THE STAR WARS DRESSING ROOM

I can remember when jedi were peacekeepers instead of Generals.

[Xanatos is... on a random planet! The important thing is, he doesn't know how he got here or where he is, either. He's standing outside a building, looking to the sky, frowning.]

I don't care where I am -- just where he is, and how I can get to him. I will find a way.

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[ooc: nobody knows who this character is. :| ]

This isn't where I am supposed to be...

A masked human appears out of nowhere.  They seem to be rather confused, and they spend a few moments just standing around, looking awkward. 

"Hey, does anyone know where I am? I'm a bit lost."

Again I find myself here. Most strange. There is no death here, yet there is no peace either.

Here again.


Just when that island was starting to get interesting.

Yoda meandered along, gimmer stick aiding his limping steps. Long ears twitched as he hummed and chuckled to himself before his dry voice muttered.

"A strange place this is, think I might remain I do."

While the elderly Jedi was a bit confused as to how he'd arrived, and where he was, he had long since chosen to follow where the Force sent him, content in allowing himself to be lead, rather than controlling that which was greater than himself.

Vader is basking in his own silence, all aside from the rhythmic  robtic sounding breathing from his helmet. While normally he would be doing at least something, in this place it was all beyond him now. Soon his son would be fully by his side and the Emperor would fall beneath them both. But could he really set his son down the same dark path? Such questions should not arise within his mind, but he finds the thoughts still lingering.

"Soon the time will come."

He spoke outloud to himself and no one else. Soon the Empire would be within his grasp. Soon his son would stand by his side. And soon would peace be restored by his making. He would have control over it all.

Luke is brooding quietly. Ever since his encounter with Vader - with his father - he's been thinking. He's here, where ever here is. But he knows what he has to do if her ever gets back. He has to train, he has to prepare, and he has to strike down the Emperor. And if necessary, he will ensure that the Galaxy is prepared and unified for the threat his niece - his future niece - says is coming. He won't let it happen. Not now. And not ever. All he needs is the power.

...

This... How...? This must be some sort of Jedi trick. Only they would do such a thing.