Erekose
Eternal Champion
I'm not sure any one else will find this funny but this is a response I came up with when one of my player's wondered aloud what the children of Leia and Han would be like . . .
Credo of the Grey Jedi
Choose the Light side. Choose the Dark side. Choose a monastic lifestyle. Choose a spirit crushing one. Choose all-in-one white robes with matching lightsabre. Choose a black leather battlesuit and a big cloak. Choose a group of nice friends. Choose to dominate them. Choose a small fighter shaped like an X. Choose a small moon capable of destroying a whole planet. Choose intergalactic fights with mindless clones. Choose crushing weakling rebels. Choose DIY starship engineering and wondering who you are when faced with your evil father on Besbin’s Cloud City. Choose sitting in that Super Star Destroyer mindlessly vaporizing the rebel fleet with carefree abandon. Choose a happy ending, watching your sister marry your best friend while you’re hailed saviour of the galaxy. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, dying on yet another blasted Death Star, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish clones that followed you. Choose Light. Choose Dark. But who would want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose either: I chose something else.
Credo of the Grey Jedi
Choose the Light side. Choose the Dark side. Choose a monastic lifestyle. Choose a spirit crushing one. Choose all-in-one white robes with matching lightsabre. Choose a black leather battlesuit and a big cloak. Choose a group of nice friends. Choose to dominate them. Choose a small fighter shaped like an X. Choose a small moon capable of destroying a whole planet. Choose intergalactic fights with mindless clones. Choose crushing weakling rebels. Choose DIY starship engineering and wondering who you are when faced with your evil father on Besbin’s Cloud City. Choose sitting in that Super Star Destroyer mindlessly vaporizing the rebel fleet with carefree abandon. Choose a happy ending, watching your sister marry your best friend while you’re hailed saviour of the galaxy. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, dying on yet another blasted Death Star, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish clones that followed you. Choose Light. Choose Dark. But who would want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose either: I chose something else.