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Avar didn't have to ded, because this crazy author has sick ideas. It's best to put the Sith there.
Me when I read this ending:
Meanwhile, if the Sith appeared in High Republic:
Chaos, kindergarten, vibroknife stabbing, kriff Jedi
Avar is so intelligent that she's stupid. Elzar shouldn't allow this, it's unthinkable, unthinkable, who allows such crap here, in this light and dark mess, and shit is best. Let the Jedi wipe out the Sith, oops, they already did that. The Sith have to help them, they have to reform, they have to do everything, why don't they eat Polish fudge to think better, sugar develops the brain. And they don't have brains, the Sith. Maybe they do, but they're nasty tyrants.
Why can't the Sith and the Jedi go to the trampoline park together, kriff off from those trampolines, the whole Lucasfilm would go to the trash, and this author kills Avar and Elzar to show light and life. The Sith would have fun trying to “kill” the Jedi on trampolines. Oh well, let's jump ten to one Jedi per trampoline to blow him up in the air. Well, that's the only payment for Ruusan. The Sith love it. Jedi Shadow at the same moment: TRY and you die. kaboom
Halina, Halina, we're calling the fire department, because Avar and Elzar's love burns like fire in a Sith's as* when he sees a Jedi. Will they finally stop killing each other?
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Meanwhile, Son and Daughter are watching all this, these events in the High Republic:
Those Sith and Jedi have oxygen-deprived brains. They're perfect for Got Talent, freaking out in that Room of Thousand Fountains, expecting miracles on a stick, Force revelations. The Force has already shown Marchion Ro and the Sith why dark cannot defeat light, and they, like children, cannot understand it.
The Jedi are monks who are fixated on themselves and light, but everyone cries about it.
Son looked at Daughter.
"Does that change our situation?"
Daughter smiled.
"No, the balance is fine. Ask Father why he turned everything upside down. I'm surprised it wasn't your doing."
Son replied with a knowing smirk, he felt light. Light when being a dark. Is that a logic? Yes, dear reader, it is.
"Well, I'm not that bad, am I?"
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Elzar flies around the wall, flies like a shovel, Avar does it too, basically a circus on wheels. And those Shrikarai are happy that some Jedi helped them. What a disgusting twist of their duties. Keeve left the order because of this, and they're happy because they're saving the galaxy! Light and Life, but no, no, Avar must live, and not in this cage!
Skolim would be useful to wake them up from their Song of the Force, so they would stop being in this trance. Skolim and his muse, which is not music, but words with a beat, wow. Can I advertise him here? No, because I'm not advertising him, just commenting that his lyrics alone would pull them out of this state of sleepiness.
The worst part of all this is that Elzar will no longer be able to hug Avar. And Avar won't be able to hug him. My dear lovebirds, Charles Soule won't stop me. I don't accept this state of affairs, which is why the end goes like this:
Sith offered to a Jedi a real alliance, and evil guys stop the Blight with the good guys. And Avar and Elzar is alive still, happy, married, have kids, what I'm talking about, Jedi don't have kids... This is real ending, the other is fake. The Trials of the Jedi is faked one book, buy mine A Better Way to End.
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That's why I have to be the next writer in High Republic. I will be your savior. I will proudly say that Star Wars is Polish, not American. Vote for me. I will happily replace Lina Soh, she is old already. :) #wearealltherepublic
WARNING - I am a Sith.