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[Lexielai]

Lexstra Auria “Pleasant doing business with you, Giradda.”


Lexstra bowed. The negotiations had gone well, a lot better than she had expected. Giradda was a formidable opponent and significantly more cunning than his appearance suggested. But, he was the type of slime she’d gotten used to, and they all cared about the same thing. Money.


It wasn’t hard to convince the Hutt once she knew what he wanted. Lexstra didn’t lie, and she made sure to tell him about all the benefits that he wanted to hear. The vulnerabilities in his side of the deal she left unmentioned, in between the lines. She doubted he would see anything other than exactly what he wanted.


The Republic would be granted access to guarded hyperspace routes through Hutt territory, in exchange for some minor payments and services--they really sounded better on paper than in reality. Lexstra didn’t particularly care about this agreement in the first place, but it was in the best interest of the Republic to have it negotiated. In that light, she had to get the best deal she could.


On the flip side, she liked showing Shaen that she didn’t need fancy magic to get the job done. Jedi tended to be too rigid in everything they did. It was silly, and reminded her of a few of the strict traditions in other aristocracies. Not Kuat, of course.


As Lexstra drowned out the final pleasantries and reverted into autopilot while finally leaving this disgusting slimepit, she pondered the most recent development.


An injured Jedi had been unexpectedly admitted to a medical facility in Giradda’s territory. That was if the witness who had earlier interrupted their meeting was correct, anyways. Lexstra wasn’t sure what to make of it, and Giradda had immediately tried to use it as leverage on her. Her cold warnings minimized the impact on the deal, but the problem remained: he was badly injured and Giradda would undoubtedly charge the Republic with an outrageous interest for services rendered.


“Take me to Medical Facility A603, please.” Lexstra smiled to the Twi’lek who greeted her at the door.


Luckily, she managed to weasel in the Jedi’s treatment as part of the Republic’s agreement for a reasonable price, and personally paid for it herself. Now she was going to visit the fellow whose life she’d saved, and get some answers.


First would be, who the firefek did this guy think he was? Inconveniencing her, and threatening to throw these delicate negotiations overboard?


On second thought, she’d throttle that bantha herder first and ask him after.

 

[Tamassran]

Gray



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Gray sighed to herself, idly rubbing her left ear as was her habit. She had been trying to locate the pupil of a student of hers who had brought her much personal shame and embarrassment and was finding great difficulty with the task as of late. Tattooine was all she knew for certain, but there were so many presences coming from the planet that she had to sit in meditation for many hours before she could even narrow down her search. This was the thirtieth hour of meditation and she was starting to get annoyed by how long it was taking. She knew the pupil was on the desolate excuse of a planet but there seemed to be an unusually high concentration of other 'songs' coming from the planet. She could through her meditation hear the force presence of others in her mind whereas most force users simply felt the presence of others. This was only possible for her through meditation, but it allowed her to use her senses to pinpoint more accurately whatever, or whoever, she was searching for. However lately the student's song was dull, muted, and this confounded her until she had an epiphany. Yes, of course! Why hadn't she thought of this earlier? He is unconscious or in a state of regeneration! Finding it very unlikely that he would suddenly decide to mask himself she was able to narrow down her options, directing her senses towards the largest settlements on the planet until she was able to hear the song more clearly. His music flared in her mind as she centered on Mos Eisley. But she could hear many more songs in the back of her mind, there were many force sensitives there and she would need to be careful. She released her breath and allowed her senses to return to normal, as normal as they cold be at least.





Gray made a decision then and there to be more cautious than usual, opting to wear a simple gray robe with her mask rather than her normal attire, which would give many reason to believe she was a Jedi, the songs from the planet were loud, and they were from both 'light' and 'dark'. The passionate, emotional thumping that emanated from most Sith, and the mannered, unwavering undercurrent that the Jedi gave off. In this attire none would recognize her as anything other than a strange person with a strange mask, even her saber was underneath the robe. After her preparations were complete and her presence was entirely masked she directed her ship to the spaceport. Intent on finding the student of her own student, intent on righting what she thought were the wrongs of the past.


Stepping out of her ship's hatch she wasted no time in continuing her search. It was harder without meditation, without the songs to guide her. But the presences that she felt all around her were guide enough once she was within a suitable distance. It would take her a few hours to find the student alone, but she would eventually make contact. She continued about the streets, her efforts focused on both searching and continuing her own masking.

 

[RedTimbre]

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Lextra was admittedly better about holding her tongue between the invisible thumb and forefinger one adopted after the better half of a decade of negotiations. Inconvenient truths that lay forgotten on the edges of the conversation - the way the precipice of possibilities never really reached the bottom of a canyon forged in the wake of "what if's" - Shaen's own talents for negotiations seemed to lose themselves within her own shadow. A steady heart and easy breath relayed the way those simple truths were permissible: her's was a shadow that was much more pleasant to gaze upon compared to the grotesque, isomorphic mass that formed beneath any of the Hutts.


However, what was far from ok was the way a courier claimed that another Jedi was being held in a sick bay. A moment of frustration nearly saw Shaen's open palm rise to clasp his face. The Council had no business sending another to Mos Eisley without informing the Master - and this was especially so given the nature of their negotiations. He silently willed his brother, or sister, in arms to be well, and to recover quickly, but the potential for compromise was inexcusable.


And, once again: Lextra proved to be the correct choice to bring along to the day's event. She negotiated for his care and eventual release. A sigh of relief swelled within his lungs, but the breathy exhale never came to be.


"They're no Jedi," Master Shaen finally said, as they moved inside of the treatment facility. "At least... I have a hard time imagining the Council would be so reckless as to send another without telling us." They rounded a corner that finally brought them along the slender hall and single door that lead to the room they sought. That deep sigh finally left his lungs. If it was a man impersonating a Jedi, then he'd be forced apprehend him on the spot. His right shoulder ached at the thought. If it somehow was a Jedi, then questioning and deliberation would be in order. Either way - someone was going to have to answer for this dereliction in service.


Shaen pushed the door open with The Force as if to make it clear who it was he represented. The Jedi moved into the room, making sure to leave plenty of space behind him for The Senator to follow. His mind's eye flooded every corner and touched every face in attendance. The man in the tank was not a man he'd recognize from his time on Coruscant. However, that only helped to make matters worse: he could feel the raw potential that emanated from the injured patient; so much so that Jess's presence went wholly unnoticed. His right hand flexed before the very bottom half of a baritone's octave broke the silence.


"Everybody out."

 

[Tamassran]

The Cantina? No, why would he be passed out in the Cantina? Any one of the back alleys perhaps? Of course not, he'd be dead if he were lying in a back alley on Mos Eisley. The hunt was infuriating for Gray to say the least, but she was no Jedi nor Sith. She used this frustration to help her search without letting it cloud her judgement. The marketplaces were out, so too were the other starports. Where then? Where was this blasted child?! "Of course!" She thought to herself before swiveling in place and making her way for the city center.


Gray's search was narrowing with every second, and with every second she could feel the student's power more acutely. It wasn't long before she found herself at Mos Eisley's pitiful excuse for a hospital. Her brow furrowed underneath her mask as she felt the small ripple in the force caused by what she could only assume to be someone using a force pull or push, which she could not tell. Over her years she had learned to read the undercurrents of the force and feel the things most Jedi and Sith did not, and this allowed her to be even more certain of the student's location. Gray entered the building with haste and made her way through the corridors. When she found herself on a lift with time to spare she pondered what might have caused that push or pull, and she ended up deciding that the student had broken out of his bindings or his tank, depending on the severity of his injuries. This theory was corroborated by the intensifying of the force presence coming from the room he was in.


Unluckily for her, when she found herself at the entrance to the room there was a third possibility that she had not counted on, a second Jedi and what seemed to be some kind of member of Republican aristocracy. She had revealed herself through callousness and assumptions, and trying to hide now would only make her situation worse, she had to speak to that man before the Jedi got his hands on him, she would not let another potential Gray be brainwashed by the Order. Continuing to mask her presence and her feelings alike she spoke to the Jedi as she spoke to everyone, in a monotone that betrayed no emotions or motivations. "I need to speak with him when you are done here." She spoke before standing rigid, like a statue next to the doorway. Behind the mirrored mask that hid her face she saw through the aid of the force, and through this fore sight she could tell the feelings and general energy expenditure of anyone she looked at. She would know if the Jedi was ready to attack her.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin felt imminent presences coming forth into his room, when he looked over, his eyes grew wide, a Jedi, and a...A woman?


Soon enough he was trying to release himself from his restraints, he had healed enough to move around. He pulled the oxygen mask off his mouth, and moved himself up to the top of the Tank, grabbing onto the edges and pulled himself up and out of the clear Kolto, letting it drip off of him, by then the two men whom had accompanied him these fine few hours were seen out of the room. Turin shook his head to dry his hair off, letting bits of Kolto spray everywhere without much a care who it got on and why. Soon enough he directed his attention back at the Jedi and Senator. Giving a slow, curt nod at both of them.


"And what honor is bestowed upon me, meeting a Jedi in a lowly area like this? Whatever ruckus I caused for the Republic to take action and bring you here is something of interest to me I suppose. I exactly don't know if I caused any problems, if I did then I'm sorry"


Turin's eyes moved from the young lady to the Jedi in a motion of ease, it had been 300 years, since he had seen the likes of a Jedi Master for that...It took him back, he shook his head slowly. Moving those images out of his head.


But just then, another individual had made their arrival, oh he was gaining such visitors today! He felt like he was a star!


With his understanding, she was a Grey as well, quite unusual for another Grey to seek out the likes of him. He hasn't been aware of what that Order had been doing since he fell into his deep slumber.. He knew she was here for some reason..


"You all are very kind to be here, I thank you for the visits, no gifts or goodies though, but I got places to be, people to see..So if you all would be kind, I must get moving..The injuries I sustained have been healed to the point where I can hold my own now.He concluded his statement with a shrug, and jumped out of the Tank, shaking himself off to fling the bits of Kolto away and all over the place. Going to grab his stuff that was over at the table...He knew though, they weren't going to let him go so easily.. But he played it cool, for now. As he slipped his attire back on from earlier, battle torn but still worth wearing until he went to a tailor to repair it. Glad he didn't get his Jedi Apparel torn up though..


"I need to be careful with these guys, I don't know what these three want with me..But I, in my own judgement don't think its good.." He spoke to himself, looking over at them, and finally turning fully to face them. And their perhaps their questions..