Violet Hermit
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After a proverbial mountain of paperwork, Nida had been given clearance to visit the temple on Coruscant. So why was she nervous?
It had been a long, long time since she'd visited the Jewel of the Galaxy; before she'd fallen victim to her father's mind control and defected to the Sith. The last time she'd been in the beating heart of Alliance territory, Nida had murdered Senator Far Zhas. It didn't matter if she'd drawn a blade across the slaver's throat in defense, as her comrades would attest to, but a murder was a murder. A stain she would not, could not wash away.
Years had crept by. Thirdas and Kyra had wrenched Nida from Carnifex's grasp, and she stood trial for both her desertion to the Sith and the murder she'd committed, almost ironically, as a Jedi. Looking back, perhaps that was a tendril of darkness burrowing into her mind that had been there since birth. Perhaps she had simply been a novice monk, and for lack of a better word, human and scared.
After her trail, Nida passed through a series of deprogramming sessions. Once it was determined that she was no longer an immediate threat, she served out her sentence in Sunspot prison. Her release was highly conditional and she'd been under strict watch, until gradually being allowed to move about of her own accord. Backwater planets became her home, and she'd drifted from one slum to the next as a traveling doctor. Soul-searching on remote worlds could only take her so far, and she'd ended up with the contact information of one Valery Noble .
"She does things like this all the time. She's good."
Surprisingly, the connection came from Yula. What her sister had been up to all this time, Nida did not know. Apparently she'd housed the Jedi Master during a delicate period.
Staring up at the newly constructed temple, Nida felt her anxiety surge before tamping it down again. Her breath steadied. What if someone recognized her? Someone who thought ill of her, or wanted her dead? No small few were dissatisfied with the outcome of her trial, preferring a harsher punishment for her crimes.
There were a lot of reasons to be nervous.
After a proverbial mountain of paperwork, Nida had been given clearance to visit the temple on Coruscant. So why was she nervous?
It had been a long, long time since she'd visited the Jewel of the Galaxy; before she'd fallen victim to her father's mind control and defected to the Sith. The last time she'd been in the beating heart of Alliance territory, Nida had murdered Senator Far Zhas. It didn't matter if she'd drawn a blade across the slaver's throat in defense, as her comrades would attest to, but a murder was a murder. A stain she would not, could not wash away.
Years had crept by. Thirdas and Kyra had wrenched Nida from Carnifex's grasp, and she stood trial for both her desertion to the Sith and the murder she'd committed, almost ironically, as a Jedi. Looking back, perhaps that was a tendril of darkness burrowing into her mind that had been there since birth. Perhaps she had simply been a novice monk, and for lack of a better word, human and scared.
After her trail, Nida passed through a series of deprogramming sessions. Once it was determined that she was no longer an immediate threat, she served out her sentence in Sunspot prison. Her release was highly conditional and she'd been under strict watch, until gradually being allowed to move about of her own accord. Backwater planets became her home, and she'd drifted from one slum to the next as a traveling doctor. Soul-searching on remote worlds could only take her so far, and she'd ended up with the contact information of one Valery Noble .
"She does things like this all the time. She's good."
Surprisingly, the connection came from Yula. What her sister had been up to all this time, Nida did not know. Apparently she'd housed the Jedi Master during a delicate period.
Staring up at the newly constructed temple, Nida felt her anxiety surge before tamping it down again. Her breath steadied. What if someone recognized her? Someone who thought ill of her, or wanted her dead? No small few were dissatisfied with the outcome of her trial, preferring a harsher punishment for her crimes.
There were a lot of reasons to be nervous.
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