Plague: A Counselor's Account (Star Wars: The Old Republic Online, Jedi Counselor Dark Side)

It started out sincerely enough,

For innocence was forfeited long ago,

And dangerous times forced my master to forgo,

Daily rituals to keep my power handcuffed,

They insisted patience and restraint was all part of my training,

But without peace what am I gaining.

Fell from the clouds and expected to hit the ground running,

I know the force is strong in me but they’re throwing words around like “prodigy”,

I was barely introduced to my master before being warned a barbarian race were attacking,

I suppose the Padawans and younglings were on their own for my master valued ancient holocrons as worthy of saving,

The only advice she gave was “Just remember that anger leads to the dark side but please kill them all”,

I only joined the order to aid the downtrodden not to become a mindless thrall,

These transparent faces all convey the same thing,

Regurgitating the reasons behind their rigid thinking,

I’ll give give the Jedi credit for the their gall for it’s not an olive branch but a lightsaber they desire,

To save the Order from a plague created by an ancient Sith’s ire,

I dreaded how far my purpose will fall after these events have transpired.

But peaceful posturing won’t win this war we need something revolutionary,

With the hidden secrets of rebel Jedi Rajavari I’ll transform the Jedi into an army,

If it’s for the greater good than I’ll accept the call of duty,

To save the Jedi infected with the plague only if they’re worthy,

For the extent a disease of the mind can cause is beyond our comprehension,

However it’s better to act now than be consumed by apprehension.



Part 2: Transition



My master has been acting strangely,

And I’m not assuaged by the constant “it’s nothing”s,

Sifting through the spectral memories of past Jedi masters I only found the excuses behind their fall,

Their reasoning as secure as their derelict temple’s crumbling walls,

It took nine of the greatest Jedi minds to counter the machinations of one Sith, pathetic,

The weapon they gave me to win the war is a healing technique, how poetic,

Most Jedi wound view my situation as a holy crusade combatting a cancerous disorder,

But with the destruction of their teachings I can re-direct the Order,

And with the plague as the catalyst I become even closer to completing an even greater mission,

A chance to weed out the weak, averting the Jedi’s dissolution,

All Jedi from master to Padawan are suspect,

For the Sith Morrhage’s plague infests your mind making you his puppet,

Let me say this once so that all will understand,

Any who succumb will not be spared only those worthy of saving will receive my healing brand.



Part 3: Finality



I can’t believe my own master turned against me,

Sentimental weakness prevented me from seeing it coming,

Foolish of me not to notice her obvious slipping,

Her death means nothing, only that she came so close to succeeding that’s concerning,

It would seem that shielding these degenerates consumes too much of my strength,

Why are the few under my aegis not by side while those unprotected are at arm’s length,

I know they’re all plotting against me, husks under Morrhage’s sway,

And each day of executing the infected their numbers grow while my power wanes,

How can the Jedi Council even dare to question my approach,

They named me Barsen’Thor Warden of the Order, I am above reproach,

If I can’t save all of them why should any survive,

They’re mistaken if they think I care who dies,

I will stop at nothing to eliminate the source of this plague

Cutting through Sith and Jedi alike until I can no longer count the dead,

Ironic that the Sith die laughing while the Jedi beg,

Through my trials and tribulations I have found the Sith responsible, Lord Vivicar,

A fallen Jedi out for revenge with eyes as red as rage and a soul as black as tar,

I must end his life before he ends mine,

For I feel his corruption wrapping around my mind like vines,

No longer will I hear his whispers in the back of my head,

Savoring the sight of every Jedi I’ve killed reveling in the dread,

But this end here and now,

I can feel him crawling through my veins,

Promising me an Order of my own as a reward for all of my pain,

And as I sever Vivicar’s head from his body Morrhage’s spirit floods out,

His majesty overwhelms me, his freedom from fear and doubt,

Morrhage’s vision stretches out before me instantly converting me from enemy to a devout,

I beg on my knees for my new master to possess me making my soul an open doorway,

All of this power and freedom in exchange for my body isn’t a high price to pay,

For I am Terrak Morrhage, the greatest Sith of the age.