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So You're a Fugitive From Justice, Tuesday, 3rd Period
"So, we're going to do something that I hope you find fun today. Just... maybe not too fun," Zayne said. They were in a normal classroom again, and there was a small device on Zayne's desk. Any students familiar with Jedi designs might think it looked like a particularly ancient holographic projector.
"Early on in my life as a fugitive, right after I turned myself in the first time and my friends rescued me, we were able to take advantage of our starship and some incidental chaos... by which I mean rioting caused by planetary unrest because I got away... twice... Anyway, we used that to put some distance and about a week's worth of time between me and my Masters. But we needed some more time. We needed to scare them off from even considering coming after us. We needed to make a serious threat."
Zayne waved a hand at the device and a small, blue, and substantially better armed image of Zayne appeared on the desk.
"Hello, Master. I'm running now, but I've had time to reflect on your teachings. You say the living sometimes have to suffer to serve a larger goal. I've see how you live by that. Well, I have a goal now, too. Justice. For myself. For my friends. For the people sacrificed to the plans of the so-called infallible. And it will definitely involve some suffering. Because, you see, I've had a vision of my own."
"One day, one of you is going to confess and clear my name. And to make sure, I'm going to hunt down each and every one of you. The one that confesses, lives. I don't care which one of you does it. It doesn't matter where they send you. You have a death mark, same as me. Don't look for me, Lucien. Because I'll find you."
Zayne waved at the device and the tiny him disappeared.
"Now, I hope you realize that the message doesn't really sound like something I'd say. It was actually written for me. I just had to play the part of somebody who would say that," Zayne said. "And the crazy thing is that it worked. They only tried coming after me one more time, and that was indirectly. For the next few months, every time I came into conflict with one of them, it was due to insane coincidences. And when I had to defend myself against them, I had an advantage. Sure they were stronger, more skilled, and were willing to kill, but now they thought I confirmed their vision and was confident I could see it through."
"For being such great seers, they were really bad at spotting the truth," Zayne said. "But the key is, the threat worked against people who should have known for about three big reasons that it was a lie. If you can get the right threat out there, it can just about always work."
"So that's what we're doing today. You're on the run from individuals. I say that because if you threaten the police, you're going to end up just making them mad and get more police coming after you," Zayne said. "So, individuals. You just need to come up with a good threat to make them back off. You don't even have to mean it. You just have to make the people chasing you think that you do."
"So, have at it."
"Early on in my life as a fugitive, right after I turned myself in the first time and my friends rescued me, we were able to take advantage of our starship and some incidental chaos... by which I mean rioting caused by planetary unrest because I got away... twice... Anyway, we used that to put some distance and about a week's worth of time between me and my Masters. But we needed some more time. We needed to scare them off from even considering coming after us. We needed to make a serious threat."
Zayne waved a hand at the device and a small, blue, and substantially better armed image of Zayne appeared on the desk.
"Hello, Master. I'm running now, but I've had time to reflect on your teachings. You say the living sometimes have to suffer to serve a larger goal. I've see how you live by that. Well, I have a goal now, too. Justice. For myself. For my friends. For the people sacrificed to the plans of the so-called infallible. And it will definitely involve some suffering. Because, you see, I've had a vision of my own."
"One day, one of you is going to confess and clear my name. And to make sure, I'm going to hunt down each and every one of you. The one that confesses, lives. I don't care which one of you does it. It doesn't matter where they send you. You have a death mark, same as me. Don't look for me, Lucien. Because I'll find you."
Zayne waved at the device and the tiny him disappeared.
"Now, I hope you realize that the message doesn't really sound like something I'd say. It was actually written for me. I just had to play the part of somebody who would say that," Zayne said. "And the crazy thing is that it worked. They only tried coming after me one more time, and that was indirectly. For the next few months, every time I came into conflict with one of them, it was due to insane coincidences. And when I had to defend myself against them, I had an advantage. Sure they were stronger, more skilled, and were willing to kill, but now they thought I confirmed their vision and was confident I could see it through."
"For being such great seers, they were really bad at spotting the truth," Zayne said. "But the key is, the threat worked against people who should have known for about three big reasons that it was a lie. If you can get the right threat out there, it can just about always work."
"So that's what we're doing today. You're on the run from individuals. I say that because if you threaten the police, you're going to end up just making them mad and get more police coming after you," Zayne said. "So, individuals. You just need to come up with a good threat to make them back off. You don't even have to mean it. You just have to make the people chasing you think that you do."
"So, have at it."
Re: Make Threats!
He recovered, though. "I'm glad I don't usually drink coffee."
"Also, please don't bring weapons to class in the future. I don't get to bring my lightsaber, so you don't get to bring knives."
Re: Make Threats!
Re: Make Threats!
No, he wasn't trying to sound threatening. He explain that he wasn't really threatening without coaching, after all.
Well, coaching or reputation. But the reputation had less to do with him providing the threat than it did with the fact that disaster regularly followed him, but whatever.