Titus

AM I THE ONLY ONE HAVING PROBLEMS WITH HER PICTURES BEING DELETED AT RANDOM?

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"Perhaps...the Jedi are not for you."

Titus frowned and her usually serene face grew darker by the moment. Finally she smiled back to her Master. "Perhaps you are right." She spoke the words with such venom that the older woman cringed. "Please excuse me....master."

It was not that Titus was a bad jedi... it was just that the Dark Side of the Force made more sense to her.

Perhaps she would always be calm, polite, respectful.... but she would never be a Jedi.

Was it possible for someone to manipulate the Dark Side without wanting to be a sith? She hoped so, especially since at this point her life she was now alone. Twenty years old, no master, no apprentice, no home, no affiliation. The only thing Titus had was her lightsaber, a lovely shade of red.

As she stood on a balcony of Coruscant she smiled wickedly at the night lights. One day they would all open their eyes and see how wrong the Jedi were- one day all of Coruscant, all of the galaxy would know.

Titus allowed the city lights to touch her a little while longer before she turned her back on Coruscant (and the Galaxy) and entered the shadows forever.