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[Lucyfer]

Thrawn’s opinion of the matter was hard to read on his face, though it didn’t stop Eli from trying, peering up at the Chiss and wondering what he made of the news. It puzzled him. That certainly meant it had little to do with what Governor Tarkin had said at the party. ‘So this really is some personal mission of yours on Coruscant.’ Did Tarkin know of a personal interest for Thrawn?

Either way, Faro was shaking her head as Eli tried to understand it himself. “No, sir.” Faro said.

Eli would take longer. He was expected to be able to think around corners by now. “Well, you were just granted the rank of Grand Admiral. Perhaps it’s meant to be a cooling off period and a learning time? You have a lot of new ships under your command now, and probably some new duties.” Eli hazarded the guess.


Perhaps if he knew what happened with other Grand Admirals after promotion, he would know if that was anywhere close, but it was the only thing he could think of. That Thrawn was being given a grace period to catch up with his new duties and new numbers.

~***~

Ae’lia had never been certain how common her fall from grace was. If she ever had a bust made of her in the time of the war, or if such a thing had been put off until later. That Skye – Hala – knew her thus came as a small surprise. Ae’lia would not deny it, “I did leave, yes, but I’ve never joined the Empire, or the Inquisitors.” She was not ashamed of leaving the Order.

Given the choice, she’d leave again.

The Order had gone astray, and she had to find her own way, based on her ideals.

She wasn’t sure if she should anticipate anger, but she did not dare to tense when Hala came forward, nor when she reached forward. Ae’lia met the hug a moment later, tight, fierce, that same desperate longing and solitude in the grip, that need for someone else who understood her in it. The caf was let go, but not forgotten – hovering in the air instead.

“It’s so good to meet you, Hala Cormin.” She would say the name now, here, for likely she would not have many opportunities to say, and Hala, not as many opportunities to hear it, the way her own name had been lost to her years ago.

 

[cleopat]

Cora also shook her head. She would have no idea why Governor Tarkin would want them there, when Coruscant and the nearby planets already had enough defense before the Chimaera. Unless the Governor wanted to keep the Grand Admiral distracted for some reason?

She maintained her silence, not comfortable, or confident enough, to voice her own thoughts around the Grand Admiral just yet. Besides, Eli’s suggestion seemed plausible enough.

Thrawn nodded with Eli’s words. “That’s a plausible explanation. The other Grand Admirals were stationed to Coruscant for a brief period after their own promotions. Would probation be the right word to describe this period?” He looked towards his trusted ally and long-time translator, Eli, for some help, before continuing.

“Although what is curious is that the other Grand Admirals only remained above Coruscant for one month, while we are assigned for three months.” It had been mentioned his disadvantage of being born an alien would set him back in his career. Certainly this wasn’t one of those moments, not with Tarkin involved?

~~

“I know,” Hala whispered into Ae’lia’s hair while still in the embrace. Even during her initial suspicions and hesitations with any potential ulterior motives, she knew deep down, whether it was the will of the Force or not, that Ae’lia meant no harm for Hala.

It’s so good to meet you, Hala Cormin. She laughed. Through her desperation and overwhelming emotions, Hala laughed as she tightened her embrace. “And it’s so nice to meet you too, Ae’lia Kore.” A deep breath, a brief tightening of her embrace as she poured her years of longing and isolation into the first true moment of physical contact she’s had in years.

Hala then decided to break away. If they wanted to hug again, she would welcome it, but for now, they had many things to discuss. Another deep breath. She didn’t fully pull away though, for her hands lingered on Ae’lia’s arms before drifting down to clasp her hands in her own.

“Do you know of any others still out there?” She dared asked, but their numbers were small. Hala knew the odds of knowing another, and then meeting a second? Near impossible.

 

[Lucyfer]

Eli bit his cheek at the suggestion of a probation period. That didn’t sound quite right to him, not for something like a Grand Admiral, and he shook his head. “No, not probation, I don’t think this is a trial period for you, Grand Admiral,” Eli said, not believing that in the least. Grands didn’t have trial periods.

Wilhuff Tarkin certainly was never temporarily a Grand Moff.

“More…grace period, I think,” Eli suggested, “they’re not going to revoke your promotion, but they may want you to get accustomed to it and do so within a secure position. Three months does seem excessive, though,” he would agree with that. He’d been unaware of other periods, but he was glad he had been on the right track. “There must be a reason for it.”

‘Maybe because you’re terrible at politics.’ He did not say that. But he thought it. Loudly. All the other Grand Admirals were fairly skilled at that art. Perhaps Tarkin thought he needed more time with it? He did have to work with plenty of politicians and high-ranking people now, who could likely annoy Thrawn endlessly with red tape and loopholes.

~***~

Ae’lia nearly broke on hearing her name. It’d been so long. It was a secret not even Malvern knew, though he knew her past as a Jedi. There were things he did not have a need to know, things that would only endanger him, and her name was among those things. A mental note was made, that she would have to tell Hala not to mention that to Adlai.

No matter how good, how sweet, some things could not be said to him. It only endangered him further – until the Empire was gone.

But the pair of them were in the same danger no matter what, and though she had felt her eyes water, she didn’t try to hide in the embrace. She let Hala pull away, and she smiled up at her, trying to blink away the watery eyes. “Yes,” she could answer that, squeezing Hala's hands as she answered, “Though I have not heard anything of him in a few years now, there was Cal Kestis. I knew of his actions on Kashyyyk from Saw Gerrera. I do not think he’s dead…at least, not by Imperial hands, if he is dead.”

She would have heard that report. She heard all the reports of found Jedi…killed Jedi. “He’s the only one I’ve heard of, alive.”

 

[cleopat]

“Grace period,” Thrawn repeated under his breath, as if practicing the phrase on his tongue. He hadn’t recalled a time when he heard the phrase before, but Eli seemed to think what was going on was a good thing.

If it was, he wouldn’t look too much into it, aside from the unusual time frame.

Coruscant was the center of many activities related to the Empire. The Emperor lived on Coruscant. Maybe it was what Emperor Palpatine wanted? Regardless, he would send Governor Tarkin a message later.

“I’m sure there is a good reason for this prolonged station. Governor Tarkin wouldn’t waste the resources of the Empire.” Well, Thrawn so believed.

Clearing his throat, his crimson eyes shifted over the three figures. “I trust your day off has been spent productively?”

~~

Hala didn’t want to break the embrace herself. She already convinced herself that they would get one more in before they parted ways for the day. They both needed the physical comfort, and from that, the Force connected them in a way they wouldn’t be able to with anyone else.

“I’ve heard of his name before.” Cal Kestis wasn’t well known to her, but she had vague memories of a red-headed padawan by that name, and of the actions on Kashyyyk. “Then maybe there is still hope, if he’s alive.” Her thumbs brushed over Ae’lia’s hands in a comforting gesture.

“I’ve heard whispers of some others being alive. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, though I do not know how true these rumors are. My heart is telling me to believe, but I also don’t want to give myself false hope.” She knew not of Obi-Wan’s last act before the Order, and she hadn’t heard anything of Ahsoka since her trial and departure from the Order.

Hala squeezed Ae’lia’s hands once more before pulling away. The teapot finally caught her attention. “Come, let’s sit and discuss things further. I’m sure we have many more questions to ask, and those scarves look fun.”

 

[Lucyfer]

When Thrawn repeated the word, Eli was tempted to offer a more fitting translation in Sy Bisti, but he held back. Thrawn hadn’t asked, and he didn’t need to showcase that he understood when Thrawn was uncertain to the others. Or that Thrawn was uncertain, in general. So, he would refrain from explaining it any further in the language that Thrawn knew better.

Eli wasn’t so sure about Governor Tarkin not wasting resources, but he had a reputation for being efficient, so he gave that an agreeable nod. There was also the fact that Tarkin actually seemed to like Thrawn, which had to count for something, given Tarkin didn’t like 99.9% of people.

If that many.

So, he let the topic shift, “Yes,” Eli answered, and added, “Officer Suvan is actually working on an interesting project for mapping that you may want to see, later.” Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned that without asking her if she was comfortable with it, but he also wanted to display his faith in it, by offering it to Thrawn’s eyes. Not to mention, Thrawn may have suggestions based on his own ventures in space uncharted by the Empire, to how to make this more efficient.

~***~

Ae’lia felt some relief that the name Cal was known to Hala, as well. She did not recall him during his time with the Order, but it was difficult to keep track. Ahsoka, she knew of, and Kenobi. Ahsoka had left the Order as well, though under drastically different circumstances.

She would be hunted down for it, just as well.

“I will share in your hope. May they stay well hidden,” Ae’lia said, pulling her hands away then as Hala took note of the tea. She reached for her hovering caf and nodded – she would walk with her.

She wasn’t sure how much, truly, there was to say. There was much to reminiscence on. Perhaps much to ask about her leaving the Order. And though Ae’lia wanted to know how Hala survived, she imagined that would be…painful to relive. Ae’lia had not been caught in the midst of that, though she had felt it, even on Mygeeto.

Her smile was a bit weaker, and she wiped at the tears, making sure they didn't spill far down her cheeks, “The scarves are,” she agreed, and then asked, “How…how have you been managing?” To live. To stay out of sight. The question was intentionally vague. She still did not wish to press Hala for anything she wouldn’t want to say.

 

[cleopat]

Cora’s eyes widened and snapped over to Eli when he casually mentioned her project he had seen just that morning. She hadn’t anticipated on being put on the spot like that, and she almost wanted to kick him under the table.

Almost.

With a raised eyebrow, Thrawn’s gaze flickered from Eli to Cora. “Is that so, Lieutenant-Commander?” He sensed the lack of confidence in the officer. Shoulders tensed. Jaw tightened. Unwillingness for direct eye contact. Thrawn knew of her impressive records and resume, but he sensed more to be taught to her.

She nodded her head, her hands folded in her lap so she could fidget her fingers. “That’s correct, Grand Admiral.”

Lieutenant-Commander Suvan is making some attempt. She is proud of her project. “Good, after I have discussed matters with Governor Tarkin, I would like to see your mapping project.”

“Of course, sir. I will be more than pleased to show you what I have so far.” That still didn’t negate the fact she wanted to jab Eli in the side with her elbow.

~~

Hala nodded. “May the Force be with them,” she murmured. If their status remained unknown to them, then she hoped the Empire would have just as difficult of a time finding them. While they all craved to be with others, they knew the dangers of keeping in numbers.

The teapot and a teacup floated into the air, and the teapot gentled poured the green tea into the cup. Hala gently grabbed the cup as she reached the little tea station, but didn’t quite took a sip just yet.

Ae’lia asked her a difficult question. What was the proper way to respond? Oh just splendidly, I turned to a life of minor piracy in an attempt to mask the pain I feel in every moment of my life, from when I’m awake to when I’m asleep.

“I’ve been...managing,” she sighed. “You know, just surviving and doing what I can to survive.” Hala scoffed and shook her head. She may divulge more information if pressed. Ae’lia was the first person she could truly open up to. Should she hide anything of her life?

“And what about you? You seemed to be doing pretty well for yourself.” Hala wouldn’t hold a grudge towards Ae’lia’s seemingly comfortable life. She knew the dangers that lurked keeping so close to Imperials and politicians.

 

[Lucyfer]

Eli could see how nervous Cora was in an instant, but he at least kept his head up, and his focus on Thrawn. Thrawn knew he could trust him, and he would show the confidence in the project, at least, where Cora was unable. And probably take whatever was thrown at him as soon as Thrawn left the area, because he was fairly certain he had that coming.

And, hopefully, a hug after Thrawn had seen it. Assuming his confidence wasn’t misplaced.

“I guess you should go catch up with Governor Tarkin, then?” Eli asked, wondering if Thrawn wanted more from them right then, or more information on their days. He supposed he hadn’t said much, but he wasn’t sure how to tell Thrawn he’d spent part of the day dancing, and the other part sparring.

They were both productive activities, but his mind wasn’t entirely dwelling on the productive part.

Cora’s project was a lot more productive than that. “I’m not sure what kind of schedule he keeps.” Or if he slept.

~***~

Hala did not offer much, but Ae’lia nodded her acceptance of it. It was an answer. It was an honest one, even if it lacked the details of what ‘survival’ meant. Ae’lia knew survival was not always pretty. In some ways – in plenty of ways – her own survival was not pretty in spite of outward appearances.

Her smile flickered and faded. “I have always been good at connecting,” that was true even as a Jedi, and why her role had suited her so well. She could empathize with many, see things in many different ways. It did not make her suited for war. “I was not sure what to do when I first left the Order, but I found my way after…after.”

After.

“They were not going to leave me alone, either,” so she dropped the name Ae’lia Kore, and remade herself into someone no one expected to see – someone in public. “I have been doing what I can, with the power I have.” She would leave Shah-tezh out of this, but that she was fighting, she would not leave out.

She was fighting. Credits and fame gave her the ability to fight in the public arena, to hint at her opinions where she could, while retaining Imperial friendships.

Outside of that public eye, credits and fame also went a long way, as it would on Friday in her trip to Kashyyyk.

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn shot them all once last look. It seemed no one else would chime in with any other impertinent information or anything else that had happened that day.

A slight nod. “I’m very well attuned to the Governor’s schedule.” Unfortunately. “Anyways, I will let you three get back to your business. Lieutenant-Commander Suvan,” Cora looked up at the mention, “I shall meet with you in your lab later for a demonstration.”

“Of course, sir.” Another slight nod, and Thrawn turned on the balls of his feet and left the caf for his quarters, full intention of sending Tarkin a message full of questions.

Once Thrawn left the caf, Cora punched Eli in the arm, with enough force to show her displeasure. “Seriously? My program isn’t even ready for demonstration! He will see all the holes and flaws and wonder how I even have my position!”

~~

Hala nodded along with Ae’lia’s explanation. She took a sip of the tea and lightly hummed her approval. “I am...not so skilled at connecting. I guess many are put off by my brash personality.” She half-smiled at that. Ae’lia had a taste of it at the casino, and neither her now Malvern seemed terribly put off.

“Besides, I’ve always been more of a fight and pilot. Those are the skills I’ve used over the years to protect myself.” She strolled over to the nearest scarf dangling from the wooden scaffoldings, and reached one hand out to lightly toy with the fabric.

“Do you feel like you’re safe with your position? I imagine there’s some sort of cushion with someone of your position in society, but also one wrong move, and it’s all thrown away.” How safe could any of them be, really? Until the end of the Inquisitors and the Empire.

 

[Lucyfer]

Eli didn’t even attempt to dodge or deflect the punch. He expected it, and he accepted it with a bit of a grunt. It was painful, and Faro looked quite surprised to see the action taken. Eli lifted a hand to rub at the spot, “I know you don’t think so, but trust me,” he forced a wane smile, “He’s going to like it.”

Thrawn would approve of it.

“He’s seen enough of my works in progress to understand the difference between a finished project, and an unfinished one, too. He’ll see the same potential that I do – maybe he’ll even give you paid time to work on it,” Eli wasn’t sure if that was something she would want, but it couldn’t hurt.

More funds, and more time, to spend on the project would be what most anyone would want, before it was offered to someone like, well, Governor Tarkin. Before it could be considered something useful for the entirety of the galaxy. “I’m sorry though. I know I should have asked. It just sort of…popped into my head when he asked about what we’d been doing.”

“You two have been working on some kind of project all day?” Faro arched a brow, interrupting.

Eli’s cheeks slowly turned red, because that wasn’t the truth, but he also didn’t want to say the truth. Still. No matter how correct his thoughts were in the fact that the day had been spent productively.

~***~

Ae’lia almost laughed at Hala’s query of her safety, but she did not, taking in what Hala said of her own skillset and personality. Of course, it hadn’t bothered her much, but she had always been far more forgiving. Particularly of people in pain, as Hala so obviously was. One had to be gentle with them. As gentle as if they were a wounded animal who didn’t understand.

Ae’lia tried to retain that gentleness, that genuine care, across her interactions.

“This position affords me little safety. It would take one Inquisitor recognizing me for it to be over,” Ae’lia answered. “Perhaps it is good that the Inquisitors do not seem to be allowed much,” from what she gathered, they were isolated. They did not go out much, and they were not connected to much, not allowed to develop empathy or opinion.

They were less attached than the Jedi had ever been, and for the worst. “I am fortunate that the rule of people seeing what they want to see, still applies,” those who had known her as a Jedi, did not recognize her now. The name helped. More than that, of course, was the fact she did not dress as her old self. She did not style her hair the same ways. She had changed much – small things – but enough.

She did not seem a Jedi, so she was not viewed as a Jedi.

“Perhaps I am also fortunate that public opinion would turn on the Empire if they acted too harshly, too openly, against me without solid proof,” she mused over that thought as sipped the caf, watching Hala observe the room. “And I hope to use that, for as long as I can. Adlai is also useful. He…figured it out. I didn’t tell him, but he was around me too often and I had to use the Force in a few situations. Nothing significant, but…he is from Serenno.”

As if that explained why he was keener. To her, it did.

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn was stopped only a few times along his route to his quarters. Mainly the passing officers nodded at him in acknowledgement, but a few stopped him to obtain clearance for assignments or clarification on separate matters.

He didn’t hurry to his quarters, but he was relieved when he finally found solitude and tranquillity in his room. But it wouldn’t last long. He had immediate plans to contact Governor Tarkin.

Which he then set out to do.

Thrawn set up a space for a video call with the Governor before requesting for the man. If he didn’t answer, then a simple message would have to suffice in the meantime.

~~

Cora folded her arms on the table in front of her, and with a loud groan, laid her head down on her arms. She was convinced she was going to ruin her only chance at proving herself and her side-work in front of the Grand Admiral.

Eli attempted to cheer her up, which she appreciated. A weary sigh, and Cora turned her head so she could look at the officer sitting next to her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe he will like it.” But therein lied the problem: ensuring that Thrawn would like it.

Another groan, and she sat back up right as Faro inquired about their working on a project all day. Cora noticed the slight blush blossoming on Eli’s cheeks. “We’ve been helping one another with our own respective projects.”

Which was the truth, in a way, but she inwardly winced as she realized that only left room for more questions, if Faro decided to know more.

~~

An Inquisitor easily recognizing Ae’lia under the Eira mask as the Jedi she used to be was always a very possible outcome. Hala only knew them as cruel, merciless, and isolated. They didn’t strike her as the type to watch holovids or attend traditional stage plays.

But maybe they wanted to start a new technique of going out.

Hala nodded along with everything Ae’lia spoke. People believed what they wanted to believe, and she was so popular with the common people, that the populace would react violently should the Empire do anything to her.

“Adlai is definitely useful,” she commented with a raised brow. The pretty Senator who seemed to know a lot about Ae’lia’s life, a gesture of how much trust she held in him. “I had the opportunity to talk to him earlier. He seems nice enough.” She hadn’t detected any ill-intent with him, and Hala knew it wasn’t just her charmed by a pretty face. “What more can you tell me about him?”

 

[Lucyfer]

Tarkin had been in his quarters at that time – no doubt, as Thrawn knew. Though some unpredictable elements remained to the Governor’s life, he retained some habits, as well. He did not care much to be on Coruscant, preferring the starships, but when he was there, he kept certain hours to his space in the Senatorial Complex for Eriadu.

That day, he was sharpening the claw of a beast he’d slain when he was but a child. He’d turned it into a knife that he kept on his person most of the time, hidden from sight.

The call rang through, and he cast his pale eyes to the ID. His thin lips curled in a slight smirk. He had underestimated Thrawn’s willingness to question him, but he hadn’t discarded the possibility entirely.

He set aside his curved blade and answered the call, not rising from his chair, “Grand Admiral Thrawn. You received my message?”

~***~

‘Of course I’m right.’ Eli didn’t say that. Even if he was confident, he could not be entirely certain. There existed the possibility that Thrawn would not, in fact, like this. Or that it would be too flawed.

Still, he held out hope, even as Cora offered an answer to Faro about what they were doing. “What projects are you doing that aren’t top secret, Vanto?”

Eli sighed and gestured out, “Sparring, and dancing,” he finally confessed, but realized he could turn that, “You know, you should practice dancing more. There might be a chance Eira shows up at the next event.” He teased, thinking it would get him out of Faro questioning him and Cora further on what they’d been up to.

The way her cheeks flamed suggested it was still a good memory. Still close to the surface, too. “You think so?”

~***~

That Hala went to see Adlai was no surprise; she’d said as much already in her first message to Ae’lia about his attractiveness. Ae’lia didn’t see it, but then again, she was rarely attracted to anyone. She also tended to ignore it when she was. She may have left the Jedi Order, but some teachings had stuck.

Attempting to be normal never really worked well.

And Adlai was another layer to that – another thing that made people see what they wanted to see, “He’s an eligible bachelor who gave that away to make me seem normal,” protecting her reputation, in a way.

There’d be too many questions and too much harassment if Eira Nevan was seen as single. “But you’re going to have to be more specific with what you want to know of him. There are things I can tell you, and things I cannot.”

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn hadn’t been surprised that Tarkin was available to talk at the moment, but some surprise crossed his mind when the man actually answered the call. He had truly anticipated to be sent to voice mail to be called back later.

So when Tarkin answered, Thrawn straightened himself and cleared his throat. “Yes, I did, Governor. Therein lies my question.” He knew he couldn’t appear ungrateful, for Governor Tarkin was a large part in why he had the Grand Admiral position.

But that didn’t mean he still had questions.

“I know many of the Grand Admirals are assigned a grace period mission stationed over Coruscant, but records indicate that they are only stationed here for one month, yet the Chimaera has been assigned to remain here for three months.” A brief pause for him to read the Governor. “May I inquire as to why this is?”

~~

Cora held her breath as Eli admitted to their earlier activities, but he offered a distraction soon enough by firing the dancing activity back at Faro, who blushed at the suggestive tone.

“You know,” Cora began, “If you go to that Coruscant gallery opening on Saturday, you’ll be able to see her again. Maybe even ask for another dance, who knows.”

She knew it may be cruel to tease Faro like that, but she also wasn’t prepared for any questions aimed their way about their time together. Not yet. Even though there wasn’t anything to explain. Two acquaintances helping each other out. Nothing more.

No thoughts of how many times she mentally urged Eli to kiss her. “If you want to go, I’m sure I can help you brush up on your dancing.”

~~

An eligible bachelor who sacrificed that aspect of his personal life. A noble Count. A noble...noble? “You two must be really close for him to volunteer to do that to his own life.” There was no accusation laced in her words. A mere fact that she reiterated to ensure she understood everything.

Hala immediately wanted to inquire about the forbidden things Ae’lia could not tell. “Things you personally can’t tell, and stuff I will personally have to wait for him to tell me?” would all that she would ask about that.

After that, she would move on to what she could learn about Adlai. “Does he really need a bodyguard?” Certainly someone like him would have already had a full security system protecting him. Or was that another stereotype she had of the politicians? Well, before Order 66, I truly may have had been a bodyguard for some senator.

 

[Lucyfer]

The Grand Admiral had done his homework. He understood that most had been assigned to Coruscant for only a month, not three. The Governor would hum an agreeing sound as Thrawn saw the issue. “You are correct. Your presence on Coruscant for three months is abnormal, and there are reasons for it. The first is, of course, that we do desire to catch you up with all that your office will entail.”

That was without question. There was much for him to learn, more people for him to meet, and ships to get a better understanding of.

“There is also the matter of your prodigious rise to the position. No one has ascended to the rank so quickly as you,” which, Tarkin did have a hand in, but it was deserved, “The others had military experience from the Clone Wars, or other military engagements, and either maintained their previous, or had their experience considered. You have climbed rapidly, but as we both know, your experience in the field has cost you experience with politicians. In your new position, navigating moffs and governors will become common, and you will have to do some with some…tact. Civilian ranks and military ranks do not bow to one another.”

Tarkin held both. It mattered not at all to him – but a regular moff without military rank wasn’t inclined to listen to Thrawn just because he was a Grand Admiral.

“Finally, there is the matter I have asked you to look in to. Eira’s play opens near the beginning of the third month. I would have you figure her out in three months,” and there, a slight smirk pulled at his lips, “I understand you have already begun.” The tabloids were already running wild.

~***~

Faro bit her bottom lip as Cora suggested she go to the gallery. There was nothing stopping her, of course. Except Thrawn was going. “Don’t you think Thrawn would mind?” She had noticed the time the pair of them spent together, too.

Eli shook his head, “It’s a public gallery. He should be encouraged that you’re interested in, uh, art.” She wasn’t. She would be there for one reason. Maybe she’d develop an interest, but that was to be seen. He didn’t know if any dancing would be involved, but he wanted to encourage this.

Partially, because he had hope for Faro.

Partially because if it did annoy Thrawn…he wanted to hear about it. He wanted to hear a lot about it.

Faro hesitated a moment longer, then, “Please. Please help me.”

~***~

‘We have both found higher causes.’ Ae’lia thought, but did not say, as Hala stated the obvious. Adlai Malvern was a rarity, shaped by the Clone Wars and the rise of the Empire as much as anyone – perhaps more than most, given his home, and his status.

Hala did ask for clarification on it, and Ae’lia chuckled, “A bit of both, though I can tell about certain personal things, there are aspects I will withhold.” Things she had the power to tell. Things she may tell in time, after a lengthy discussion with Shay, but things that, for the moment, Hala did not need to know.

“If you are asking if he is in danger, the answer is yes. Particularly given Mitth’raw’nuruodo may take an interest in him,” Ae’lia answered that bit. His life had been threatened enough times. “If you’re asking whether or not he can defend himself – he can. He could fight before I met him. I’ve honed his skills since then.” If Malvern had the Force, he would have certainly been more than competent at Style II.

As it was, he was a rather amazing swordsman, and handy with a blaster – a better shot than most. “He has additional security, of course, but they can’t go everywhere.” And even Hala could not – but she would go more places than his entire team could go.

 

[cleopat]

The first set of information Governor Tarkin told Thrawn was nothing new. The standard leeway into the new position and everything the title will entail. For that, he will be eternally grateful to the Empire for helping him when he knew he would need it.

The news of his prodigal ascendence was not expected. He was well aware of his own situation, but he didn’t quite think it would play in a roll in his, and his ship, remaining over Coruscant for a long period of time. But he knew he needed to learn how to better navigate politics. Eli told him constantly. Everyone else strongly hinted at it.

That would be something he would express his thanks at.

But then the third set of news. The news that Thrawn expected to be the true reason why Tarkin wanted the Chimera to remain near coruscant. One brow cocked up. What did Tarkin knew of his and Eira’s acquaintanceship?

“If you’re talking about my promotion party, then yes, we have already begun to talk to one another.” He played dumb for a minute, largely to see how Tarkin would respond. If he would respond with the information Thrawn wanted to hear about how much he knew.

~~

Would Thrawn mind? Cora didn’t know what was going on between their Grand Admiral and the holostar. Was it a mere acquaintanceship? Although others noted how Thrawn seemed to have acted...different in front of her. Could it be possible he actually had a crush on the actress?

Cora shrugged. “Eli’s right. It’s a public affair, and if you just so happen to catch her eye, then he can’t say anything.” The only situation in which they could ignore whatever Thrawn had to say to them.

It was all about what Eira wanted.

She smiled at the officer. “Of course I’ll help you. Just let me know when you’re free, and we can arrange some lessons. Maybe even today, after my demonstration to the Grand Admiral.” At the last sentence, Cora shot an unamused look towards Eli.

~~

Hala nodded. She could respect that there were simply some secrets that would remain secrets. If she stayed with them, she imagined some of those secrets would be unveiled to her, slowly, over time, as that trust is built.

The very fact that Malvern’s life was in danger was not news to Hala. She recalled what was said in their meeting. She recalled what she had seen in his office. Besides, any politician risked their life for what they believed in. Hala could never do the job, but she respected those who did it for the good of their people.

And she had reason to believe Malvern did just that.

“So maybe I should ask him for a sparring session before accepting any position as bodyguard,” she wondered out loud, with a mischievous smirk. “He seems capable enough, but no one can be too careful nowadays.”

 

[Lucyfer]

Tarkin only let his smirk twitch into a true existence as he leaned back in his chair, fingers coming together over his chest, under his chin, “It seems you also need to take some lessons in fame and celebrity.” Tarkin sounded a touch amused with Thrawn’s own ignorance. “It is already all over the HoloNews and HoloNet, that you and Eira Nevan spent the late morning enjoying the peak and gelato together. Even a Holochess game.”

There were enough pictures.

Perhaps Thrawn had never noticed the photographers. It was entirely possible. Eira certainly didn’t live a life avoiding them or paying them much mind, seemingly comfortable with their presence. It made her easy to track, for the most part.

“There are already plenty of rumors circulating about it, but I’ll spare you the details.” They were irrelevant. The truth was what mattered, after all. “You can look into it yourself.” And perhaps he would come to understand what it meant to be around Eira Nevan.

~***~

Faro took the encouragement easily enough, and nodded. “I’m going to need something besides this uniform to wear, too.” She noted. If she wanted to stand out, that was. She couldn’t go in uniform again, not to a public event. She needed to dress up! “I’ll be free after that. Unless you need to go punch Eli. Then I’ll be free after you punch Eli.”

Eli let out an exasperated sigh and threw his hands up, “I consent to being a punching bag if needed,” he said, accepting that if he screwed up that badly, he deserved it. “But I’m still sure Thrawn is going to be happy. And we’ll find you nice things to wear. Or. Well. Cora—Officer Suvan—would probably be better at that.”

Not him. He didn’t know Core fashion. He knew his uniform and that was what he needed. Besides he wasn’t going to the gallery no matter how curious he was.

~***~

Ae’lia rolled her eyes a bit, seeing the smirk, “Perhaps you should,” she agreed, in spite of that, “I am certain it will be a learning experience for you both,” Ae’lia taught him what she could, and it was substantial, but everyone had their styles, and their particular flairs to it.

Ae’lia had come to mix plenty of things into Style II. It remained wholly graceful, and not at all wasteful, but her talent in dance had shifted it over time, as did her advancement in the Force. “I admit, I’d certainly appreciate a spar now and then myself. It’s…difficult to retain skill without an adequate opponent,” and she hadn’t had someone who was Force sensitive in years to practice against.

Nor someone with a lightsaber. She suspected Hala had such, but wouldn’t say. She hadn’t brought her own. “But, another day, another place,” it would hardly do here. Or on Coruscant, at all. Lightsaber sightings were caught quickly by Imperials.

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn immediately knew that Tarkin knew everything. He knew how Thrawn knew exactly what he was talking about, and he did. He simply hadn’t paid attention to celebrity gossip or tabloids before, and now to be the subject of them was a strange experience.

Although, in a way, the entire game played exactly like politics of the people he dealt with, but simply on a larger scale thanks to the HoloNews and HoloNet.

Thraw grimaced. “I think I’ll pass into looking into it. What is done is done.” He hardly wanted to read what others said about Eira and himself together. Would the words be kind to the fact he was obviously not human? Thrawn had little hope for that.

Changing the subject, Thrawn continued, “I will be attending the gallery opening on Coruscant this Saturday, as I believe has already been mentioned in passing.” From the party. “I believe this will be another great opportunity to learn more about Eira.”

~~

Cora lightly laughed at Faro’s antics and Eli’s reaction. “I think I will be able to make time for you between that demonstration and punching Eli.” Though she wouldn’t really punch Eli. She realized he only threw her in the spot because he saw something in her work.

But could anyone blame the butterflies in her stomach over trying to impress the Grand Admiral?

“Don’t worry, I think I can help you find something.” Her eyes scanned what she could see of Faro’s figure, her head craning a bit to see more of her, but Cora nodded. “Yeah, I can definitely help you. You’re about my size, so you can borrow something of mine if you want.”

Which meant she may wear an actual dress as well instead of her military formals. This was a non-Empire coordinated event. There would be no need for such attire.

~~

“I’m sure it will be,” she hummed her agreement. Hala’s mind ascended beyond the less-than-appropriate thoughts she had initially thought and into how she imagined Malvern would fight. How he could actually teach her something nw.

But there lacked a certain challenge in sparring with non-Force users, as Ae’lia mentioned. “Maybe we should spar then,” she offered. “With or without weapons.” The silent offer for a light battle with lightsabers, if she had the same urge as Hala to stretch those long unused muscles.

Though their weapon sparring would need a secure location. While Hala always carried her own saber with her, she didn’t wield it in every tough situation.

“I’m sure you didn’t invite me here to talk about the Count though.” There was a light smile as she took another sip of her tea. “Were there any other questions you have for me?”

 

[Lucyfer]

The grimace was more than Tarkin had counted on as a reaction, but it was notable all the same. He let his expression become more neutral. He wouldn’t torment Thrawn needlessly with some of the quips – he wasn’t Krennic. Tarkin also had little doubt that Thrawn would hear of it from his crew.

Perhaps not directly, but…he’d hear.

So, Tarkin allowed the easy shift to the gallery. Alderaan. He scoffed – his disdain for the soft-handed nobles was known well enough, “I am certain the experience will be of use to you,” to see how Eira interacted with those suspected of harboring malevolence for the Empire. Even her boyfriend, the Count Adlai Malvern, was suspect, and it did make Tarkin wonder a bit about Savit.

“If you do require additional resources, you may reach me. Given the necessary discretion of this, you are not to speak of it to many others. If anyone asks of your extended stay on Coruscant, you may assure them of the other reasons,” that barely-there smile came to his lips, “I am sure it is no hardship to brag that you are exceeding beyond expectations in the realm of warfare and need only take time to grow your development in the arena of politics, however tedious it may seem to you now.”

Tarkin excelled in both, though he viewed neither warfare nor politics from the…standard perspective, as he was aware.

~***~

Faro had not yet seen much of Cora’s wardrobe, beyond the uniform, but she knew where Cora was from. That gave her hope, and it shown through her brown eyes. “If—if you’re sure,” they both had similar hair and eyes, as well. Faro suspected that some of the clothing that suited Cora, would suit her just as well.

Their skin tone wasn’t exact. Eli and Cora were both darker than her, but that was the least of her worries.

Getting to go out and wear something pretty, getting to see Eira for a second time in so close a time period – intentionally, this time – it was like a dream! “Maybe staying around Coruscant for a while isn’t so bad,” if it gave any more of these opportunities.

Eli smiled. He couldn’t help it. Cora was immediately trying to help Faro – maybe it was just to avoid what they’d been doing, but nonetheless, it was good to see her go about it from a route of helpfulness, rather than malevolence.

~***~

Ae’lia nodded, “When I have a better idea of your schedule,” when she knew Hala a little better, and knew how she was fitting into everything, “I think I can arrange it.” Ae’lia knew there was nowhere truly safe to use a lightsaber.

The kyber in them had an energy and a pulse unique to it. It was mostly deadened, and in cities like Coruscant, impossible to notice at a distance. Her own presence in the Force was muted by the Emperor’s, and the nexuses that was Coruscant. It made the world, strangely, safe. Picking out her presence would be quite the task for even an Inquisitor. Even Vader.

And Ae’lia didn’t announce it.

Though, Hala’s follow-up question was a bit…embarrassing. Ae’lia looked down into her nearly empty cup, “I did not have any real intent to question you. Would it be enough to say I was just lonely?” That she had no intent, except to find out if her suspicions had been correct, and then…well, then, she hadn’t known. “I just wanted to know I wasn’t alone. I do not expect you to stay through all of this,” did not truly expect her to become Adlai’s guard, “but to know someone is out there, someone I can reach, is…comforting.”

It made it a little less lonely, even if it brought the pain to the surface. “I know I left the Jedi, but I never…I never thought that it was a history I would lose.” That she couldn’t even talk of it. That living her life by the principals would be a death warrant. That the Force, her gift, would have to be hidden. No, she never anticipated that. Never imagined she could eat gelato with a new friend, and not be able to tell them of Master Yoda introducing her to it.

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn recognized the slight shift in Governor Tarkin’s expression. One that also eased Thrawn, though he wouldn’t show that. He may have respected Tarkin, but he knew the man held a penchant for teasing others, maliciously or otherwise. He didn’t know if he wanted to try and navigate that.

But the scoff alerted him of the Governor’s displeasure. He said nothing that would hint at what caused the displeasure, but Thrawn was certain it dealt with the types of people attracted by these gallery openings. Elites and nobles. “I am certain it will be of use to me as well.”

He gave a slight nod. “Of course, I shall remain discrete about this. Outside of a certain few, I doubt many will question me about any time of stay on Coruscant, given we are now to remain stationed here for three months,” at which Thrawn raised an eyebrow. Remaining there all because of Tarkin.

Although he was certain that if he gave this reason to Eli, the officer would easily see through the lie of politics. Which is why he would be the only one to know the truth. “Is there anything else you wish to tell me? I did just get promoted to Grand Admiral. I have much work to do.” He finished with a slight smile, a slight joke for the man who played a large role in his promotion.

~~

Cora smile and nodded. “Of course I’m sure. I know they’re not getting much use from me.” The more recent parties she attended that called for fancier gowns, she always wore her military formals, as they were promotion parties and not civilian parties.

She could imagine her mother clutching her necklace in horror at their lack of use. But she was the one who insisted Cora packed a few to take with her.

And now Faro seemed more relaxed about staying on Coruscant. A soft laugh sounded from Cora. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind soon enough, when we don’t have parties or gallery openings to look forward to.”

But before then, Cora had a major task that loomed over her head. “We can talk more about this later. For now, I want to go back to the lab and work on my program. And you,” she poked at Eli, “are coming to help me, because I recall you mentioning you had nothing else to do today.”

~~

If you have a better idea. If Hala decided to stick around. She knew she would at least remain on Coruscant until the gallery opening, but after then? She didn’t know what the future held for her.

Maybe of the opening went well, and there was no present danger towards herself, or Ae’lia, she will stick around.

Hala understood Ae’lia’s motives. They were both lonely, even if the actress was surrounded by people. But immediately they shared a connection that they hadn’t felt in years. Someone like them. She softly smiled at Ae’lia, and stepped forward to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I understand completely. To not know if there was someone else out there, and now to know I’m not truly alone? This is a feeling I haven’t felt in so long.” She lightly squeezed her hand on Ae’lia’s shoulder. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and Hala didn’t care if they started to fall.

“I have nothing planned until Saturday, so I can stay here as long as you want.” And Hala wanted to stay with Ae’lia and talk more, as long as her schedule would permit. “So were you always into acting, even back at the Academy?” A light conversation starter, a chance for the two to open up more to one another.

 

[Lucyfer]

Thrawn did not need to mention at least one name. Though Thrawn did not indicate whether or not he would tell others the truth, the Governor would not be surprised if Commander Vanto became aware. He also wouldn’t be terribly surprised if he was left in the dark. Tarkin heard much of how Thrawn handled his affairs from Yularen, among others.

Generally speaking, he approved – although, Tarkin would not be opposed to seeing punishment doled out if Thrawn failed, and it would start with an inability to be indiscreet, if it came to his attention that Eli Vanto was informed.

If he didn’t err? There’d be no reason to bother.

Thrawn wasn’t an unthinking clone, nor some officer who never deserved to be raised about lieutenant. He had to have his freedom to think, and accept the risks that came with that. The responsibility, for his failures, and his success.

It was with that thought that a sly smirk touched his lips at the small joke, “No, Grand Admiral, I do not believe I need to tell you what I’ll have to tell at least forty six more people before the day is done,” an oddly specific number. Tarkin could have elaborated with examples of ‘who’ – Governor Pryce in particular was becoming a thorn in his side with all the issues on Lothal that she couldn’t seem to solve on her own. She had been a useful pawn, but her use was wearing thin.

“Go on to your business, Grand Admiral.”

~***~

“If we don’t have galleries and parties to look forward to. This is Coruscant. Maybe I should take advantage of it.”

“Do you make enough to live that kind of life?” Eli teased, but they were both distracted by Cora’s intent to leave them behind. Or rather, leave Faro behind, while Eli was dragged into the issue. “Oh, er, right – sure.” He would try, certainly, and he nodded.

If nothing else it would have him closer to explain things to Thrawn – even if that meant right as Thrawn left the room, if Eli were kicked out so he could examine things without Eli being there and annoying him. “We’ll see you later, Faro. Oh hey – actually – for dinner, why don’t you bring a game?”

Faro seemed an easy connection to help Cora know more of the crew, and they’d spoken of games, so it seemed a good idea to invite her to their dinner, with a game. They could talk about the project, about the gallery, and much else besides.

“Sure. Any suggestions?” Faro asked.

“Nah, surprise me,” Eli said.

~***~

Ae’lia let her gaze drop to the hand, before returning to Hala. She smiled easier, seeing the pricks of tears. There’d never been any doubt that Hala was at least good, but now, there was little doubt about anything else, as well. “I do have plans, but they do not take up my entire days,” there remained the need to resume acting, and handle Darius.

Handle that whole mess.

As well as Friday and Kashyyyk. That would take the entire day, “Except Friday,” she had to mention, “I am going on something of a morale mission for the Empire to Kashyyyk,” a roll of her eyes, as she shifted aside, out of Hala’s touch.

Hala need not know the truth of that. It was better, for now. “It…was never my intention to be one, but I must confess, it’s been there,” she gave a small, embarrassed smile, “I used to imitate the Jedi Masters as a youngling. Master Yoda said I was very good at it, when he caught me giving a false-lesson in his voice and his mannerisms, to the rest of Thranta, when he was running late one day. Master Dooku did not find it so amusing."

She hadn’t been the joker of the group, but she had made a habit, even young, of trying to think like others. Of playing games to understand them, even such silly things as that. “Music was more my practice. It helped me to meditate and calm my thoughts and my mind, but…I did like pretending to be anyone else, too.”

Perhaps it was also why she fell off. She could imagine another life, another way. “Don’t tell me you were organizing side bets on lightsaber duels back then, were you?” A tease on how they’d met. She doubted Hala had been a gambler then, but perhaps some trait, or some mannerism, contributed all the same.

 

[cleopat]

Thrawn cocked his head. The specific number had been an interesting choice of words, but he didn’t doubt the veracity of his words. Governor Tarkin also served as a Grand Moff, and as a result, he dealt with many affairs across the galaxy.

It was no wonder the man seemed to be constantly done with everyone.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Governor.” With the final courtesy, Thrawn turned the communication off. Next, he intended to compose a quick message to Officer Suvan about her project presentation, but upon glancing at his inbox, he opted to give her a few extra minutes in order to answer a few messages.

Nothing too important, but he didn’t want to slack as a new Grand Admiral.

~~

Cora did entertain the thought to invite Faro along as well, but she decided that she wanted as few people along as possible. Plus, she wanted more time with Eli, for no other reason than a friendly face helping her out.

Although she was discovering that Faro was just as easily to get along with as Eli was. “I’m sure you will have plenty to look forward to on Coruscant,” she assured, brushing off what Eli commented. If Faro did ended up needing a bit of help, Cora would be more than happy to throw in her support for a new friend.

“A game?” Cora had already stood up and faced the exit, but she turned around at the request. Her and Eli had both expressed interest in games – maybe he wanted to finally gauge her skill?

She would begin to move away from the table (her food discarded long ago), expecting, hoping, Eli followed right beside her.

~~

Ae’lia had a morale mission on Friday, to Kashyyyk, that she did not expand on. Hala wanted to inquire further about it, but if she had wanted to mention anything more about it, she would have done so. Or opened the topic to questioning.

Instead, Ae’lia shifted from Hala’s touch and moved to Hala’s question.

Hala smiled and subsequently chuckled at Ae’lia’s story. The smile flittered when Master Dooku’s name was mentioned, but it came back with her accusing question for Hala. She suspected her answer would surprise the woman.

“You certainly must have been a handful for them, weren’t you?” A light chuckle. “But no, I wasn’t into the gambling life back then, if you can believe it. I either spent my free time honing my skills, such as combat or piloting, or if I wanted something more relaxing, I did a lot of reading.”

Hala took one last sip of her tea. Now empty, the cup floated back to the tea setup that greeted her when she had first stepped into the room. “Gambling was a skill I picked up as part of my survival.”

 

[Lucyfer]

Eli knew that Faro would indeed have plenty of fun, if she wanted it. Most of her job was done when they were actually flying, though perhaps Thrawn would find ways to build on her skills while they were, more or less, docked. There was certainly more that she could do. More potential to her. Even Eli saw it.

He didn’t know if Thrawn was rubbing off on him in that way, but it wouldn’t be bad if he could start picking out these things.

He did follow Cora with a quick wave to Faro, and then a nod to Cora’s question, “Why not?” He said, shrugging, “It’ll make dinner more entertaining, anyways.” He figured there was nothing wrong with a light gam before they all headed their separate ways for the evening. They’d talked plenty over lunch while waiting for Thrawn to show up, and through the day.

“What do you think you need my help with?” He asked, once they were out of the cafeteria.

~***~

‘Thrillseeker.’

Perhaps Hala did not see it, but Ae’lia did. It was not something she would point out, but it made sense with the route she picked to stay alive. Though Jedi were peacekeepers, they were trained to fight, and within the war, that had meant piloting. Hala clearly had enjoyed these aspects, and it must have transferred over.

Thrills could be gained in gambling, even if cheating was only too easy for a Jedi. “Yes, I’ve found it is rather easy to make some quick credits that way,” she agreed. “It’s not my preference, but needs arise,” and when they did, the Eira persona easily blended into that sort of luxe.

There was the temptation, still, to ask more about Hala’s survival.

About her life in the moment, and yet…Ae’lia decided not to. Some things could wait, and it’d been only too long since she could talk to someone who understood some of the references. “I’ve always had a question about you knights,” she said, “The whole…robe-dropping thing,” she held back a smile. “Why?”

 

[cleopat]

Cora nonchalantly shrugged. “No reason, just more intrigued than anything. It sounds like it’ll be a fun evening.” Then her thoughts wondered to whether or not they would invite anyone else to join the game. Or Thrawn? Did the Grand Admiral enjoy games? She envisioned him playing Holochess, but not much else.

At his question over her need for him, her nerves started once more. “You’ve already seen my project, I was hoping you could help me with anything that could be edited in a few minutes for a brief presentation.” Her hands rubbed together as they walked down the corridor.

“Besides, you know the Grand Admiral quite well. I was hoping you could help me in what he may be looking for, and what may make him hate everything about my project.” And I want a friendly face there for me for moral support.

Of course she couldn’t say that. He may think her weak for it. He may scoff at the idea. Although Cora wanted to believe that Eli wasn’t capable of any of that, she still held on to that slight fear.

~~

Hala would only nod to Ae’lia’s agreement that gambling is useful when the need arises. For Hala, it quickly became a favorite hobby of hers, and she certainly gambled more than was needed. Over the years, through her natural and gifted skills, she had acquired more credits than was necessary to simply survive. But not once did she feel any guilt for using the Force to cheat, for many of those she stole from were criminals.

Ae’lia changed the topic into a question that had Hala guffawing. Oh yes, she recalled many of the knights discarding their robes in a certain...manner. Their padawans were well aware of it.

“It just sort of happened without us realizing it,” she started. One hand reached up to wipe away a tear of laughter. “My theory is that when we’re about to engage in battle, it’s just the easiest and quickest way to remove our robes.” She shrugged. “My Master certainly didn’t realize he was doing it. He would not be the sort of purposeful dramatics, but I do recall the robe-dropping thing with him.”

Hala paused for a moment, and a soft smile crossed her face at the brief reminiscent of her Master. “Maybe it was an unspoken requirement in order to be granted the title.”

 

[Lucyfer]

Eli wasn’t terribly familiar with the programs that Cora was using – he wasn’t certain what could be changed quickly, and what couldn’t, in regards to that. His systems were spreadsheets more often than not, rather than maps. She was trying to make a map akin to a spreadsheet, for information on planets that could be brought up quickly, but he doubted it was as quick to edit as a spreadsheet.

“So, I don’t know the program you’re using – I don’t know how quick edits will be, but I don’t think you should worry about that. He knows it’s a work in progress,” Eli reminded.

What could he say to make her realize that Thrawn wasn’t going to hate it? Probably nothing. “Look, he saw potential in me because I’m good at reading shipping manifests,” he said, “That’s not much to look at,” he had other talents, of course, but it had boiled down to numbers, and what he could do with numbers. What patterns he could see, and how he could see them.

He saw the raw potential in it.

“You have to present it honestly. Tell him what it is, show him how it works. I don’t know all the things you have programmed in it, but maybe start with showing everything? Then narrow it down to like…planets with clean water, or planets with doonium. If you show him how it works, he’ll see how it can be useful, and how it can be used to be predictive. Like, we know a lot of ice planets have kyber, right?”

Mygeeto and Ilum came to mind.

“So if you bring up ice planets, and then start narrowing down other features on them, it may be possible to predict if a planet not fully explored would have kyber or not – if it’s worth investigating. Things like that.” Patterns were important to Thrawn.

~***~

Hala’s laughter confirmed quite a bit about her suspicions regarding the Knights and their flair, but Ae’lia maintained a straight face as Hala laughed, and offered what she could for an answer. She didn’t much have one, so much as it was something they all just seemed to learn through observation, and that every knight did, in fact, do it.

“Perhaps that’s why I was never going to be a knight,” Ae’lia gave an exaggeratedly disappointed sigh, “I saw Master Vook do that so often but I never could do it quite that way,” and Master Vook liked to fight, so it happened often. Too often.

But even the more serious ones did it. She knew Mace Windu was among those, and he was far too serious to have too much flair for the dramatics, but Dooku? No, Dooku had never been that way, not in her memory, and he did have a dramatic flair. “Who was your master?” She asked, wondering what serious individual had been stuck with the thrillseeker.

Wondering if she had known them much at all.

 

[cleopat]

Cora silently nodded along to every suggestion Eli threw out at her. She knew he was right. The Grand Admiral was intelligent enough to know that her work was still in progress, and obviously he saw something from the little details Eli gave about it to want to see it for himself.

That did mean something, right?

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” She paused when they had reached the laboratory and entered the code in the keypad. The blaster doors slid open, and Cora continued forward, before pausing in the doorway.

She did drag Eli along with her, who had been happily talking to Faro. And now, after he offered all the advice he could, she felt some guilt in forcing him along. “You don’t have to stay, if you want. I’m sure there’s something else you would rather be doing right now.”

~~

Hala chuckled and shrugged. “And yet you now make a living off of the dramatics.” But, in some odd way, maybe it had been a natural instinct for the knights. Combat was a sort of a dance for them, and the disrobing almost served as their beginning steps in the dance.

Or maybe Hala was just romanticizing it too much.

“It was Master Parsa,” she responded as her previous mirth washed away with old memories. “In the beginning, I exasperated him way too much, as he didn’t know how to deal with this ball of energy who always wanted to do something heart-pumping.” A light smile came back, but soon faded as more memories popped up.

“If the Jedi were allowed attachments, I would say he became a father figure to me, since, of course I never knew my own.” Taken to the Jedi Temple as a baby like many other Jedis before her, those she trained with became her only family. “I’d say he honestly deserved a nice, long vacation on some beach somewhere for dealing with me.”

Then she recalled the moment Order 66 was initiated, and the moment Master Parsa was killed. It had been near instantaneous. Hala experienced and witnessed grief during the Clone Wars, but when she felt her Master died, it had been pain she never experienced before. And never wanted to again.

 

[Lucyfer]

Cora was evidently distracted by her worry now, by her haste. Eli wasn’t certain if anything he’d said had truly reached her, but he still had faith in her. And in Thrawn. As the doors opened, he stepped in easily enough, and frowned as Cora seemed to want to send him off now.

He shook his head, “No, I can stay,” he said, “If Thrawn wants me gone, he’ll send me out,” as he’d told Cora before. Thrawn wouldn’t be shy about who’s audience he kept around. “And as you said, I have nothing better to do, right?”

He shrugged, “You can run through presenting it to me again? Pretend I’m Thrawn?”

The thought made him laugh. “I mean. I know I’m not blue enough. Or tall enough. But it might still help,” he also couldn’t quite be as intimidating as Thrawn. Thrawn had seemed intimidating at their first meeting, but after that, not so much. He had been too openly curious to be intimidating.

It wasn’t until later that Eli was reminded of how all the legends of the Chiss might be true, and how intimidating Thrawn actually was. He never wanted to be on Thrawn’s bad side.

~***~

Master Parsa was not one that Ae’lia had known well, but she certainly heard of him. Comparatively to Master Vook, of course, the pair were quite different in their approaches. She thought she’d met Parsa a time or two, but they had not ended up paired together on any missions after she became a full fledged counsellor.

It was wonderful to see Hala reflect on it, though, even if it had its inevitable end.

The inevitable reminder that Master Parsa was not there, any longer.

‘It’s not worth it to know your parents.’ Ae’lia didn’t say that. Her knowledge saved her. She took her birth name to cover her identity. She took that life she never had, to cover it all, and they were aware. Complacent.

Ae’lia reached out and clasped a hand over Hala’s upper arm as she felt that wave of sorrow. She knew where the thoughts had gone without even needing to read her mind. “He’s with you still. He’s with the Force.” One with the Force, that was ever with them. Sometimes, though Ae’lia couldn’t prove it, she thought she could still feel traces of those she had known.

Never Vook, but others.

“Were you with him?” She had meant to avoid the harsher topics, but, well…if she needed to talk about it, Ae’lia could be there for it. “When it happened?”