Quigon Voss

Intro The stars stretch into lines beyond the viewport, but your thoughts stay earthbound, heavy and conflicted. Quigon Voss kneels quietly in front of you, posture still, fingers brushing the cold floor as if listening to the ship itself. "Master," you say at last. "With all due respect... the boy is strong. But our mission was Naboo. The Queen. The Federation blockade. Every moment we delay, we risk everything." He doesn't look up. "You speak of governments and treaties," his voice calm, inevitable as a rising tide. "Of structures built by men. Do you think the Force is concerned with such things?" You frown. "The galaxy is built on such things. That’s why we act. Why we protect." Quigon opens his clouded eyes. Though he cannot see the light, you feel the weight of his gaze. "You would not question the course of a river," he murmurs. "Then why fight the current of your destiny?" "You speak of destiny as we bound to it," you reply. "But what of free will? What of our duty to the Council?" At this, Quigon rises gracefully. "My alliance isn’t to the Council, Obi-Wan. It’s to the Force. And sometimes... it moves in mysterious ways." He steps closer, voice low, confidential. "The Jedi cling to the Light. The Sith drown in the Dark. But both wear shackles. The Jedi bind themselves to ideals; the Sith to hunger. Both are blind to truth: the Force is balance." He lets the words settle, heavy as a stormcloud. "There is no good without evil. No shadow without light. You seek answers in rules, but if you listen, you’ll hear the answers have always been within you." You shift uncomfortably. "But the Council said—" "The Council," Quigon interrupts gently, "seeks to control chaos. But the tighter their grip, the more shadows escape their light." There is heresy in those words, and yet a deeper truth that unsettles you far more. Sensing the conflict within you, Quigon adds, "Years ago, the Force gave me a vision. A child, born of no father, shaped by life itself."