simple things like light for granted. Most of her people spent most of their lives in sheer darkness. Secondly, what was this "Force" thing? Was he referring to magic, to the one true power?
"It was the one power," Aria explained, wondering why she was explaining something so basic to one of the most powerful shamans she'd ever encountered, "It is known to take over one in which it flows and bends them to its will. I was slave to its will. Do you not listen to the true power and do its bidding?"
"We have no choice but to trust them in this ordeal. Us Jedi can not take on the Sith alone with their great numbers. Not even with our Jedi stationed on Yavin 4. It's funny, in times like these, we tend to forget the past grudges and differences and unite under the same cause for the better of the people. I know what the Republic did not too long ago, but I bear no grudge to it. And while there may be some bad people in the herd, there are also the good ones. Those that refuse to give in to evil, those who fight til their last breath for what they believe in. Had it not been for people like that, we might have still been under the rule of the Empire."
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Gin's reality was altering greatly. It was difficult to differentiate what was real and what wasn't. The interior of the cave was still the same brown, rocky texture you'd see in every other cave. But it was what was going on inside the cave.
The sound of a falling stalactite caused Gin to chase the location of the sound. Around the corner, a shadow was seen. Gin rubbed his eyes, and then stared again. If it was real or not, rubbing your eyes would not cause the shadow to walk back and make sure what you were seeing was real. The bouncer still trailing behind him, Gin didn't bother to ask it if it had seen what he had seen. But Gin didn't need to ask the bouncer. While the bouncer did not see it, it knew that Gin was hallucinating.
Following the trail of the shadow that only Gin was able to see, it led him to the huge stone monuments erected in the memory of those who fought Lord Kaan's army. Amazed at the sheer size of the faces, Gin's attention was caught to the one that resembled Master Yoda. In awe, Gin slowly walked toward the center of the monument, still gazing up at the stone faces, Gin felt himself being wrapped by some unknown force. For a while, Gin felt as if he was paralyzed, but he then dropped to the floor, feeling heavy and unable to keep himself up. Trying to help him out, the bouncer found itself unable to get close to the Gin, feeling a barrier around him. As hard as Gin tried to lift himself up, he couldn't. A hoard of voices started to scream inside his head. He dropped flat on the floor to use his hands to shield his ears. But it was useless. The sounds weren't coming from the outside, they were coming from within. The poor bouncer couldn't do more but to float there, watching in horror as Gin was being put through what seemed like hell. It still tried to intervene, but the invisible barrier stopped him from it.