Post by Neology on Aug 12, 2018 4:49:51 GMT -5
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It was a difficult thing, charming a Jedi. For all that Lidah had done it before, and for all that the Order prescribed how each Jedi should live, they had so many different ways of coping with their upbringing. Of carrying on under the code. She’d met no two alike since her fall, but perhaps there was something in the broad strokes. Would the girl be like Locke? Perhaps. They worked together, presumably by the master investigator’s choice. He had promised and she trusted – that there was just no way would he bring someone dangerous here. Dangerous being a subjective term, of course. Would she be like Vance? It seemed they were acquainted, for reasons that still escaped her. Lidah could feel her former student’s presence several floors below, no doubt as anxious as she felt and concealing it with somewhat less grace. Jedi like them, Lidah could talk to. She wouldn’t like it; it called for brutal honesty and an uncomfortable degree of vulnerability. Show exactly where to aim the knife while making sure that they didn’t want to use it when the time came. But an absolutist, like Levin … She could only keep someone like that on the back foot for so long. It was too temporary a measure. Not that winning a stranger’s trust in an hour over tea was guaranteed, but there was little other choice. It was this or nothing. Permanent, easy solutions had been written off more or less immediately, distasteful and likely to draw further Jedi attention. Beyond that Locke would suspect her involvement, no matter how subtly it was done. No point saving his, well … Not life, but everything else if he came to hate her for it. Lidah Faine waited in the fifth floor solarium, a large balcony that stretched around the front face of The Blind Eye. The windows were tinted, floor to curving ceiling and set into a reinforced frame. The space was brightly lit and dominated by tables and shelves of soil hosting flowering and fruiting plants gathered from a dozen other worlds. She sat at a small table set for two with a silver tea service, her presence in the Force unconcealed both as was her custom at home and as a courtesy to her guest. A leucistic tuk’ata sat silent sentinel by her chair, white skinned and blue eyed like Lidah herself. A sentimental favorite from her personal menagerie, the beast was also a deliberate statement. Here is something once of the Sith. And now no longer. |