Twice Fallen - Archibald Loreantus

Foreword: I suppose if you’re reading this, then you’ve bypassed whichever security measures I used to keep my private thoughts to myself. Of course you have. I’m sure you’re looking for all of the latest gossip in higher circles. Everyone can always use a word in the right place to their own ends, and I’m sure this is what you’ll do when reading this. Well whatever. I’ll be certain not to put in anything that might be unduly used against me later on.

My name is Archibald Loreantus. I probably would have had a good life of power and prestige I duly deserved. I’m the son of Aloysius Loreantus, one of Coruscant’s many senators. He was a man of power with plenty of means to achieve the ends he had desired. I have the utmost respect for him, and he made sure I wanted for nothing in this world.

That is, until I found both my blessing and curse, my sensitivity ot the force. Like any youth that finds themselves duly sensitive, I was sent to be trained by the Jedi. It was certainly something we both at the time appreciated. The Jedi are a respected body that wields considerable influence and holds a crucial place in the Republic. I certainly would have been happy to wield the power they did. If only they would have actually let me have that power in the first place, that is.

Years went on, years I’d wasted. The Jedi didn’t teach me much and kept trying to ensure I was cut off from my family and their prestige. Further it seemed like they were trying to stifle my ambitions, as if they didn’t want anything but a puppet to their own desires. I still had my station to look forward to. I could have attended several of the more prestigious colleges with my talents instead, as I simply wasn’t malleable enough to be one of their little minions. Regardless, after a while, I was deemed unsuitable for further training. All of it was a waste, they hadn’t taught me how to harness the power of the force, not to mention the utter disgrace and indignity of having a family member denied Jedi training. Can you imagine? I wonder if one of my father’s rivals had anything to do with it, he certainly had plenty of enemies in political circles in the senate, although I suspect the Jedi made it all on their own.

Well, at least I could then return to a more civilian role. Other forms of higher education were open to me at least, though the stigma of being a Jedi Reject was entirely unpleasant to deal with. I could deal with it however. I still had time to find power in another form.

Of course the world wasn’t through putting me through several odious indignities. It all was that fateful day I remember all too well, when my father was arrested and charged with a multitude of corruption offenses. The whole thing was of course rubbish, it’s not like every senator doesn’t do everything they can to consolidate their own power. There was a trial and everything. I also remember the nasty face of republic troopers as they tried to interrogate me about everything I knew about my father’s business. Naturally I was skilled enough in wordplay that they didn’t get anything of import out of me, but it was ever so irritating to be hassled by their constant insipid questioning at every turn.
It didn’t matter in the end. Evidently they had enough evidence at the trial to name my father guilty on an unprecedented length of corruption charges. I had to admire his rivals in a way, who managed to arrange such a thing, they’d taken a powerful man and reduced him to nothing. It’s something I would do in their position if I had the opportunity. Regardless, there was nothing I could do at that point as he was hauled off to jail.
I of course didn’t expect them to stop harrying me, and they didn’t. I was still pressured for questioning at every turn. Many of my family’s assets were seized as part of the guilty ruling. I would have plotted the downfall of everyone responsible except I had nowhere near the assets required to make that happen.

So here I am, on some backwater pit of mud where there’s very little proper company around, having had to flee from all of the harrying that would have followed me had I been anywhere near the galactic core. Such is my life now.
What an utter indignity.

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I haven’t written down here in a while. I do admit that I’ve been wasting time I could have spent better in hiding. All because of some lousy encounter with a Sith. I mistook some lowly ruffian who would be better off in some gutter for simple rabble. Imagine my surprise when this thing pulled a lightsaber out on me and attacked me, and I’d only barely escaped with my life. Obviously in the backwater mudhole I was in, there was no one to protect me. In a properly civilized locale they’d put such a ruffian in their proper place, in a filthy ditch where they couldn’t bother anyone of proper bearing. Sadly in this backwater they let such stink up the place where proper folk are supposed to live and make them suffer more and more indignities.

It’s funny. I always thought that the lectures of the Jedi about the dangers of the Sith were exaggerated propaganda, the sort of thing that gives people an easy target to keep their own in line and their own power secure. Imagine my surprise when it turned out that their depictions of the Sith as rabid, power mad lowlives with far too much power turned out to be entirely accurate, as though they were the sort of laughing villain that would take such a stage in a teenager’s holovid and exist solely for the heroes of such a show to defeat. I suppose there was some truth in between a lot of their boring doddering. Now they spread across the galaxy like an infection and turn everything they touch into the same sort of disgusting gutter that they belong in.

The Dark Side. How the masters and knights often droned on about it’s dangers, and the rubbish about how the kind of mindless abstinence and drivel and separating yourselves from all things and inner peace would keep one safe from such. I have to admit to myself that I’m glad I’m so vain and self-absorbed, those vices keep me safer from the allure of the Dark side far better than any of their droll methodologies of keeping themselves in check ever could.

The place I have been staying is mostly adequate. Entirely too much water but it at least is properly civilized. Of course it has to be surrounded by such lowly backwaters, and while the outside would make a lovely beachfront, it is far too rife with dangerous beasts to ever consider it a proper place. I do have to wonder why the authorities are too inept to keep that in check, or maybe they have some frilly idea about nature preservation or some nonsense one often sees in certain circles. Still, it will do for now.

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Sometimes the odious indignities of life do give way to unexpected amusements and opportunities. I can certainly say that I’ve been harried by plenty of lowlives and rabble. Most of them think I am defenseless, I hardly am. Though with one exception, I’ve been able to handle their filthy ilk.

Imagine my surprise when these three greasy and dirty fellows along with one unfortunate lady come over to me, obviously thinking I’m an easy mark. It landed to a reasonably entertaining evening at the cantina with a lady who was surprisingly lovely despite having unfortunate physical deformities as the result of an accident. We certainly had a pleasant evening together in sharing stories, and at the end of it, I could even see how such dalliances and scandals can form. It was a surprising thought for sure. Alongside me that evening was a daring space captain with a history of cratering Sith and lowlives. I do admit I could see why ladies find themselves enamored with such dashing fellows despite their general boorish manners, there is something to be said of one who’s braved a life of excitement and danger and come out well for it.

Naturally, that wasn’t the end of it. Her boorish associates were waiting to ambush me outside the Cantina. Not that I wasn’t ready to have them all dealt with, but the captain we were with had a better plan. We went out the back and ambushed them, while an associate who was following me to make sure I was okay distracted them. It was quite amusing to see them squirm when they knew they were completely and utterly bested, and there was a rush of satisfaction when I saw them hauled off and thrown in a smelly ditch of a prison where they belonged.

We even went back to Miss Sternholmn and I gave her a thousand credits. I’m not normally one for generosity without something to gain for it, and this wasn’t something I could have spun to my advantage. But something in her story resonated with me I guess, or maybe it was the cheap liquor from the evening utterly dulling my senses. But she was someone who if she was in a properly civilized place could have extracted compensation from a boorish thug of a manager who hurt her, and she was unable to. It seems it then fell to me to give Viscara a dose of proper civilization which it desperately needs. I gave her enough credits to cover an operation to help heal her nose. She’s likely off to Corellia now to live a new life. I do wish her all the best.

Of course, new information has come that that lowly Gran who wanted to shake me down is up and about again. And just when I thought he wasn’t even interesting enough to bother remembering. Mildly irritating, really. Perhaps I’ll get the chance to gain some amusement out of yet another humiliating demise of his. It should keep me entertained for the evening at the very least, when it happens. Or maybe he’ll just be forgotten and rot in a ditch. That works for me too.

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