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本帖最后由 曾真 于 2012-3-26 09:31 编辑
在Mortis老爹看来,平衡在女儿死去之时已经失去了,没有了光明,黑暗将会侵蚀一切,虽然此时作为平衡原力映射的老爹还在。这似乎不容易理解,因为如果老爹象征着女儿(光明)和儿子(黑暗)的平衡,那女儿死了父亲怎么没事?而既然象征平衡的父亲还在,为什么Mortis会陷入全然的黑暗?这里就牵涉到一个问题:儿子和女儿是不是真实的存在,或者说,他们的真实性是不是次于父亲的真实性,即他们是老爹性格和力量中黑暗和光明面的造物。从物理的层面来看,强大的原力使用者Mortis老爹与某个母亲(原力自身?)结合,生出了继承自己性格和力量中黑暗面与光明面的儿子和女儿,他将两个孩子和自己囚禁于自己创造的Mortis星球中;从象征的层面看,Mortis老爹就是Mortis世界自身,儿子女儿是他自身的黑暗面与光明面,他自身的平衡存在不仰赖于儿子或女儿,哪怕女儿去世,他在人格上仍然呈现出平衡人格本来的特质——冷静、公正、顾全大局、善恶分明,但他对儿子的控制极大被削弱,而让整个世界(自己的外在表现)呈现出儿子代表的黑暗面——所有生物死亡但非整个世界崩解。此时他唯一能阻止整个Mortis呈现黑暗并扩散黑暗的行动,只有消灭儿子,而老爹又没办法消灭儿子而维护自身存在(儿女虽然都是父亲的产物,但也不是想产生就产生的,否则姑娘死了再造一个就是,如果光明面死了黑暗面再死,整体人格和力量恐怕也难以为继),所以老爹通过牺牲自己(以及Mortis),让整个星系避免陷入因自己无法控制儿子(自身黑暗)而即将陷入的灾难。儿子女儿存在的真实性次于老爹,这一点可以被一个现象证实——光明使者(女儿)死亡后没有消失,黑暗使者(儿子)死后自然也没消失,只有老爹消失了。难道是老爹知道变成原力灵魂的方法而自私地对姑娘保密?恐怕不太可能。此外,老爹竟然通过将剑刺入自己的胸膛从而剥夺了儿子的力量源泉。可见儿子女儿的力量仰赖于老爹,他们的独立性次于老爹,在某种程度上是老爹的产物且是老爹的“一部分”,有点类似于基督教中圣灵与圣父圣子的关系。同时,儿女的状况对老爹也有影响,老爹自杀时的台词验证了这一点:“你的力量也流动于我身上”(而“非我的力量也流动于你身上”)。(关于Mortis父子三人关系、三个存在的本质及母亲的可能身份,参见http://www.starwarschina.com/vie ... page%3D1&page=3之78楼曾真提供的信息,并参见小说Fate of the Jedi: Apocalypse)
dudu1984712 发表于 2012-3-26 05:44
= = 厄,既然dudu大姐你写完这文了,我就直接贴下《绝地的命运》结局篇关于“母亲”那说法的原文吧:
“That thing was Abeloth.
After a moment, Raynar nodded. "Done," he said. "If you share all of Thuruht's knowledge of Abeloth with me and my friends now, I promise to stay behind and use the Force to help the hive reestablish itself. Agreed?"
Thuruht clacked her mandibles in acceptance. "Now you are ready to see the Histories," Thuruht replied. "And when you understand Abeloth, you will understand how important Thuruht is to the galaxy. You will want to help Thuruht. Even the Chiss will see that Thuruht must be strong!"
With that, Thuruht turned back toward the palace interior, where Lowbacca, Tekli, and C-3PO were studying the reliefs carved into the corridor wall.
Thuruht pointed to a set of panels that depicted a trio of beings living in isolation on a mountainous forest world. One panel depicted a smiling, pale-haired woman with oval eyes. She was running through a forest in full bloom, followed by clouds of butterflies and swarms of frolicking Killiks. The next panel depicted a powerful-looking man in dark armor, marching through a lifeless forest of bare branches and barren ground. He had a craggy face and two stripes tattooed over his bald pate; the only signs of life in his forest were a toad being crushed beneath his boot and a line of Killiks chained behind him.
A third panel depicted a high mountain peak that loomed over both forests, with the barren forest lying to the left side of a dividing river and the forest in bloom to the right. Looking out over the scene from the balcony of a cliffside monastery was a gaunt old man, his arms spread so that one hand was suspended above the dark aspect of the forest and one over the luminous aspect. On the old fellow's face was such an expression of weariness and sorrow that Raynar felt his own shoulders sag, weighed down by a burden as mysterious as it was ancient.
As Raynar stood contemplating the panels, a long Wookiee groan sounded behind him-Lowbacca, complaining that he was tired of having his time wasted and suggesting that they return to the Long Trek immediately. The Wookiee went on: they hadn't seen anything yet that concerned Abeloth or the Celestials, and he was beginning to think the only connection between Thuruht and the Celestials was the name of their anthill.
Thuruht asked for a translation, and C-3PO said, "Jedi Lowbacca was wondering about the connection between these fine Bururru religious panels and Abeloth." The droid's tone grew confiding. "I'm sorry to say he has no appreciation of art for its own sake. He seems convinced that everything you show us should have some connection to Abeloth or the Celestials."
Thuruht turned to Raynar and thrummed a sharp reply. "You see? The other Jedi are not ready. They do not see what is in front of them!"
Raynar wasn't sure that he saw, either. Maintaining a thoughtful silence, he stepped closer to the panels and contemplated the three scenes. The luminous woman and the craggy warrior were no doubt symbols of life and death. Since Thuruht clearly had an understanding of the Force, perhaps the pair even represented its light and dark aspects. And that would mean that the figure in the third panel-the old man with one hand over each aspect of the forest-was a symbol of the Balance.
But that did nothing to explain Abeloth.
Finally, Raynar turned back to Thuruht. "It's not just Jedi Lowbacca who doesn't see. I don't, either."
"Because you look only for what is in the stone," Thuruht replied. "To find Abeloth, you must see what is missing."
The Killik had barely spoken before Raynar understood.
"The mother, of course," he said. "We have a Father, a Son, and a Daughter. But there isn't a Mother."
Thuruht droned approval
And Lowbacca growled in alarm.
Raynar turned to find both of his companions eyeing him. Lowbacca looked ready to snatch Raynar up and run for the Long Trek, while Tekli was watching him with narrowed eyes, clearly pondering whether Raynar was still in control of his own mind.
"Raynar," she said, "it appears that you no longer need See-Threepio to communicate with Thuruht."
There was no use denying the obvious. "I don't," Raynar admitted. "But I still have some time. I'm not in telepathic communication yet."
Lowbacca rumbled the opinion that it was time to go. Thuruht was just stringing them along, trying to make them Joiners, and they weren't learning anything.
"We are now, Lowie," Raynar said. "Thuruht has offered to share everything the hive knows about Abeloth."
"In exchange for what?" Tekli demanded.
"Buub," Thuruht replied, and C-3PO translated, "Nothing."
"That's right," Raynar said.
He felt a bit guilty about deceiving his companions, but he did not want to risk undermining Thuruht's willingness to discuss Abeloth by stopping to argue about the sacrifice he was making. Besides, Thuruht had actually demanded a promise from Raynar, so the statement was at least technically true.
Raynar turned to Thuruht. "What else do you have to show us?"
Using both left pincers to wave the Jedi after her, the Killik descended the corridor through several archways to another series of reliefs. The first depicted a jungle paradise, with a small clearing in the bottom of a shallow gorge that emptied into a vast swamp. In the center of the clearing was an erupting geyser, and in the vapor cloud above it floated three ghostly figures, so insubstantial it seemed their limbs had not yet finished coalescing. The trio appeared much younger than in the previous panels, but they were still recognizable as the Father, Son, and Daughter from the forest panels.
In the following two scenes, a walled pool had been built to catch the water from the geyser. In one panel, a fiendish-looking beast with the Son's head stood at the edge of the pool, drinking from it as the shocked faces of the Father and Daughter watched from the edge of the clearing. The next panel showed the Daughter swimming in a different pool, one located inside a grotto. The head on her shoulders was that of a luminous bird, and it was looking back toward the cave's pillar-flanked entrance with its beak gaping wide in surprise.
Raynar motioned at the two creatures, first the brutish-looking man-beast, then the luminous bird-woman. "They seem to be changing from one form to another," he said. "Are they the same beings?"
"Do you think the Ones are made of crude matter?" Thuruht replied. "The Ones are beings of the Force. The Ones take any form they desire."
As Raynar considered this-and whether that meant the Daughter or another figure might be Abeloth-Tekli stepped forward.
She pointed at the pool in the grotto. "Does that remind you of anything?"
"It's the Pool of Knowledge that Master Skywalker described in his report," Raynar said.
Lowbacca pointed at the previous scene and moaned the opinion that it matched the description of the Font of Power that Master Skywalker and Ben had visited on Abeloth's home planet.
"It does." Raynar turned back to Thuruht and asked, "What are these three beings? Celestials?"
Thuruht shivered her antennae. "Celestials are in the Force," she said. "The Ones are what Celestials become. "
"Become?" Raynar asked. He thought back to the scene that showed the Ones coalescing out of the Font of Power. "When they emerge from the Force, you mean?"
"The Force is all around us, in us?...?the Force is us," Thuruht said. "How can a being emerge from what she is?"
Raynar fell silent, allowing C-3PO to catch up with the translation while he tried to puzzle through Thuruht's bewildering explanation. He felt sure that she was telling him what she believed to be the truth, but it was impossible to know how accurate those beliefs were. A Killik memory could come from any number of sources-their own experience, something that once happened to a Joiner, even a holo-drama enjoyed by someone before becoming a member of the hive. It was all the same to the Killik hive-mind. In time, the hive's collective memory became a random jumble of recollections, with fact and fiction and myth all intermingled in a single unreliable "truth." Raynar pointed at the first panel in the series, the one that showed the trio coalescing out of the vapors above the geyser. "This is how the Ones first arrived?"
"That is how they became, yes," Thuruht clarified. "That is precisely how we remember it."
Well aware that the Killik's "precise" memory could be nothing more than some species' creation myth, Raynar groaned.
"We are sorry," Thuruht said. "We do not know how to explain the Celestials any better. They are beyond the understanding of mortals."
"There's no need to apologize," Raynar said. "But we have seen enough about the Celestials for now. Take us to the panels showing the history of Abeloth."
"But this is the history of Abeloth," Thuruht protested. "Her story is long and complicated. You will see."
Waving them to follow, Thuruht ascended the corridor to another set of reliefs. At first, it appeared that Thuruht was showing them more of the same. The first two panels portrayed a horrified Father trying to keep the peace between the Son and the Daughter as they struggled to claim larger parts of the forest for themselves. But the third panel contained a new figure-a young woman who looked barely older than the Daughter, with a wide smile and twinkling eyes.
At first, Raynar took the newcomer to be a servant. The Son and the Daughter were raising their glasses, obviously expecting them to be filled from an ewer in the woman's hands. Meanwhile, the Father was looking on her with obvious warmth, returning her smile as she poured.
Thuruht tapped a pincer against the woman's foot. "Abeloth."
Raynar studied the figure more closely, comparing the figure in the relief with the Abeloth in the Skywalkers' report. The twinkling eyes weren't exactly the star-like points they had described, and while her smile was wide, it hardly stretched from ear to ear. It seemed to Raynar that he was looking not at Abeloth, but at the seed that would become Abeloth.
"Why didn't we see her emerging from the fountain mists?" Raynar asked. "Isn't she like the rest of the Ones?"
Thuruht spread all four arms. "A servant appeared in the courtyard one day. We do not remember how she arrived."
Once C-3PO had translated, Tekli asked, "But this is Abeloth? The Servant, not the Mother?"
"Abeloth is the Servant who became the Mother," Thuruht replied. "You will see."
With that, Thuruht walked up the corridor.
The next series of reliefs showed Abeloth turning the Ones into something that resembled a happy family. She kept the Son and the Daughter busy with games and chores, and she doted on the Father. She even stepped in to channel the Son's destructive energies into something useful, having him use his Force lightning to blast cozy little rooms into the sides of the gorge. By the third panel, she seemed to be a full member of the family, eating at the Father's side and holding her glass out for the Son to fill.
Once the Jedi had finished there, Thuruht ascended the corridor and paused in front of a scene depicting a much older Abeloth. Now Abeloth seemed old enough to be a wife to the Father-and a Mother to the Son and Daughter. In this panel, she was standing in front of a long arcade that had been carved from the wall of the gorge, leaning on the Son's shoulder in front of a stack of paving stones. Meanwhile, a weary-looking Daughter was working on hands and knees to pave the courtyard. In the background, the Father sat in a contented slumber, his hands resting across his stomach.
In the next scene, Abeloth was elderly. She was standing at one end of the courtyard, apart from the others. In the center, near the Font of Power, the Father was having a heated argument with the Son and the Daughter. All three were gesturing wildly, and in the air around them whirled uprooted tree ferns, boulders, and even a couple of six-legged lizards the size of rancors.
To Raynar's surprise, Thuruht moved on without giving him and the others much time to contemplate the panel. Immediately suspicious, he signaled Tekli and Lowbacca to remain where they were.
"Is there something you don't wish us to see here?" he demanded.
Thuruht stopped and spun around, her antennae erect with irritation. "Linger if you wish," she said. "It is nothing to the hive. But you are the one who said the Jedi needed to know about Abeloth quickly."
Lowbacca moaned his agreement, urging Raynar to keep moving-before he became a full Joiner.
"That is an excellent suggestion," C-3PO said. "I am recording each panel in full holographic resolution. When we return to Coruscant, the Masters will be able to analyze every detail."
Thuruht gave a smug rumble, then hurried to the next set of images. When Raynar caught up, a chill raced up his spine.
The first panel showed an aged Abeloth sneaking a drink from the Font of Power, while the Father hurled Force lightning at both the Son and Daughter. In the second panel, a much younger-looking Abeloth swam in the Pool of Knowledge, looking sly and defiant as she smiled up at the Father, who stood at the edge of the basin. His hands were raised and extended toward Abeloth, as though he were using the Force to pull her from the pool, and his expression was as sorrowful as it was angry. Behind him stood the Daughter, using a Force shield to prevent the Son's fiend aspect from leaping on the Father's back.
The third panel depicted the arcade complex again, this time with a much-changed Abeloth standing in the heart of a stormy courtyard. Her hair had grown coarse and long, her nose had flattened until it was practically gone, and her sparkling eyes had grown so sunken and dark that all that could be seen of them were the twinkles. She was raising her arms toward a cowering Daughter and a glowering Son, with long tentacles lashing from where her fingers should have been. Stepping forward to shield them was a furious Father, one hand pointing toward the swamp at the open end of the temple, the other reaching out to intercept her tentacled fingers.
"I am beginning to believe Abeloth can't be a Celestial," Tekli observed. "She is too different from the others. She grew old when they did not-and she was being changed by the Font and the Pool, while the Son and the Daughter were unaffected."
"It is Abeloth's nature to seek what is beyond her grasp," Thuruht said. "That is why she is the Bringer of Chaos."
"Then Abeloth is a Celestial?" Raynar asked. "Is that what you're saying?"
Thuruht clacked her mandibles in the Killik equivalent of a shrug. "Is Abeloth the Bringer of Chaos because that is the wish of the Celestials?Or is she the Bringer of Chaos because she defied the wish of the Celestials?" She spread her four arms, then let them drop. "We can never know the will of those who are beyond us to comprehend."
With that, Thuruht turned to ascend the corridor again. Leaving C-3PO to translate the exchange for the others, Raynar followed close on her heels. He could feel a fundamental shift in Thuruht's attitude toward him and his companions, a marked confidence that suggested she already considered them members of the hive. And yet he had not noticed any stray thoughts or flashes of unexpected insight that would suggest the Joining was complete.
"Thuruht, I have the feeling that you are no longer concerned about whether we became Joiners," Raynar said.
"That is so."
"Why?"
"Because we feel how frightened you are," she said. "How determined you are to stop Abeloth. And when you understand how that must be done, we know you will be happy to join us."
Raynar shook his head. "You shouldn't count on that," he said. "Our mission is to report what we learn here, so the Jedi can destroy Abeloth."
An amused trill shot from the breathing spiracles in Thuruht's thorax. "Destroy Abeloth? Impossible." She passed through the next archway and stopped. "Look."
In these reliefs, Abeloth stood alone in the courtyard, watching the Father depart with the Son and Daughter. Her face was contorted in anger, and the air around her was whirling with fronds and jungle reptiles and lightning. In the panels that followed, she looked even more deranged. The courtyard was overrun with vegetation, and a large winged lizard was struggling to escape her grasp, its eyes wide with terror, it wings straining as it struggled to pull its foot out of her hand.
The third panel made Raynar's blood run cold. It depicted a band of six-tentacled cephalopods entering the bone-littered courtyard. Wearing elaborate robes and headdresses, they were dragging a trio of huge saurian prisoners toward the Font of Power, where Abeloth stood grinning in delight.
"The first time Abeloth escaped her cage," Thuruht explained. The Killik led the way up the corridor, through the next archway. They passed a series of panels depicting a massive battle between the cephalopods and the saurians. "The war had been raging only a few centuries when Abeloth was freed. Usually, it takes much longer. Often thousands of years."
"Wait," Raynar said, stopping beneath the next archway. "You mean every time there is war, Abeloth is freed?"
"Not with every war. But yes, when Abeloth escapes, it is always in a time of great strife." Thuruht started up the corridor again, motioning for Raynar to follow. "Sometimes, when war grows too powerful, the Bringer of Chaos is released. She shatters the old order, so a new one can rise."
"Wait," Raynar repeated. He did not want to get so far ahead of the others that C-3PO had trouble recording Thuruht's words. "Are you saying that Abeloth is part of the Celestial plan?"
Thuruht spread her hands. "Who can say if the Celestials are the kind of beings who have a plan?" Ignoring Raynar's request to stop, she continued up the corridor. "But that is how the galaxy works. It is how the Force works."
Raynar glanced back at his companions and motioned for them to hurry, then rushed to catch up. They were bypassing a long series of reliefs, though these seemed to be little more than a history of the war between the cephalopods and the saurians.
When he caught Thuruht, Raynar asked, "But why would Abeloth be freed now? The galaxy isn't at war."
Thuruht stopped, then cocked her head and fixed a single bulbous eye on Raynar's face. "Of course it is," she said. "The Jedi and the Sith have been at war for five thousand years."
Raynar went cold inside. "You're saying that we set Abeloth free?"
Yes. You and the Sith. Together, you released the Bringer of Chaos.
Thuruht started up the corridor again, and Raynar stumbled after her. He did not want to believe the Killik's version of history, but the truth was clear. Centerpoint Station had been destroyed during the war against the Sith Lord Caedus, and its loss had launched a catastrophic chain of events. Sinkhole Station had been crippled, allowing the Lost Tribe to discover Abeloth and her planet. There could be no denying Thuruht's claim. The war between the Jedi and the Sith had led directly to the freeing of Abeloth.
No, Thuruht said, speaking inside Raynar's head. Qolaraloq's destruction followed, but it did not cause. It was just one link snapping, in a chain full of snapping links.
Deep within his mind, Raynar knew he should be alarmed by what was happening to him. Terrified, even. Now that he was in telepathic communication with Thuruht, his final transition to Joiner was a foregone conclusion.
But compared with the level of destruction that would soon descend on the galaxy, his own fate seemed unimportant. What mattered to him now was learning about Abeloth-and about the cause of her release, if it had not been the destruction of Centerpoint Station.
You know, Thuruht replied. Abeloth was freed the same way she is always freed. The Current was turned.
The current of time? Raynar asked. He thought of Jacen Solo and his flow-walking. Tahiri had told the Masters that she was convinced that Jacen fell to the dark side trying to prevent some tragic event that he had seen in the future, and that he had been fond of using flow-walking to look at both directions in time. Or do you mean the Force current?
Is there a difference? It is the Force that guides the future.
After hurrying through two more archways, Thuruht finally stopped before a set of panels depicting three devastated worlds. In the first, an entire city lay in ruins. There were fungi rising from the rubble, and a drove of three-eyed bipeds could be seen fleeing a horde of tentacled felines. The second relief showed scores of dazed woodland creatures struggling through a blast-flattened forest, many fighting in vain to escape the fangvines wrapped around their legs. The third scene was the most gruesome of all. It was an ocean world with flocks of seabirds hovering over floating islands of moldy flesh. Hanging in the sky of each world was a female face with a gaping, fang-filled smile that stretched from one ear to another.
And when the Current turns, Thuruht said, it is the Force that suffers.
Raynar felt sick. He and Jacen had become close friends at the first Jedi academy on Yavin 4. In fact, Jacen had been among those who helped Raynar and his father protect a lost arsenal of bioweapons from an anti-human terror group. And when Raynar's father died, Jacen had been one of the friends who comforted him. So when Jacen fell to the dark side and became Darth Caedus, it had been hard for Raynar to accept. At first, he had refused to believe the betrayal was sincere, and then he had blamed it on the torture Jacen had suffered as a prisoner of the Yuuzhan Vong. But as the Second Civil War had raged on, Caedus's actions had grown steadily more ruthless, and Raynar had finally understood that his old friend had become one of the most murderous of all Sith Lords. Now it seemed even that condemnation was not terrible enough. In his drive to change the vision he had seen, Darth Caedus had unleashed Destruction herself.
Chaos, not Destruction, Thuruht corrected. Chaos brings destruction, but she also brings new energy and change.
As Lowbacca and the others joined them, Raynar began to speak aloud, both so his companions would understand, and so C-3PO could record him.
"Thuruht believes that a change in the Current caused Abeloth's release," Raynar said, summarizing for his companions. He turned back to Thuruht. "But the Jedi believe the future is always in motion. So I have trouble seeing why a change in the Current would release Abeloth."
"Is a river current not in motion?" Thuruht replied, also speaking aloud. "And will it not carry a boat to many different places, depending on how the riders paddle?"
"Yes, that's true," Raynar said, with some impatience. "But wherever they land, they do not usually free Abeloth."
"They do not ever free her, because they have not changed the Current," Thuruht replied. "They have only ridden it to one of many different destinations. But if they wish to go where the Current cannot carry them, the current must be turned."
"And to do that, the river itself must be altered," Raynar finished.
"Yes," Thuruht replied. "The Force guides the Current. It is impossible to turn the Current without also changing the Force."
"And that is what frees Abeloth," Raynar clarified.
"Yes," Thuruht agreed. "The Force is in the dominion of the Celestials. When their power is usurped, the Bringer of Chaos comes."
Raynar waited while C-3PO translated the exchange for his companions. He was about to recap his suspicions regarding Jacen when Tekli arrived at the same conclusion.
"Then Jacen freed Abeloth?" she asked.
"Yes."
"By changing what he saw in his Force vision?" Tekli clarified.
Thuruht clacked her mandibles in a Killik shrug. "We do not know what Jacen saw in his Force vision."
Tekli's ears flattened in frustration. She looked to Lowbacca, who let out a sad groan and replied that even Tahiri had not known for certain. She believed the vision had to do with a dark man who ruled the galaxy, and that Jacen had been so disturbed by what he saw that he had turned to the dark side to prevent it.
After C-3PO had translated Lowbacca's explanation, Thuruht curled her antennae in the Killik equivalent of a nod.
"Then, yes," Thuruht replied. "If the dark man was the future Jacen wished to prevent, then it must be the future he changed."
With that, Thuruht turned and led the way up the corridor to the next set of reliefs-and Raynar saw why Thuruht was so confident he would remain to help the hive.
The first panel showed a long, tubular space station still under construction. The skeletal structure was teeming with Killiks, all wearing thin suits and bubble helmets. And that was all. There were no jetpacks, no space cranes, not even any tether cables-just millions of Killiks, floating together in banks the size of small asteroids. In front of them, enormous durasteel girders appeared to be drifting into position with no visible means of propulsion.
Raynar understood what he was seeing. Thuruht had used the Force not only to assemble the station itself-which certainly had the shape of Centerpoint-but also to move themselves about in space.
When we build, we use the Force for all things, Thuruht confirmed.
She directed Raynar's attention to the next panel. It showed a band of Killiks using Force blasts to extract ore from a stony asteroid. They also seemed to be using telekinesis to move the ore into a smelting furnace, which appeared to be powered by another swarm using a ball form of Force lightning.
To mine, to move, to smelt.
Raynar understood why Thuruht needed to harness the Force. But even if he knew how to share it, he was not strong enough to share it with so many beings at once.
Thuruht was amused by his confusion. By the time we are ready to build, you will be no more, she said. The Architects will be the Ones who give us the Force then.
"The Architects?" Raynar asked aloud. They were once again drifting into an area of conversation the Masters would need to hear. "Who are the Architects, exactly?"
The Brother and the Sister, Thuruht explained, still speaking inside Raynar's head. Abeloth is the only thing capable of bringing them together. It angers them to see her destroy civilizations they have spent millennia cultivating.
The Killik stepped to the next panel, where a pair of insects stood looming over a small swarm of Killiks who seemed to be assembling some sort of oversized fusion core. The first overseer was a luminous butterfly with large oval eyes and gossamer wings. Her companion was a powerful-looking beetle with heavy wings and a craggy head adorned by two raised stripes.
Soon, the Architects will form a pact and emerge from hiding, Thuruht continued. And when they do, the hive must be ready to answer their call.
"These are the Architects?" Raynar asked. He stepped closer to the panel and pointed at the two supervising insects. "You're saying that the Brother and the Sister are insects?"
Thuruht spread her four hands. They are to us.
"Ah?...?of course." As Raynar spoke, a torrent of memories flooded into his mind, of the Architects joining with Thuruht and dozens of other hives, of suddenly just knowing how to build wonders like the World Puller and Still Curtain and the Chasm of Forever, and he knew that Raynar Thul was no more. He nodded. "Now we understand."
When he turned away from the panel, he found Tekli and Lowbacca looking not at the crucial scene, but at him. Lowbacca's muzzle was hanging half open, baring his fangs less in menace than in shock, and Tekli's eyes had gone wide with alarm.
"Raynar," she said, "it's time to leave."
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"And what does Thuruht say the Celestials are?" Corran asked.
"They don't, really," Tekli replied. "They claim it's impossible to explain the Celestials, because no mortal mind can grasp their true nature."
With a long groan, Lowbacca noted that the Killiks believed the Celestials were in the Force. But they were adamant about saying that the Ones didn't emerge from the Force, because the Force was all around us, in us, and was us-and any being with two brains could clearly see that it was impossible to emerge from what one was. Tekli translated for those who didn't understand Shryiiwook.
"Soooo?..." Kyp sighed. "The usual Killik mugwump."
"Well, it did make some sense at the time," Tekli replied. "Perhaps it will seem more logical in the video record."
"No doubt," Kyle said. "But you said this would help explain Abeloth. Are we to take it that she is this Daughter? That the Son was able to draw her over to the dark side?"
"Not at all," Tekli replied. "To understand Abeloth, you need to think about what's missing from the family."
"You mean the Mother, of course," Luke said. "Abeloth is the other parent?"
Tekli snapped her fingers again, and Lowbacca changed the image on the datapad. This time, the panel contained a new figure, a young woman barely older than the Daughter, with long flowing hair, a wide smile, and twinkling eyes. She was obviously supposed to be some sort of servant, for the Son and the Daughter were looking away while they held glasses up to be filled from an ewer in her hands. But the Father was looking at her with obvious warmth, returning her smile as she poured for him.
"Abeloth is the servant who became the Mother," Tekli said. "At first, she seemed to bring joy and harmony to the family."
As Tekli spoke, Lowbacca ran through a series of images depicting Abeloth keeping the Son and the Daughter busy with games and chores, doting on the Father, even stepping in to channel the Son's destructive energies into useful tasks. Before long, she seemed to be a full member of the family, eating at the Father's side and holding her glass for the Son to fill.
"But as time passed, Abeloth seemed to age while the rest of the family stayed young," Tekli explained.
The image on Lowbacca's datapad showed a much older Abeloth, one who appeared old enough to be a proper wife to the Father. The next panel portrayed an aged and wrinkled Abeloth, standing at one end of a small temple complex-a complex that resembled exactly the one in Jaina's dream of Ben and Vestara fighting.
The Force roiled beneath a powerful wave of astonishment and shock, and Jaina looked over to find Luke and all of the other Masters studying first the image, then one another, and she realized that she was not the only one who had experienced the dream. Whether they had all seen the same fight was impossible to say, but it was very clear that every Master present recognized the temple complex.
Jaina felt Luke reaching out in the Force, radiating a sense of calmness and patience, and she quickly understood the message. Say nothing until the meaning grows clear.
The images on Lowbacca's datapad continued to advance, now showing the Father arguing with the Son and the Daughter, gesturing wildly while boulders and six-legged lizards whirled through the air around them.
"As Abeloth aged, she appears to have become a disruptive influence," Tekli said. "We think she may have been growing resentful of her mortality, since the rest of the family never seems to age."
Lowbacca changed the image on the datapad, to a panel that showed an elderly Abeloth sneaking a drink from the Font of Power while the Father hurled Force lightning at both the Son and Daughter. In the next image, a much younger-looking Abeloth was swimming in the Pool of Knowledge, looking sly and defiant as the Father used the Force to pull her from the water.
"In her desire to remain with her immortal family, she did the Forbidden-and paid a terrible price."
Lowbacca tapped a key, and a new panel appeared on the datapad. In the heart of the temple's courtyard stood a much-changed Abeloth, her hair now coarse and long, her nose flattened, and her once sparkling eyes so sunken and dark that all that could be seen of them were two pinpoints of light. She was raising her arms toward a cowering Daughter and a glowering Son, with long tentacles lashing out from where her fingers should have been. A furious Father was stepping forward to shield them, one hand pointing toward the open end of the temple and the other reaching out to intercept her tentacled fingers.
"The Killiks call Abeloth the Bringer of Chaos," Tekli said, motioning for Lowbacca to lower the datapad. "They seem to view her as the counterpart to the Father's role as Keeper of the Balance, and associate her with strife and violence."
"Am I understanding you correctly?" Eramuth Bwua'tu asked. "Are you saying that Abeloth is some sort of war goddess?"
"That would be a great oversimplification," Tekli replied. "The Killiks claim that war is part of the galaxy's cycle of change. As they explain it, sometimes war grows too powerful, and that's when Abeloth comes-to destroy the old order and make room for a new one."
"So you're saying Coruscant's destruction is part of some Celestial Plan?" Dorvan asked. He looked pointedly out the viewport. The smoke rising through the crevices around the Galactic Justice Center had grown so thick that it was starting to drift across Fellowship Plaza, obscuring even the majestic pyramid of the Jedi Temple. Then he glared back across the table at Luke. "That the Galactic Alliance has no choice but to accept its destruction?"
"There's always a choice," Luke said. "Remember, this is the Killiks' view of the galaxy. And we know that Abeloth has been imprisoned before." He looked back to Tekli. "Why don't we move ahead to what we know about stopping her."
Tekli's tiny ears pivoted slightly outward. "Unfortunately, Master Skywalker, I don't believe the Killiks are going to be much help in that regard," she said. "At least not to us."
Lowbacca contributed a long rumble, explaining that while Thuruht's entire purpose of existence seemed to be imprisoning Abeloth, they needed the Ones to guide their efforts. From what he and Tekli had surmised, the Son and the Daughter agreed on only one thing-that it angered them to see Abeloth destroy civilizations they had spent millennia cultivating in their own image. Eventually, the pair would form a pact and emerge from seclusion to stop her, and Thuruht expected to spend the next century or so building up its numbers so the hive would be ready when it was called into service.
我在那贴里说:
如果基利克人对阿贝洛思说法可信的话(因为基利克人的生理特性,他们的记忆未必完全准确),阿贝洛思就是父亲、儿子、女儿他们仨缺少的一个组成部分—— “母亲”。
母亲两字是打了引号的,因为即使基利克人对阿贝洛思说法可信,阿贝洛思也不是儿子与女儿的亲生母亲。
她是原本是做为仆人一类,后来加入了这个家庭,成为了母亲这个的缺乏的环节 = =
如果基利克人对阿贝洛思说法可信的话,那些画面不是寓意而是真正发生的过去:
父亲、儿子、女儿都与天神有关
十万年前,那时的阿贝洛思可能只是个普通人——或者至少不是《绝地的命运》里,做为“混沌使者”的她那种不朽存在。
本来她会衰老,她也是当初唯一一个能管束(不是用武力的那种)住儿子,让他把黑暗面的破坏给用在有益的地方——比如让儿子用原力闪电炸出建筑物( = = 用闪电把山石炸成建筑物,还真是个细致活。按照这种设定,总不会莫蒂斯的建筑,都是儿子闲极无聊时自己用闪电炸出的?)
但后来随着自己的衰老,希望拥有永恒与保有家庭的她,通过摄取Font of Power与Pool of Knowledge解决了自己衰老的问题。她因此获得了永恒的生命与无穷的原力,但也因此外型蜕变,变成了《绝地的命运》里那种星星眼裂口女+无数触手的存在。
后来曾经圆满幸福的家庭最终彻底破碎,阿贝洛思她家暴儿女时,惹得父亲出手保护儿女,父母双方大打出手。之后父亲带着儿女离开
( 话说父亲跟“母亲”打了一架后,带着儿女离开。
真的不是因为夫妻生活时,阿贝洛思总是用触手做攻,爹不堪做受么 ?)
随后阿贝洛思四处折腾摧毁了儿女喜欢的文明,终于把儿女都给惹得暴怒(儿子是不是还外带记恨当初家庭破裂时,阿贝洛思扁过自己的仇?)。儿女达成一致联手出动,拉着基利克人等势力帮忙,群殴了自己曾经的“母亲”,把她封印囚禁在无底洞黑洞团。
而银河系的战争灾难死亡等负面状况,会为阿贝洛思提供滋养,削弱她的封印。儿女则协力确保自己曾经的“母亲”被囚禁
绝地西斯五千年的战争,使得阿贝洛思的封印日趋减弱。父亲与儿女死亡于克隆战争期间
最终杰森的做为彻底打破阿贝洛思的封印,使得“混沌使者”阿贝洛思再临银河。
不过就像我说的,我个人其实很怀疑这些故事都是真实发生的。
基利克对远古记忆里相关阿贝洛思说法,以及对阿贝洛思与仨人间,父母子女的理解可信度到底有几分?
会不会是基利克人把记录关于阿贝洛思获得无穷原力与永恒生命时,带有寓意的某些图画,错当成真实?
如果说也许儿子女儿父亲是与天神相关的莫蒂斯里,对原力体现出的固定表征。
所以被画出固定图形,但他们本身并不真实存在。
如果图画里阿贝洛思与儿子女儿父亲相处那一幕,并非是完全真实的。
如果图画里是寓指她本来做为一个家庭圆满幸福的人,研究黑暗面与光明面的原力。后来企图永久拥有家庭和获得不朽生命,终于走入了禁忌曾面,变成做为“混沌使者”,获得了永恒却丧失了圆满家庭的说法。是否同样说得通?
至于儿女等联手群殴阿贝洛思的场景,如果说是寓指银河里当时属于光明与黑暗的势力,面对阿贝洛思的威胁选择联手群殴她,是否也有可能?
毕竟《绝地的命运》结局篇里,阿贝洛思再次“享受”了银河内光明与黑暗势力(卢克跟达斯·克雷特)的联手围车
而基利克人会不会是把记忆里关于原力寓意,给错当成真实?
把不存在的原力象征体现,错当成真实存在?
PS:
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