Get creative.
Get silly.
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"Get the hell out of Balmorra, maaaan!"
"Make love, not war!"
"But not with aliens, that's illegal!"
The protesters marched around the outside of the Sith citadel like rainbow coloured ants swarming a corpse. "There must have been thousands. How did they even fit in the speeders to get over here?" Pirrel stood within Darth Marr's council chambers, looking unnerved. Sweat rolled down his face, and Marr could practically smell the pungent scent of confusion and fear emanating from the man. The Dark Lord drummed his fingers on the armrest of his throne. "...And what, exactly, do they ask of us, Commander?" Pirrel stood rigid. "Uh...they...demand our full capitulation and conversion to a socialist state based on love and affection for the fellow man, m'lord." Marr paused. "Who speaks for these vagrants, Commander?"
Just as the words left Marr's throat, the grand doors to the chambers opened magnificently, and in strode a tall, olive skinned human with rough, coarse facial hair, a series of blood red tattoos in the shape of peace signs, love hearts and flowers, and long, flowing braided hair. "I do." He growled rather aggressively for a protester. Marr paused, fingers drumming. Pirrel took a few involuntary steps backward, cowering. "Lord Carvur." Marr said.
Carvur shook his head. "My new name is Edelweiss." Marr's mask locked on the hippie for a few brief moments, as if not quite sure what he had heard. "...Edelweiss." Edelweiss nodded. "I lead the peace rallies, man." "You will address me by my title, vagrant." "That would be enforcing hierarchical and social divides, brother." Marr again stared. "Need I remind you that we are currently at war, you foolish dissenting-" Edelweiss raised a hand. "Don't condescend to me, in our new society, we will be equals." Marr clenched a gloved fist, slamming it into the armrest of his throne. "There will be no new societ-" "Whatever, man. The colour revolution is coming, whether you want it to or not."
Pirrel raises a hand. "Might I ask your demands, Lord Edelweiss?" Edelweiss turned, amber eyes glowing with a warm radiance. "We want this Dark Council of evil and despair dismantled in favour of a people's elected government. Also the military and navy need to go. And the Sith will be renamed to the Rainbow Warriors and given more appropriate attire to befit their new responsibility." Marr cocked his head, cracking his neck. "...Which is?" "Enforcement of love, and the protection of Mother Eart-uh...Dromund Kaas's environment." "An environment made specifically to kill you." "Listen man, we're not questioning Mother Kaas's divine plan for her children. We're just flowing like her rivers." Pirrel frowned, looking confused. "What does that even-" Edelweiss dug into a pocket, walking toward Marr at an alarming pace. Marr sat as still as a statue, watching the hippie. Edelweiss moved up the ornate steps gently, producing a single, lively yellow daisy.
"You just gotta let love into your bitter heart, Brother Marr." Marr made no movement as Edelweiss slotted the flower in between a tube on his breastplate and the armour, the daisy sitting there undisturbed, a stark contrasts to the dark colours of the Sith's armour.
Marr was silent for a long time. Edelweiss played a quiet, melancholy tune on a strange little instrument he had produced. Pirrel stood awkwardly, occasionally glancing up fearfully to Marr. Finally, Marr spoke. "...Commander Pirrel, contact Satele Shan. I think a...discourse on this peace idea would be a wonderful change of pace." The Dark Lord thumbed the daisy gently.
