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Who: Darth Imperius (Talwyn Kallig) and YOU
What: Imperius arrives at the Trench and wanders about
When: Month of May
Where: Various locations

Content Warning: Talk of unethical use of the Force, including mind probes.

Arrival
Talwyn wonders if this is what it feels like to be a Nautolan. Or a Mon Calamari. He flails about the ocean in squid form for a while, but once he washes ashore he's back to being a Sith pureblood. Yellow eyes take in his surroundings, fingers brushing long, wet hair away from his face. What happened to his hair tie?

"Khem? Andronikos? ...Xalek?"

He must be really desperate if he's asking for Xalek.

The Boardwalk
Once the unpleasantness with the food and drink passes, Talwyn makes his way along the boardwalk to explore. He brings along a cup of water, just so he can have something to occupy his hands, and that he can sip on without his hair turning green again.

He can also be heard murmuring the Sith code under his breath, in order to ground himself. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength..."

Odd End
Talwyn's wanderings eventually take him to the little shop of Odd End. He doesn't have any credits on him, but he can always window shop for now, and think about stuff he'd like to buy once he does get some money.

As he browses the aisles, he stops in front of a shelf containing crystals. Having something of an interest in crystals, even the non-kyber kind, he pauses to look, focusing on a few rather pretty purple ones.

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"You know what they say, 'a little knowledge goes a long way'," Or can get you into a lot of trouble, as he learned the hard way.

"But, if you ever feel up for it, I could always use a sparring partner so I don't get rusty," Talwyn holds his saberstaff across his chest and activates it, revealing a pair of purple blades.

The Jedi flinched back, at the saberstaff being brought up. But - danger doesn't ring out, in the Force?

"...you didn't bleed your crystal?" he asks, puzzled.

Talwyn wasn't sure what Ezra meant by 'bleeding', so he just replied. "I think purple suits me." It wasn't as if there weren't other Sith out there whose lightsabers were a color besides red. He closed his weapon and strapped it back onto his sash. Hopefully he could commission a proper lightsaber belt somewhere too.

Ezra tilts his head, thoughtfully.

"If the crystal chose you, then. Um. Yes. Quick question - ever opened a Jedi holocron? You personally, I mean."

"No, never. I don't have any in my collection," Implying that he owns more than a few Sith holocrons. "I am also led to believe that Sith cannot open them."

"That's the theory, sure. But I've opened a Sith holocron. It really just depends on your mindset and how you interact with the Force, at the time, I think."

A half second of debate - "If you ever want to try, I have a Jedi holocron somewhere safe." He lifts a hand, palm out. "For the record, it's nothing very special. Just a collection of works from the Jedi Archives meant to be useful to students who lack other resources and masters to learn from."

Which, in fact, makes it very precious, given the time period Ezra is originally from. But it's not exactly full of secrets or source of remarkable power.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a shot." He holds up a warning finger, "Just don't try and sell me on going Jedi. I might have my morals, but I'm still Sith." It's not unheard of for pureblooded Sith to be Jedi, but Talwyn has no love for the Jedi as an organization, even if there are individual Jedi that he likes.

He starts ticking points off, on that raised hand.

"One, it's an open question what exactly it means to be Jedi, here. I have some thoughts of my own, but there's not exactly crisp, clear, and final. I haven't really tried to get my fellow Jedi here to have some kind of mini convocation about the topic, either. Two, I suspect the self-described Sith who are already here are going to be about as confused by you as I am. Three - what does being a Sith mean to you?"

"What does being a Sith mean to me?" Talwyn leans against the railing. "Freedom. The freedom to express who I am. The freedom to find my own path. The freedom to be passionate, loving, feel something for those I care about. Freedom to shape the Empire into something better." He's not blind to the flaws in the Empire, but now that he's on the Dark Council, he has the power to change things. Even force change if he has to.

"More than that, being Sith saved me from a continued life of slavery. It gave me true freedom." Perhaps he shouldn't admit that to someone like Ezra, but it's not like anyone's going to use his past against him here.

Ezra is quiet a moment, before he says, dryly, "Funny - I'm was an orphan on the streets, not a slave. But pretty much everything else you said applies to being a Jedi, for me. Freedom. A way to try to change the Empire I grew up under. Having a family again."

"You sound like my Jedi friend. She wasn't a street orphan, but she took pride in being a Jedi, even as she became much more open-minded. We used to debate about the merits of our respective orders." She was one of the few Jedi he liked, even if they didn't get along at first. She was too much of a Jedi for her own good at first.

Ezra's not even sure where to start with that. "I would hope compassion and open mindedness goes hand in hand," he remarks, eventually.

"But maybe we can save the more details debate for another day?"

"It does for some of us," Talwyn shrugged. He knows that he's the exception and not the rule when it comes to the Sith. He's an oddball. "But, yes, I would welcome a debate some time."

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