S H A D O W
Allyson listened to the conversations that were happening. It was as much as she assumed it would be. Everyone has an opinion, sharing it and then getting rebuttal or support. She caught Zaavik’s wave and half-smile; it seemed he was saved by someone else and preferred their company. Understandable, the Corellian didn’t bode much positivity from the other Jedi in the room. In a sense, she applauded the boy’s choice - he belonged among those like him.
Arms remained crossed as she listened to the Sword of the Jedi’s speech. It was probably the first time she had seen him since Borosk; even then, the events that occurred were hazy. All she knew was that he was there, and things didn’t end as well as she had hoped. Her attempts at memory lane were muddled as Zaavik decided to speak. She winced a little when the boy didn’t claim her as his Master - smart move on his part. If anyone harbored ill feelings towards her, he could have been on the receiving end of it. The spy did her best to bury those feelings and keep them from being gleaned from one of the nosier empaths in the room.
She listened and nodded along, hearing what she expected to attend. A message of good hope and faith, a statement condemning those that fought alongside the Sith, and finally no mention of the Bryn, but a note to take up arms with the Imperials. Brothers, he actually used that term after the Cold War. Allyson shook her head as she raised her eyebrows in disbelief. The Alliance was more in the pocket of the Imperial Order than she had wanted to believe. Even after the ruthless betrayal of the Sith brothers that had followed them from the Empire - in hopes of a new life or something like that. Ryv wanted to lead them into the slaughter pen with those traitors. Shaking her head, she decided it was time to leave, but something stopped her.
Instead of heading toward the door, the Corellian put her hands into her leather jacket pockets and stepped forward through the small pack in the back row. This wasn’t how she wanted to have her first run-in with the Kiffar Jedi, but it was going to have to do. She cleared her throat and looked at him. “Ryv.” She spoke; his name felt like cotton in her mouth as she shrugged her shoulders and continued. “I understand how much you’ve cared and fought with the Imperials through the war against the Sith Empire. You’re even pretty close with Iveric Tavlar, aren’t you?” Her intel was sound along with the conversations they had before this; it didn’t take a genius to know that Ryv Karis was closer to the Imperials than the SIA wanted to see their Sword of the Jedi be. She didn’t give him a chance to answer, but she continued, “Can you promise us that the Imperials won’t turn on us like they did the Sith that they tempted away with them when they left the Empire?”
The Corellian paused and glanced around the room to see the faces she had missed when she first entered. Most of them had fought on Bastion, on all the other planets as the Imperials brought the war to the Sith’s doorstep. She was there too; she had infiltrated, threw away everything important to her to attempt to destroy the Sith upper cloister from the inside. Allyson came home to nothing, she was brought home in chains, and almost every person in this room was ready to execute her, from her understanding. The Jedi were bloodthirsty; did that make them any better than the Sith or the Imperials?
“Sometimes, the sweetest words are the most poisonous.” A soft sigh, the words sunk deeper into her heart than she had wanted them to. The stories they had shared with each other, words that Tavlar could have said to the Kiffar boy, and comments that she had heard while losing herself undercover. Everyone had an ulterior motive, and that’s what scared her.
What were Tavlar and the Imperials’ motives for allying with the Jedi and the Alliance?
“We both know all too well the effects of sweet but poisonous words, don’t we, Ryv? So can you promise that the Imperials won’t slaughter us like dogs when they’re done using us for their war? That the streets of whatever planet they want won’t be littered with our corpses. Are you prepared to promise us this? If you are - then I’m with you, till the end of all of this or I die trying.”
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Bernard
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Zaavik Perl
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Coren Starchaser
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Hal Vaiken
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Chaaj Priest
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Mesh Zetnu
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Dair Cotarin <inactive>
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Ripley Kühn
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Auteme
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Takui
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Sapphire Cerulean
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