There was a long silence, finally broken by Teff’ith. Jedi Grand Master mom, Supreme Commander dad. Now we get why Theron’s so messed up. So you sending a fleet, or what?
One Master and one apprentice; one to embody the power, the other to crave it
Now you know why I told HK-Forty-seven he couldn’t come, Revan told T3. He’d probably try to clear a path through all these ‘meatbags’ with a flamethrower.
My name is Bane. Bane of the Sith.
Honor is a fool’s prize, Bane replied, reciting a passage from one of the volumes he had recently read in the archives. Glory is of no use to the dead.
He walked slowly up and down the rows, glancing at titles and authors, hoping to find something useful. He was so intent in his search that he failed to notice the dark, hooded figure that entered the...
Grissom chose to remain completely fair and unbiased: he told every single one of them to go to hell.
Don’t count on others for help. In the end each of us is in this alone. The survivors are those who know how to look out for themselves.
Destroying your enemies—even destroying a planet—was understandable. But this wasn’t simple destruction. It was annihilation; obliteration. The very fabric of the Force had been shredded. Anyone capab...
By its very nature, the dark side invites rivalry and strife. This is the greatest strength of the Sith: it culls the weak from our order.
Materialism—an attachment to physical goods beyond their practical value—was a trap; a chain to ensnare the foolish with their own greed.
It was the irrepressible Twi’lek who finally said what they were all thinking but didn’t have the courage to bring up. You know you both naked, right?
He is human—they are a lesser species. Over the decades, the dark side has exacted too great a toll on his body. He is a hollow shell of what he once was.
The strength to survive must come from within. Others will always fail you. Friends, family, fellow soldiers … in the end, each person must stand alone. When in need, look to the self.
Working to make everybody equal didn’t leave much chance for anyone to achieve greatness.
When you finally betray me, I hope you care enough to try to kill me yourself.
Those who ask for mercy, he answered coldly, are too weak to deserve it.
There is no shame in falling, Pernicar said, standing up. There is only shame if you refuse to rise once again.
The mind with many secrets can never rest.
Knowledge is power, Bane. My purpose is to give you that knowledge. It is up to you to figure out how best to use it.