12-15-2024, 05:06 PM
Staring at him for several moments in silence, Mak looked down at the bottle of scotch that had been left by the waitress, studying the label intently before he downed his second glass of the liquor. Looking back up at Jameris, Mak twirled his cane absentmindedly in his lower right hand.
"Do you know when this bottle was laid down? I didn't even know at first; I just asked the waitress to get me a bottle of Corellian scotch and I saw the year on the label while I was waiting. It was laid fourteen years ago, which really isn't that long of a time when it comes to liquor. I've drank bottles that were laid twenty and thirty years before it was opened."
Mak sighed, picking the bottle up and looking at it again.
"Do you know where I was fourteen years ago? Right at the edge of the line that separates the light and the darkness. I was slithering precariously to the point that a single push was enough for me to fall to the Dark Side. Practically every Jedi in the Order viewed me as a dangerous threat due to my militant actions against the Empire, the Sith and the Witches. My enemies were hunting me down, trying to kill me at any and all costs. I had no friends, no allies and no comrades."
"Fourteen years..."
Placing the bottle back on the table, Mak stared at Jameris, his beard crinkling.
"I'm the last person who would bring you in, because in many ways, we're the same. We made our choices to do what we thought was right, and we live with those decisions every day. That's what most Jedi will never understand what it truly means to be a rogue."
"Do you know when this bottle was laid down? I didn't even know at first; I just asked the waitress to get me a bottle of Corellian scotch and I saw the year on the label while I was waiting. It was laid fourteen years ago, which really isn't that long of a time when it comes to liquor. I've drank bottles that were laid twenty and thirty years before it was opened."
Mak sighed, picking the bottle up and looking at it again.
"Do you know where I was fourteen years ago? Right at the edge of the line that separates the light and the darkness. I was slithering precariously to the point that a single push was enough for me to fall to the Dark Side. Practically every Jedi in the Order viewed me as a dangerous threat due to my militant actions against the Empire, the Sith and the Witches. My enemies were hunting me down, trying to kill me at any and all costs. I had no friends, no allies and no comrades."
"Fourteen years..."
Placing the bottle back on the table, Mak stared at Jameris, his beard crinkling.
"I'm the last person who would bring you in, because in many ways, we're the same. We made our choices to do what we thought was right, and we live with those decisions every day. That's what most Jedi will never understand what it truly means to be a rogue."