First Reply Corporate Authority

[Alina Tremiru]

"The Dark Side doesn't have a will of it's own. It's a perversion of the Force brought by those who seek to rip it's will away. It is the lack of the Force's will that makes it dark. There are those who'd think as you do, sure. But I don't because that's just not how it works. Head to the Nether, find some of those living shadow folks in their Bazaar. They've info, and lots of it. They'll be able to get you answers on who ever is pulling on your strings."

Serina Calis

 

[Serina Calis]

Tag: Alina Tremiru

Serina tilted her head slightly, a faint, enigmatic smile gracing her lips. She regarded Alina with the kind of contemplative calm that suggested she was both absorbing and weighing the other woman's words.

"An interesting perspective," she said softly, her tone carefully neutral. "I'll keep it in mind, Alina—your interpretation of the Dark Side and the Force. It's always enlightening to hear such a grounded and pragmatic view, even if it doesn't entirely align with my own experiences."

Her gaze flickered, almost as if assessing Alina one last time. "The Nether and its shadowy denizens... I'll consider your advice. Information like that could indeed be invaluable." Serina's voice lingered on the word invaluable, her eyes betraying a hint of the ambitious drive that burned within her.

Then, without warning, her form began to flicker. The golden strands of her hair seemed to dissolve into motes of shimmering light, her figure fading like a memory caught in the wind. Her voice, steady and composed to the last, echoed as her projection began to vanish completely.

"You've given me much to think about, Alina. I suspect this isn't the last time our paths will cross. Until then… good luck and enjoy my gift, don't worry, no one will know if they are gone."

And with that, the Serina before Alina disappeared, her Force Projection dissipating into the ether, leaving nothing but an empty chair and the faint ripple of her lingering presence in the Force, as this happens however, two men stumble towards Alina, some lower ranked private security guards, surprisingly already drunk at such an odd hour.

Serina didn't know why she was told to do such a thing, but maybe, the Force has a will of its own.

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