#class quest

One of the most interesting things I find about this storyline is that it tells us that the WoL is not as okay as people think. Like, we are so not okay that our regrets and worries have become so strong that they are now walking, talking, physical beings. Independent from us and without us even knowing.

All of our buried emotion came to life. And its totally relatable and understandable, too. One being our frustrations about being everyones go-to hero and soldier, taking on the heaviest burdens and doing all of the heavy lifting when worst comes to worst. Which it does very often. Turns out were not as compliant as we seem, and have resentment about people constantly asking so much of us.

The other being the embodiment of our grief. About how many lives weve had to take away. Even physically resembling several of the people we failed to save while fighting this endless war. This shadow is so apologetic and sad all the time and it really says a lot about the WoL.

And then theres the fact that even though this is kind of a big deal, the only two people that know about it are Sidurgu and Rielle, and they wouldnt have even known about it had they not just watched us fight ourself, alongside our other self. 

Which by the way, our other self Fray was someone Sidurgu knew. Not only did we not tell him that Fray was us the whole time, when we fought and reabsorbed Fray, we let Sidurgu believe he was dead. Like, we stayed silent right up to the point where they could have been killed, and thats when we finally decide to release Fray infront of them. 

For someone considered a close personal friend to so many people, the WoL is a very closed person. We know so many of other peoples deepest secrets and fears, and yet not a single person in lets say, the scions; knows this about us.

When the old man opened his mouth in protest, Talos cut him off by turning to Ma’at. “My lord, the quest for immortality is what led your own master to such a disastrous end. With your particular history, I would highly suggest letting those machines rust.”

Facing the unexpected castoff from Darth Thanaton, Ma’at gestured to Talos. “You’ve heard my most trusted advisor. Desist all explorations into this technology and focus your efforts elsewhere. I'm more interested in prolonging the life of our Empire than my own.”

“Of course, my lord.” The old man folded liver stopped hands and bowed. “I’ll return to Dromund Kaas and take up one of your other projects.”

Ma’at nodded, then excused herself from the dilapidated building. Once outside in the fetid, Raider's Cove air, Tuathal clapped Talos on the back. “Wise words, my friend. Someone needs to talk sense into our stubborn Darth Imperius.”

While Ma’at glared, Talos put his hands on his hips. “I do hope that I didn’t sway your mind. Surely, you were already going to destroy those infernal machines.”

To be completely honest, Ma’at hadn’t considered it. Her fingers and toes still tingled from the current, and her mind felt foggy. She was more concerned with sleeping off the excess of whatever coursed through her system than making an imperial decision.

The pause to consider her answer only served to irritate the three men surrounding Ma'at. With a snort from Quinn, an eye roll from Tully, and a stern glare from Talos, Ma’at held up her hands in surrender. “How is it that I, a member of the Dark Council, am subject to such scrutiny by the likes of you. Two of which have no connection to the Force?”

With a charming smile, Tuathal draped an around Ma’at’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Because we all care too much to tolerate any more foolhardy schemes from you.”

“Indeed,” Talos added with an earnest expression that never failed to make Ma’at feel like agreeing to anything. “You are the mother of our children, and dearest companion. Completely irreplaceable.”

Ma’at turned a questioning look to Quinn, who sighed with eyes cast skyward. “My lord Tuathal would be impossible to live with should something happen to his beloved wife.”

Slapping at the stuffy man’s stomach, Ma’at laughed. “I love you too, Malavai.” With a look to the ones most dear to her heart, Ma'at nodded. “The deed is done, and I will no longer attempt to gain power or longevity through artificial means. Now, shall we return to being pirates?”

“Aye, matey,” Talos quipped as he slipped on an audacious hat that he’d purchased from one of the local vendors. The ghastly thing was far too large for his head, but Ma’at found it adorable.