The Rebel Faction

"Whatever works," Arkan responded. He walked briskly behind Zeta, not faltering his his step and eager to depart.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I just needed to respond.

Looking quizzically at the Sith Lord, wondering what kind of knowledge this one wanted from Arkan, for innocent curiousities were unusual. Then again, he understood unpredictability, therefore he was compelled to go along. Truthfully.

"What do I know about the darkside? There is no darkside. But if you wish for me to elaborate upon the duality given by Jedi and Sith unable to cope with complex reasoning, I shall admit I know that the darkside is the Force used through the rawness of emotion and clouding the focus but unleashing power tapped into the heart of the Force. A person of raw power is unable to cope with the confines of his reality, thus unable to harness extensive abilities and succumbing to chaos. This power can be reached by any Force-user, except for the fact that the perceptions of each individual differ so much and have become so imbedded into duality, that the essential oneness of the Force is overlooked and thus... Jedi cannot access the darkness as easily, neither can the Sith access the light as easily... confined to duality. This is the perception of that which is life, that which is death, that which is but one second, that which is but eternal."

Arkan nodded, giving a bit of a smile in Zeta's acceptance of his view. But inside, despite having this sort of understanding, Arkan did not feel any better sharing his perspective of the Force. Something was boring into him, something that occurred to him had been affecting him all along. In truth to himself, Arkan was always so tense that it had become second-nature to him and for some reason, he was able to focus through his tension. But in reality, he was never relieved, never satisfied. The Force had gifted him with much, but in terms of acceptance, that was rare and a joyful moment. Only a moment, though.

As far as Arkan understood, the enforcing quote that isolated him from just giving out his view without being asked is the very point of "that is your opinion, I don't have to agree with it" sort of thing. Arkan's uncle told him that in his younger years and how he hated how much this would be played again and again later on. Depression felt so much better than being without true emotion like he had always been. Arkan was not the happy-camper everyone thought himself to be. He may have had a good character, but within that, there was a very upset core that took being philosophically shut-out by so many people.

"If anything, Zeta," Arkan began, "I'd be glad to die by your blade. Not now, for there is much to learn before I find my purpose as the Force sees fit, but if the time should arrive that I would die... and if it was by your blade... I would willingly accept that. It is more common than any, that people would deny themselves accepting the views of others, fearing of simple being wrong and feeling humility or that they are accustomed to seeing their own view as the sovereign rule, that their own world would tear down because of what may come of the other being right.

"I am not saying you are wrong. I am just glad you are not shutting me out." And at finish, Arkan allowed a few moments of silence before he sighed.

Likewise looking out through the viewport, Rhen Var was coming up pretty quickly. The trip seemed rather fast compared to his standard time with Revenant. This ship was definitely geared for speed. And upon the ice world, Arkan would establish the feeling of cold and abandon so prevailent in this second life. Where tundra crags were parallels to his lifeline that narrowly missed the scissors of Fate. But likewise did the jutting forms of ice remind him of pieces on a massive game-board, pawns or fate-changers that would ultimately shape his reality and how he would percieve it.

"I openly conform to unpredictability, change, and the belief that there is no preparation except for the ends which you know is definite," Arkan replied to Zeta's question.

The vessel soon delved into the foggy atmosphere, marring their view with clouds and more clouds until scant bits of clarity welcomed them to an unsurprising landscape. Ice plateaus, icy mountain ranges, ice deserts, and all other manifestations of glacial terrain. If anyone would seek a place of isolation, this would be the place to be. Ulic Qel'Droma was the first to live here in solitude and die here redeemed of the darkness.

"We can start immediately when the exit to the cold is made..."

"Fast and careful," Arkan continued looking out the window, continuing to feel hollow and empty, but covered with knowledge, perception, and understanding. If he were just plain and pure like the snow, that would be so much easier, but being mortal did not grant him that liberty. He was tainted by the closed view of what existed before him and what can only exist, but it was the Force that reminded him there was always something beyond.

Like an inversion of an energy field he knew so well, Arkan focused into himself and slowed the metabolic processes of his entire body while his mind was steadily aware of all that went on around him. The descent was clean and smooth. This vessel of Zeta would do well in stealth, at least that is how it seemed inside.

When the landing gears began to unlock and set down, Arkan let his metabolism return to normal.

"There should be another blizzard in a number of minutes. The moment I step off, I propose we begin lightsaber combat. I've been meaning to test a new method of combat-style and I do not know its effectiveness. Plus, a few pointers in how I fight would help."