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There are Inns out there that exist between worlds and dimensions. They show up just when you need a place to stay, your car having stalled out a mile away or the unexpected rainstorm suddenly starts dropping torrents of water. Or sometimes you’re wandering around the streets in a city and need a place to stay and you spot the door to this Inn which looks friendly and inviting. Going in, things are just a bit off. The patrons are perhaps not quite human; the man behind the desk smiles a bit oddly. However he tells you that you’re in luck. There’s just one room left and you can have it.

But, when you leave the next morning and turn around to see what it’s called, the inn is gone. When you ask people about it, they look at you funny as if they have no idea what you’re talking about. There was never an inn there, they tell you.

And yet you may still have the key in your pocket, the leftover from dinner, a note from a girl you spoke to, just some little token that says well, maybe you’re not completely crazy.

The Passages Inn is one of those Inns.

Built in the middle of an interdimensional nexus it can reach any time or place or space. You just need to find the door and you can come in. If you’re lucky you can find the door again.

Just remember, first Tuesdays are Viking Night and second Thursdays are Poetry Slam.

The proprietor of the Inn is Alec Troven

element_wizard All questions and concerns may be addressed to him.

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A response was going to come to the whole issues that Trever had with the Jedi but the man's next statement, which was supposed to mean things... didn't.

"What's sith?" From Trever's particular point of view and time period they don't exist. If his father knew about them, he never mentioned it. He tried to distance himself from his time with the Jedi. The Jedi... or Force users... he hung out with after he'd run away were more grey leaning towards dark and not Sith.

There are no Sith. They're a myth that only a few knew about. Trever was never in a position to know. Why should he?

Garth'zel blinks slowly at him for his question. "How do you not know--I'll be back."

He wants a drink for this. He soon returns with a mug of something with what he hopes is enough of an alcoholic content for this conversation, sitting in a chair after shooing a pair of kittens off it. "The Sith use the Dark Side. Some consider us to basically be the Jedi's opposites."

To give a very basic idea.

Devon, who'd been managing the bar, is very good at giving people what they want. If Garth'zel wanted something strong, he'd get something strong. Possibly too strong. The kittens teleport off the chair and go off to chase... something that only they could see.

The blank look continues for a moment followed by one of disbelief and then thoughtfulness. "Well, you're not very good at being an opposite. I think my father, at least, would have mentioned it when warning about the perils of the Dark Side."

At least he didn't seem to be disturbed at sitting near a dark side user.

"I didn't say it was a perfect comparison," Garht'zel points out, taking a sip of his drink and wincing slightly. It reminds him of the tihaar he drank one night when working with the Mandalorians. The next day might be interesting if it's in that range.

"You probably wouldn't want to meet most other Sith. One I've had the displeasure of having to work with when I was younger might be closer to whatever you're imagining. It'll be a little hard for you to meet her though, considering she's dead." At his hand, after he finally didn't need her anymore, since he was completely fed up with her.

They do offer a rather nice hangover cure at the bar.

"Fair enough," he shrugged, still not worried seeming. "Though my father did mention something called Force ghosts once."

He might end up needing it.

"I would be highly surprised if she ever came back as one. The ones I've met were almost all fairly powerful Lords in their own times, rather than an apprentice who couldn't be bothered to control herself. One had been a servant, although strong in his own way, and was able to teach me something I needed to know." Otherwise, his meetings with those other long dead Sith probably would have gone poorly. To put it mildly.

The Inn tries to take care of its patrons.

"So what are these Sith, then?" Trever asked, not exactly skeptically but curious with a hint of the guy is probably exaggerating on how dark they are.

"It's... very strange to me that you are--or had been--a Jedi, yet don't know what we are," Garth'zel says after a swallow of his drink. "Particularly given the Sith Empire. We were driven to the edge of the galaxy for centuries, but returned around a decade before I was born."

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken," he quotes, leaving off the final line as irrelevant. "Doesn't sound very Jedi-like, does it? Unlike the Jedi, we don't suppress our emotions, we embrace them. ...Perhaps too much at times. Are you familiar what happened to Taris? Or Ziost?"

The former, he only heard about given it happened centuries before, the latter, he saw happen.

Tilting his head a little, Trever's eyes flash with a bit of bitter amusement. "I'm not a Jedi. Never been one; my father saw something... bad... years before we were born and left the Order."

His father gets Force visions sometimes; Trever does too. Not that he's told anyone.

The motto of the Sith caused him to frown a little. He's only heard the Jedi one a few times and this one. "It seems a bit... extreme, doesn't it? Couldn't there be a middle ground?" He'd probably make a good grey Jedi, "And I've never heard of either of those."

"I'd prefer a mid-point between 'there is no emotion, there is peace' and 'peace is a lie' myself." Along with a mid-point between basically everything else.

"They are both planets that have been destroyed by Sith. About three centuries before I was born, Darth Malek was after a single Jedi and when he couldn't find her, ordered Taris be bombarded by orbit. Billions died, with the body count being racked up further afterwards, because the rakghouls--created because of another Sith--getting out of control." Garth'zel pauses for a moment. "If I were to meet that Sith, I'd either fire him into Taris' sun for creating those things or feed him to his own creations."

Rakghouls are an absolute nightmare to deal with.

"Ziost... I actually saw that one. The Sith Emperor completed a ritual that would let him destroy all life on the planet. People, animals, plants, everything. I watched from the orbital station as the planet died." His mouth tightens at that memory. "I wish I could have evacuated more people before it happened. That is the sort of thing Sith are capable of."

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