(Primus POV)
I listen to the chaos in the High Council chamber and ask myself when it all went downhill. When did we fall into a disgusting political order? I realise that change is in order. I might have given them too much freedom, and they have thanked me by creating an Order that functions on political power instead of wisdom and understanding. I loathe this, but I am not heartless and know of those who are still fierce believers of my teachings and doctrine. They are the minority and those who aren't liked among the Je'daii, but they are also the most powerful. The irony is that they simply follow what I taught them and, therefore, don't showcase their power and value humility.
*WHOOOOSH*
Following my intention, the Force creates a wave that flows through all those present and cools all of their minds. They look at me and finally stop talking.
"What I see here before me ... is revolting. I have only myself to blame for allowing this to take place. My wish for autonomy in all things has given space for this disgusting structure to rise, and I am unhappy about it. You were never meant to become politicians; you are not peacekeepers, and you are not above anyone else. I have given you all the information you needed to walk this journey, and yet you have nothing to show for it."
"With all due respect, Lord Primus, you have been absent for many years, meditating in Akar Kesh and not involving yourself with the problems of the Order."
I look at the man as he says that. I can feel his emotions as clearly as I feel the wind on my face.
"What problems are you referring to?"
"..."
"This is not just a question for you, Barboom. I am addressing all of you. What problems could the Order possibly have that need for me to address them? Are you all children whom I need to hold hands? You have enough resources you could ever hope for, you have enough to do, and you were told what being a Je'daii entails. You are even able to start your own families. I even allowed you to fight this war on your own because you thought yourself capable enough to do so. So, what problems are you referring to?"
"..."
No one answers me, and most of them look away for different reasons. The only ones who look me in the eyes are the ones who know that I am right.
"You can't have everything. All of you are aware of it. And now that you have had your shot, it is time to end this farce. Unlike what you might believe, you aren't doing as badly as you think. Nothing is lost yet, nothing."
"But the temples-"
"Are of no consequence. You should never have bothered yourselves with most of them. All that matters is knowledge, and that was all you should have protected and gathered our forces in few places. That would have forced the Despot Army to spread across Tython and suffer at our harsh climates. Anyway, it is what it is. We shall work with what we have."
I look across the room and at each of them. They are all thinking about different things, so I change my tactics. A great wave of encouragement permeates the surroundings from my position, and they look at me in awe and more trust. Filled with determination again.
"First off, those of you who have loved ones off planet, you have leave to go and help them. You can either stay there and protect them or take them back here and join the resistance. Either way is fine with me."
"Supreme Grandmaster, don't we need all Je'daii we can have?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. The reason for this is simple: I will join the fight myself. I believe you are all in need of a bar to see what is capable if one truly listens to what the Force tells us."
"Ohhh."
"That's-"
"You will?"
"Now. Let us discuss tactics. Here's what we shall do ..."
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(Primus POV)
I listen to the chaos in the High Council chamber and ask myself when it all went downhill. When did we fall into a disgusting political body? I realise that change is in order. I might have given them too much freedom, and they have thanked me by creating an Order that functions on political power instead of wisdom and understanding. I loathe this, but I am not heartless and know of those who are still fierce believers of my teachings and doctrine. They are the minority and those who aren't liked among the Je'daii, but they are also the most powerful. The irony is that they simply follow what I taught them and, therefore, don't showcase their power and value humility. I might not be as innocent in this outcome as I would like to claim.
*WHOOOOSH*
Following my intention, the Force creates a wave that flows through all those present and cools all of their minds and heated tempers. They look at me and finally stop talking.
"What I see here before me ... is revolting. I have only myself to blame for allowing this to come to pass. My wish for autonomy in all things has given space for this disgusting structure to rise, and I am unhappy about it. You were never meant to become politicians; you are not peacekeepers, and you are not above anyone else. I have given you all the information you needed to walk this journey, and yet you have nothing to show for it."
"With all due respect, Lord Primus, you have been absent for many years, meditating in Akar Kesh and not involving yourself with the problems of the Order."
I look at the man as he says that. I can feel his emotions as clearly as I feel the wind on my face.
"What problems are you referring to?"
"..."
"This is not just a question for you, Barboom. I am addressing all of you. What problems could the Order possibly have that need for me to address them? Are you all children whom I need to hold hands? You have enough resources you could ever hope for, you have enough to do, and you were told what being a Je'daii entails. You are even able to start your own families. I even allowed you to fight this war on your own because you thought yourself capable enough to do so. So, what problems are you referring to?"
"..."
No one answers me, and most of them look away for different reasons. The only ones who look me in the eyes are the ones who know that I am right.
"You can't have everything. All of you are aware of it. And now that you have had your shot, it is time to end this farce. Unlike what you might believe, you aren't doing as badly as you think. Nothing is lost yet, nothing."
"But the temples-"
"Are of no consequence. You should never have bothered yourselves with most of them. All that matters is knowledge, and that was all you should have protected and gathered our forces in few places. That would have forced the Despot Army to spread across Tython and suffer our harsh climates. Anyway, it is what it is. We shall work with what we have."
I look across the room and at each of them. They are all thinking about different things, so I change my tactics. A great wave of encouragement permeates the surroundings from my position, and they look at me in awe and more trust. Filled with determination again.
"First off, those of you who have loved ones off planet, you have leave to go and help them. You can either stay there and protect them or take them back here and join the resistance. Either way is fine with me."
"Supreme Grandmaster, don't we need all Je'daii we can have?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. The reason for this is simple: I will join the fight myself. I believe you are all in need of a bar to see what is capable if one truly listens to what the Force tells us."
"Ohhh."
"That's-"
"You will?"
"Now. Let us discuss tactics. Here's what we shall do ..."
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"Lord Primus."
"Come, Shu-Rak," I say, and wait for him to approach. I am standing in front of a large, three-dimensional object floating in the air.
"What is this, my Lord?" he asks.
"This is Tython."
"Tython?"
"Yes."
"You mean... you recreated a live model of the entire planet?"
"I did."
"Then all those small pieces moving-"
"Are real people moving, fighting and manoeuvring in real time. It's my battle plan."
"Are you using Prima Vitae to do this?" he asks me.
"Among other things, yes. I am listening to what the Force knows about Tython and what's happening and creating this image from that. It is Force Sense in its truest and purest form."
"Unbelievable. So you already know why I'm here?"
"I have an idea. The situation has changed drastically over the last month. We managed to deal major damage to the Despot Army, and from what I can see, it will soon be over." I tell him.
"Would you mind telling me how that is possible, my Lord? From what I see here on this live-feed, the Despot Army outnumber us five to one." Shu-Rak mentions.
"Indeed. But we have already worn them out considerably. An entire month without a single win is hard on the mind, especially if you don't have the Force to lift your spirit. Here, let me show you." I say and cause the planet in the air to turn around, showing us Qigong Kesh.
"Here, at Qigong Kesh, we used nature to our advantage, as we should have done from the beginning. We hid in the vast desert and used the sand to our advantage. By combining our minds, we managed to use Force Harmony and manipulate the sand to create magnificent constructs, attacking the Despot Army with them. Being attacked by large sand constructs or tornadoes of sand can be quite scary for an untrained army such as the one who has dared to attack us."
"Truly magnificent. I was not aware that we could use Force Harmony that way. You truly are impressive, my Lord."
"Ah, enough with the flattery. Qigong Kesh was but one area. We also used the flames of Vur Tepe, the forges we constructed ourselves. It was all rather simple if you think about it, and now the end is rather near. We have been using our home to our advantage for an entire month and allowed the inexperienced invaders to be punished by Tython itself." I explain.
"Do you assume they will gather their forces for a final attack? Or attack other temples now?" Shu-Rak asks.
"They will attack another temple, alright. Akar Kesh is next." I tell him, having received the image from the Force a while ago.
"Akar Kesh? Why would they attack there?"
"Because someone told them to do so."
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(3rd Person POV)
"What is going on? How could we possibly start to lose to this extent?" Hadiya asks her closest generals and advisors. She is angry and seeing what happened during only one month, she has reason to.
"My Queen, it is strange. The Je'daii have changed their tactics for some reason and started to do what they did during the Phony War. It seems they are trying to stall us."
"No, that makes no sense," Bakko says.
"What do you mean?" Hadiya asks.
"I would like to ask your former Je'daii here why he thinks that they changed their tactics," Bakko says, looking at Daegon Lok.
"I would also like to know that." Gav Vannar says angrily.
"Daegon?" Hadiya asked, looking at her lover.
"I apologise, but I have nothing. Ever since the tides have turned, the Force has been acting rather... unruly. I don't see clearly anymore; predicting the future is as unpredictable as walking through the desert as a blind man. Somewhat similar to the time during the Phoney War." Daegon says.
"What is that supposed to mean? Explain." Hadiya says.
"I can only assume, my Queen. If I had to guess... it would be the Supreme Grandmaster again. But that doesn't make much sense." Daegon shrugs.
"Indeed. That would make no sense. Why would he not take part in the first part of our invasion but start now? Does he want to cull the Je'daii population?" Bakko asks.
"As I said, it makes little sense. All I can say is that I have never heard of such an occurrence. But it may help us." Daegon says.
"In what way?"
"I believe we may end this war in one powerful push, my Queen. We only have to take out the Supreme Grandmaster and end his control over the Je'daii's war effort." Daegon says.
"How?"
"He always stays in Akar Kesh, the temple of balance. If we strike there using our full strength, we can end this war." Daegon suggests.
"Bakko, what do you think?" Hadiya asks.
"Hmm... it may work. If this Supreme Grandmaster is truly the reason for our loss, then it may be the best option. But we should use a diversion to keep them away from Akar Kesh." Bakko says.
"Very well. Tell the troops about the plan. We leave on the morrow."
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In Akar Kesh, Primus is floating above ground, meditating and waiting for the guests he is expecting. He has known this would happen for a while now and is looking forward to it. The Force has gotten rather... touchy, in a sense and has urged him to move his body again like a girlfriend wanting to see her man perform in some sense. It was a strange thing for Primus to have such thoughts. The Force was just the Force, or so he told himself. He had long established that the Force seemed to be female for some reason, or that she at least acted that way with him. He was a patient listener and maybe it was that reason why she liked him so much.
He closed his eyes to the strange changes and focused on other things. Then he felt it; the army had arrived. He opens his eyes and smiles.
"Welcome to Akar Kesh," he says to the people standing in the distance. His voice carries over and allows them to hear him as if he were standing right in front of them.
Hadiya, the Despot Queen, Bakko, her advisor, Gav Vannar, her strongest General and Daegon Lok the former Je'daii stand in the front and look at him.
"Are you the Supreme Grandmaster?" Hadiya asks.
"Such a long title. Those who know me, call me Primus."
"Why is that?" she asks.
"Because I was the first."
"The first to do what?" she asks again.
"Many things. But that is not why you are here, is it pretty lady?" Primus says.
"No. You will surrender... and die." Hadiya says ordering the special weapon to fire.
*PEW PEW*
"Don't you mean, 'or'?" Primus says and looks at the approaching rockets.
!!!
Suddenly, he feels something is wrong. He can feel danger for some reason, and his eyes widen.
"Ah... would you... are you not going to... ? WHAT ARE YOU-"
*BOOOOOOOM*
"Direct hit, my Queen," Bakko says.
And indeed, the rockets hit Primus directly, incinerating his body almost completely. The only reason he was still alive was the sheer quantity of Force energy his being had filled with over the years. As the smoke slowly clears, his body regenerates fully, leaving him naked except for small pieces of his pants.
"What was that?" he says to himself. "Why did you do that?"
What happened was that the Force allowed him to be hit.
"Are you... sassy?"
Primus shakes his head and realises that the Force didn't stop the attack before it hit him. Usually, she would follow his will, but something just prevented her from doing that. She was pissed for some reason and the reason was... that he called Hadiya pretty.
"Oh no... the Force... is a Yandere."
...
"My Queen!! He's still alive!" The voices of the Despot Army pull Primus's attention back to the present.
"ATTACK!" Hadiya yells and shouts for her army to attack.
Primus looks at the thousands of soldiers approaching him and shakes his head. He opens his hand and uses the Force to pull a lamppost towards him. He twirls it in his right hand, keeping his other hand behind his back. And then the soldiers arrive. Primus starts to move.
He dodges the attacks of the soldiers and smashes his lamppost at their heads, causing them to pop like balloons. Blood and gore fly through the air, painting the ground red. With unnatural grace and speed, fuelled by the Force, Primus flashes from place to place, ducking underneath swipes of their swords and deflecting the shots of their ranged weapons. He channels the Force into his lamppost, making it far more powerful than any other weapon to exist.
Within seconds, the battlefield is covered in blood and smells of metal and death. Primus ploughs through the invaders with nothing but his lamppost, killing dozens with each of his strikes. But that's not all he does. He raises his left hand and opens up a rift in space right before the previous rockets can hit him again. The rockets disappear, and he closes the rift again. Primus moves through the area, moving the ground by using the Force to move the tiles his feet stand on. Large plants rush from the ground, entangling the men and women, sucking all of their life force out of them, and adding it back to the Force, where it came from.
He is like a natural disaster, a hurricane, a cosmic storm given human form. He moves like water, flowing through he army as if it weren't there. The Despot Army tries to use long-ranged attacks and fires their energy weapons at him, but as soon as they approach his position, they stop mid-air. More and more energy shots are fired at him, but they all just stop, turning the air around him into a hedghog-like picture of energy spikes. He uses Force stasis to stop all the attacks and continues to move forward. He is the Juggernaut right now, and nothing can stop him, now that he has started moving.
It is worth noting that all of this is Primus' doing. The Force isn't doing anything right now. She has stopped doing it for him and observes him in action. The last time he did something, or the Force did something, was when he met the Celestials and showed them their place.
"RAAAHHH!"
A powerful shout sounds through Akar Kesh as the bloodthirsty Gav Vannar rushes forward, towards Primus. He swings his weapon at him, but the moment it touches the thousands of energy shots, which are in stasis, the weapon disintegrates. Primus just looks at Gav Vannar with a neutral expression.
"You're not the smartest tool, are you? Here, let me help you with that." Primus says, and a second later, all the Energy shots are blinked away.
"AHAHAHAHAH, GOOD! GIVE ME MORE!"
"You sweet summer child... there's more," Primus says and points to the right.
Gav Vannar looks to his left and sees a rift open up in space. And from that rift, the rockets fly out, which flew into the rift just moments before.
"Wha-"
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM*
Primus twirls his lamppost in his hand and clanks it on the ground.
"What is he?" Hadiya says, her demeanour full of fear.
"..." Daegon Lok doesn't say anything as he also can't believe what he just witnessed.
"And all that... all that damage... with a lamppost?"
"Heh, imagine if I had a real weapon," Primus says and smirks.
"You!"
Primus looks at Daegon Lok for a moment and addresses him.
"You have lost your way, young Daegon," Primus says.
"Wh-what?" Daegon asks, confused.
"You have lost sight of the objective and given in to your inner darkness. I never spoke against darkness since I never saw the world as black and white, but you have lost yourself in your lust." Primus continues.
"You know NOTHING!"
"Your lust for this woman and your lust for power have driven you to this moment. It has led you here... here to me."
"I..."
"What should I to do with you?"
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Ok. I have finally caved in. The FML has been decided, but not in the way you all want it. This is not a harem, and it never will be.
I had Primus use quite a few Force powers in this fight. Hope you like it.