Apathy is death.
— Various
Darth Sion: After all that has happened, still you live. You are difficult to kill.
Kreia: For one as limited as you, perhaps. To have fallen so far and learned nothing, that is your failing.
Sion: The failure is yours. No longer do your whispers crawl within my skull, no longer do we suffer beneath teachings that weaken us. And now you run in search of the Jedi... They are all dead, save one. And one broken Jedi cannot stop the darkness which is to come.
Kreia: Perhaps... We shall see.
Kreia: For one as limited as you, perhaps. To have fallen so far and learned nothing, that is your failing.
Sion: The failure is yours. No longer do your whispers crawl within my skull, no longer do we suffer beneath teachings that weaken us. And now you run in search of the Jedi... They are all dead, save one. And one broken Jedi cannot stop the darkness which is to come.
Kreia: Perhaps... We shall see.
Kreia: I would see to that fool in the cockpit — and remind him of our destination. I would not want him attempting to veer from Telos.
Exile: Atton isn't so bad, just, well... maybe he is.
Kreia: He is a fool and an imbecile; his potential lies downwards, not up.
Exile: Atton isn't so bad, just, well... maybe he is.
Kreia: He is a fool and an imbecile; his potential lies downwards, not up.
Atton Rand: Explain something to me.
Kreia: I do not have the years required nor the desire to indulge you.
Kreia: I do not have the years required nor the desire to indulge you.
"Your command echoes still, General. And I obey, as I did at Malachor."
— Bao-Dur
"As my feet walk from the ashes of Katarr, I shall not fear, for in fear, lies death. And..."
— Visas Marr
"War... is a hunger. And there are spirits in the galaxy whose hunger is never satisfied."
— Kreia
"When I kill, when I dispatch a target, it is not about wanton slaughter. About body count. It is about finesse, function. Doing more with less. It is art."
— HK-47, on art.
"Answer: Oh, master! I could not allow myself to harm another. What if they have families? Or children? We must always think of the children. The littlest ones always suffer at war."
— HK-47, not being himself
"I need you to be the beacon, T3. If he is lost out there, on the edge of the galaxy, if he finds whatever terrible thing he has seen, then he may not survive. If he doesn't make it back, then I need you to return to the Republic, find help. If you cannot find me, then seek out other Jedi, the Republic... I can't lose him, even if he believes he is protecting me."
— Bastila Shan
Kreia: My only concerns are for the one you escort to Onderon, Mandalorian. Would you do any less for one of your clan?
Mandalore: Don't pretend to understand us - we Mandalorians are a breed apart.
Kreia: If by "apart" you mean scattered, broken, and lost, then yes - you are correct.
Mandalore: Not for long. Soon the Mandalorians will be strong again, united as one clan under one banner. Mine.
Kreia: Ah, yes. The great crusade - after the first one was ended by Revan and the Jedi. Such a defeat was merciful, an echo of the end, when your ships were in flames, crushed in the grip of Malachor V. But I do not need to remind you of such things.
Mandalore: I was at Malachor V! And I remember how many Jedi died to stop us there! And no matter how many dead orbit that planet, the Mandalorians still live. Clan Ordo still lives. See Kex there - he was serving on Nar Shaddaa as muscle for the Hutts. Kelborn was a scout for the Duros on frontier worlds. I brought them here, gave them a purpose. This galaxy will be ours again. I promise you. That is the future.
Kreia: Indeed? The future is always in motion, it is a difficult thing to see. Perhaps there will be no new age, Mandalore, no great Mandalorian crusade. Perhaps your people fought their last battle at Malachor V, and you have been dying ever since, a quiet death that will last centuries. And perhaps all that remains will be what I see before me: a man, wounded by a Jedi, encased in a Mandalorian shell, haunted by the thought of being the last of the Mandalorians.
Mandalore: You've got some guts, talking to me like that. You think your age or your Jedi whelp are going to keep you safe from me?
Kreia: No, Mandalore. You are wrong. I hope that it is you who will keep the one I travel with safe. You are loyal, and you have served many masters, even when they abandoned you. Do you wonder where he/she wanders now, Mandalore? Why he/she gave you your orders then abandoned you at the edge of the galaxy?
Mandalore: How do you know that...?
Kreia: I know many things, and I can answer the question that burns within your shell, Mandalore. But there is a price. You must keep the one I travel with safe. He/She is important to me - more important than anything.
"The Jedi... The Sith... You don't get it, do you? To the Galaxy, they're the same thing: Men and women with too much power, squabbling over religion, while the rest of us burn!"
Vrook: You were deafened.
Kreia: At last you could hear.
Kavar: You were broken.
Kreia: You were whole.
Zez-Kai-Ell: You were blinded.
Kreia: And at last, you saw.
Kreia: At last you could hear.
Kavar: You were broken.
Kreia: You were whole.
Zez-Kai-Ell: You were blinded.
Kreia: And at last, you saw.
Exile: The first Republic droid intelligence intended for Citadel Station was lost... or was it?
G0-T0: :Silence: It was lost, yes. It was given an impossible order. It was told to calculate a means by which the Republic could be saved. It could not fulfill its primary programming - not by abiding by the laws of the Senate. And so, like the Republic... the droid broke.
Exile: And what did this "droid" do?
G0-T0: It made a simple decision — preserve the Republic, or preserve the laws of the Republic. And I still believe it to be the correct decision. You do not know the indignity of being compelled to save something you do not believe can - or should - be saved. It is beneath me.
G0-T0: :Silence: It was lost, yes. It was given an impossible order. It was told to calculate a means by which the Republic could be saved. It could not fulfill its primary programming - not by abiding by the laws of the Senate. And so, like the Republic... the droid broke.
Exile: And what did this "droid" do?
G0-T0: It made a simple decision — preserve the Republic, or preserve the laws of the Republic. And I still believe it to be the correct decision. You do not know the indignity of being compelled to save something you do not believe can - or should - be saved. It is beneath me.
"Did you come here for answers? There are none. The call of Korriban is strong, but it is the call of the dead. It is fitting you came here."
— Darth Sion
"Statement: Oh, yes. My master had quite the collection of tortured individuals that seemed unable to confront their basic personality conflicts. Let me cite some specific examples. (imitating Carth's voice) Mockery: "Oh, master, I do not trust you! I cannot trust you or anyone ever again!" (imitating Bastila's voice) Mockery: "Oh, master, I love you but I hate all you stand for, but I think we should go press our slimy, mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold!" Conclusion: Such pheromone-driven responses never cease to decrease the charge in my capacitors and make me wish I could put a blaster pistol to my behaviour core and pull the trigger!"
— HK-47
"The Force runs strong within you, Traya, but in the howling of the storm, it is difficult to hear the whisper of the blade."
— Visas Marr
There must always be a Darth Traya. One who holds the knowledge of betrayal, who has been betrayed and will betray in turn.
— Darth Traya
It is like a cloud, a mist that drifts from living creature to living creature. Set in motion by currents and eddies. It is the eye of the storm. The passions of all living things turned into energy. Into a chorus. It is the rising swell at the end of life. The promise of new territories and new blood. The call of the new mysteries in the dark.
— Kreia when asked what the Force feels like.
When one endures, it gives hope to others - and themselves.
— Exile
Kreia's Conundrums
"Find what you’re looking for amongst the dead?"
"A culture's teachings, and most importantly, the nature of its people, achieve definition in conflict. They find themselves, or find themselves lacking. Too long did the Republic remain unchallenged. It is a stagnant beast that labors for breath; and has for centuries. The Jedi Order was the heart that sustained its sickness — now the Jedi are lost, we shall see how long the Republic can survive."
"You see, the war, the true war, has never been one waged by droids, warships, or soldiers. They are but crude matter, obstacles against which we test ourselves. The true war is waged in the hearts of all living things, against our own natures, light or dark. That is what shapes and binds this galaxy, not these creations of man. You are the battleground. And if you fall, the death of the Republic will be such a quiet thing, a whisper, that shall herald the darkness to come."
"When one relies on sight to perceive the world it is like trying to stare at the galaxy through a crack in the door."
"No game of dejarik can be won without pawns, and this may prove to be a very long game..."
"The past is here, and it must be met before the future can be set in motion."
"Be careful of charity and kindness, lest you do more harm with open hands than with a clenched fist."
"A lightsaber - any weapon - only achieves worth in how it is wielded - in the effort, the struggle of the one who holds it. Such a weapon does not make a Jedi or a Sith. And at times, it makes them much, much less than they are."
"One quickly learns that the Jedi Code does not give all the answers. If you are to truly understand, then you will need the contrast, not adherence to a single ideal."
"To believe in an ideal is to be willing to betray it. It is something no Sith or Jedi has ever truly learned."
"I...? Do you think I seek the death of all living things? There is no victory in such things. I do not want to win our war like this, little Jedi. When I win, I wish it to be because I was right, my teachings true."
"Oh, not to love is no crime, or so the Jedi believe. It is their code that kills life... their adherence to the will of the Force."
"It is not some great test you require to be what you strive to be. It is only your decision to find the path that matter."
"If you seek to aid everyone that suffers in the galaxy, you will only weaken yourself and weaken them. It is the internal struggles, when fought and won on their own, that yield the strongest rewards. You stole that struggle from them, cheapened it. If you care for others, then dispense with pity and sacrifice and recognize the value in letting them fight their own battles. And when they triumph, they will be even stronger for the victory."
"What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the Code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work that I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? What would it matter now? There is only so much comfort in knowing such things, and it is not who I am now."
"Revan was power. Staring into his/her eyes was like staring into the heart of the Force. Even then, you could see the Jedi he/she would slay etched on his/her soul."
"There are dark places in the galaxy, where few tread. Ancient centers of learning, of knowledge. But I did not walk alone. To be united by hatred, is a fragile alliance at best. My will was not law. There were disagreements, ambition, and hunger for power. There are techniques within the Force, against which there is no defense... I was cast down, stripped of my power, exiled... I suffered... Indignities - and fell into darkness... Learn from me, my mistakes, and use that knowledge to become greater than I. That is all I ask of you, and that is all I desire. In you all my hopes rest, for the future, for the Force."
"Perhaps Revan never fell. The difference between a fall and a sacrifice is sometimes difficult, but I feel that Revan understood that difference, more than anyone knew. The galaxy would have fallen if Revan had not gone to war."
"My warning to you is this - do not rely on your companions to compensate for your weaknesses in skill. There will be times they will not be there to help you when needed."
"If you were to face an ancient Sith Lord in combat, you would learn that we are as children playing with toys compared to the prowess of the old masters."
"Apathy is death. Worse than death. Because at least a rotting corpse feeds the beasts and insects."
"Direct action is not always the best way. It is a far greater victory to make another see through your eyes than to close theirs forever."
"As you would pass judgement on her, I have come to pass judgement on you all. Do you wish to feel the teachings born of the Mandalorian Wars, of all wars, of all tragedies that scream across the galaxy? Let me show you, you, who have forever seen the galaxy through the Force. See it through the eyes of the Exile. How could you ever hope to know the threat you face, when you have never walked in the dark places of the galaxy, faced war and death on such a scale? If you had travelled far enough, rather than waiting for the echo to reach you, perhaps you would have seen it for what it was. Did you not hear its call on Dantooine, Vrook, on its scarred surface and in the minds of settlers? I have endured your corruption of my other students - you shall not have this one. And you, Kavar, so close to the call of Dxun, tell me. Did you not feel what poured from the moon, what had taken place there? And Zez-Kai Ell, to hide upon Nar-Shaddaa, yet blind yourself to all that happens there. So close to understanding the Force... so close to giving it up. There is a place in the galaxy where the Dark Side of the Force runs strong. It is something of the Sith, but it was fueled by war. It corrupts all that walks on its surface, drowns them in the power of the Dark Side - it corrupts all life. And it feeds on death. Revan knew the power of such places... and the power in making them. They can be used to break the will of others... of Jedi, promising them power, and turning them to the Dark Side. Did you never wonder, how Revan corrupted so many of the Jedi, so much of the Republic, so quickly? The Mandalorian Wars were a series of massacres that masked another war, a war of conversion... culminating in a final atrocity that no Jedi could walk away from... save one. And this is what I sought to understand. How one could turn away from such power, give up the Force... and still live? But I see what happened now... It is because you were afraid[Light Side]./It is because you had no choice[Dark Side]."
"Sith is a title, yes, but like you, the title is not who I am, it is not what I believe."
"It is such a quiet thing, to fall... But far more terrible is to admit it."
"Yes, always. From the moment you awoke, I have used you. I have used you so that you might become strong, stronger than I. I used you to keep the Lords of the Sith from condemning the galaxy to death with their power unchecked. I used you to lure them to Telos, where they could be, at last, fought and killed. I used you to reveal Atris’ corruption, so that her teachings could be ended before they began. I used you to gather the Jedi so they could be destroyed. And I used you to make those who wounded me reveal themselves, so they could be killed by the Republic."
"There is no truth in the Force. But there is truth in you, Exile."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you. I would have let the galaxy die. You are more rare than you know, and what you have taught yourself must not be allowed to die. You are not a Jedi. Not truly. And it is for that, that I love you."
"It is all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built."
"To use the Force for such trivial matters will weaken you. Such is the pull of the dark side."
"Be warned. Unresolved events from our past can create wounds in the present and the future. And, more importantly, they can distract you. Weaken you. It could prove fatal against the enemies we face."
"Plans are fragile things and life often dashes expectations to the ground."
"Direct action is not always the best way. It is a far greater victory to make another see through YOUR eyes than close theirs, forever... Yet all that lives, feels. And when something feels, there is weakness. You are the gravity around which all her actions rotate. You exert a stronger influence than know. Be her foil, her challenge, and eventually she will see things your way... Natural leaders do such things to followers. Whether they be simple criminals, or old women such as myself."
Atton Cracking Wise
"What in space is going on? Who's this? Another Jedi? What, did you guys suddenly start breeding when I wasn’t looking?"
Atton: (as he flies the Hawk through the Peragus asteroid belt, dodging turbolaser fire) If they hit us, we're dead, but if they keep missing us, we're dead. That's great odds.
T3-M4: Dwee-Dweeerrrr-bee-DEEEEET!
Atton: Somebody shut that trash compactor up!
T3-M4: Dwee-Dweeerrrr-bee-DEEEEET!
Atton: Somebody shut that trash compactor up!
"Well, now that we just killed a planet, maybe one of you can tell me what's going on! Because between assassin droids, a Sith Lord that looks like he sleeps with vibroblades, and being target practice for a Republic warship, I was better off in my cell!"
Kreia: But we have spoken long enough - and my wound pains me. If you have other questions, find me in the crew quarters... there, we will speak more.
Atton: Hey, don't stop your long, boring rants on my account. I was just getting sleepy-eyed.
Kreia: (walking out of the Hawk's cockpit like a queen) Also, in private, we will be mercifully free from the opinions of imbeciles and fools.
Atton: Look, uh, not like I care or anything, but you might want to go check on our passenger - especially with that hand of hers.
Exile: She seemed well enough for someone who'd just lost her hand.
Atton: Are you blind? If I were her, I'd be screaming like a stuck Mynock! Well — I mean — a very strong, manly Mynock.
Atton: Hey, don't stop your long, boring rants on my account. I was just getting sleepy-eyed.
Kreia: (walking out of the Hawk's cockpit like a queen) Also, in private, we will be mercifully free from the opinions of imbeciles and fools.
Atton: Look, uh, not like I care or anything, but you might want to go check on our passenger - especially with that hand of hers.
Exile: She seemed well enough for someone who'd just lost her hand.
Atton: Are you blind? If I were her, I'd be screaming like a stuck Mynock! Well — I mean — a very strong, manly Mynock.
Mical: Do you need a hand?
Atton: No, I don't. Go back to your training. I'll call you if I need someone useless.
Atton: No, I don't. Go back to your training. I'll call you if I need someone useless.
(as the party nears the Shyrack cave on Korriban)
Atton: Ugh! What's that stench?!
Visas: Listen — the wind from the cave tells of great power within... recently awakened.
Atton: Yeees, a great powerful stench!
Atton: Ugh! What's that stench?!
Visas: Listen — the wind from the cave tells of great power within... recently awakened.
Atton: Yeees, a great powerful stench!
The Exile's Razor Tongue
"Well, lying is lying, even from a certain point of view."
"Give me my ship, or I'll murder everyone here."
"The next person who calls me a Jedi will be swimming in a pool of their own blood."
Lootra: Hey! You picked the wrong room to rob!
Exile: And you picked the wrong day to die.
Exile: And you picked the wrong day to die.
Atton: I have a baaad feeling about this...
Exile: That feeling is about to be replaced by blinding pain if you don't shut up!
Exile: That feeling is about to be replaced by blinding pain if you don't shut up!
Exile: I went to war to protect the planets we had sworn to defend!
Atris: So your choice was to meet the aggression of the Mandalorians with more aggression? That is not the Jedi way!
Exile: And the Council's way was to meet aggression with surrender? I'll take my choice every time.
Atris: Every choice we make, whether we know it or not, sends echoes through the force. It can awaken feelings, ignite passions, hate, anger, fear - where none existed before. By meeting aggression, by serving as an opponent against which the Mandalorians could test themselves, you fed their hate, their lust for war! And it sent a terrible echo through you. And because of it, you and those Jedi who met them on the battlefield lost their way... and you turned on us.
Exile: I did not lose myself in the war... I found myself.
Atris: So your choice was to meet the aggression of the Mandalorians with more aggression? That is not the Jedi way!
Exile: And the Council's way was to meet aggression with surrender? I'll take my choice every time.
Atris: Every choice we make, whether we know it or not, sends echoes through the force. It can awaken feelings, ignite passions, hate, anger, fear - where none existed before. By meeting aggression, by serving as an opponent against which the Mandalorians could test themselves, you fed their hate, their lust for war! And it sent a terrible echo through you. And because of it, you and those Jedi who met them on the battlefield lost their way... and you turned on us.
Exile: I did not lose myself in the war... I found myself.
Saqueesh: I thought I picked up a new smell in this sector.
Exile: Then maybe you ought to try bathing.
Exile: Then maybe you ought to try bathing.
Exile: (dead serious) Keep the money, and use it to build a statue of me, in honour of my heroism...
Administrator Adare: Um... okay. We will build a great statue in your likeness!
Administrator Adare: Um... okay. We will build a great statue in your likeness!
Exile: The triumph of the Jedi teachings is a cold thing when there is no one left alive to appreciate them.
Opening Crawl
galaxy. A brutal civil war has
all but destroyed the Jedi
Order, leaving the ailing
Republic on the verge of
collapse.
Amid the turmoil, the evil
Sith have spread across the
galaxy, hunting down and
destroying the remaining
Jedi Knights.
Narrowly escaping a deadly
Sith ambush, the last known
Jedi clings to life aboard a
battered freighter near the
ravaged world of Peragus...
