Wanderer Lost, Wanderer Found
Equipment : One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Libeta (under eyepatch), One(1) encrypted comlink transmitter
Tag(s): Taozi Fuyuan | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Caedyn Arenais | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Adelle Bastiel | Song | Aloy Vizsla | Kahlil Noble | Subject 73 Red (optional) | LE-03 (Leigh)
"You don't--"
Na'an put a hand over her mouth before she could speak too quickly or too loud. This wouldn't be the first time she had spoken too soon on knowledge she couldn't explain; her training wasn't complete, her discernment imperfect, and more than once she'd acted on a Force-given impulse only for the people around her to react first in bafflement. She leaned in close to Daws, taking in all the little tics of his response.
But no. This reaction, it wasn't just bafflement. The tightness of his lips, the tone of his voice, even his presence, they all spoke of...worry. A creeping, uncertain fear, the reaction someone would have if they'd felt the icy touch of strange fingers on the back of their neck, only to turn and find no one.
"You really don't," She whispered. Down below, the conversation had started in earnest, sparked by some careless question from the little Padawan. Her eye blinked past the hard set of Rebel faces, the harsh tone of their response. If she was right--and she was certain that she was--interrupting the meeting with this revelation could lead to chaos.
Na'an would, for once, have to show a little tact.
"We're going to handle this very...quietly," she said, careful to keep her voice low. She reached for Daws' hand, squeezing it once between her fingers. "So as to not cause trouble. But when this is over, you're not going to leave alone. You're coming with me, and with Leigh, to where we're going. We're going to have a proper talk, and then I'm going to help you.
Don't react. Keep it off your face for now. I don't know if anyone else here ever met the Empress intimately enough to smell her on you, and I don't want them to panic."
Tag(s): Taozi Fuyuan | Kalic Daws | Darlyn Excron | Caedyn Arenais | Loreena Arenais-Valhoun | Adelle Bastiel | Song | Aloy Vizsla | Kahlil Noble | Subject 73 Red (optional) | LE-03 (Leigh)
"I... I don't know what you're talking about. I couldn't hurt them... right?" There was an odd hint of fear on him now, but not like a fear of being found out. It was more like he was scared of... something. "Why...? Why are you asking.?"
"You don't--"
Na'an put a hand over her mouth before she could speak too quickly or too loud. This wouldn't be the first time she had spoken too soon on knowledge she couldn't explain; her training wasn't complete, her discernment imperfect, and more than once she'd acted on a Force-given impulse only for the people around her to react first in bafflement. She leaned in close to Daws, taking in all the little tics of his response.
But no. This reaction, it wasn't just bafflement. The tightness of his lips, the tone of his voice, even his presence, they all spoke of...worry. A creeping, uncertain fear, the reaction someone would have if they'd felt the icy touch of strange fingers on the back of their neck, only to turn and find no one.
"You really don't," She whispered. Down below, the conversation had started in earnest, sparked by some careless question from the little Padawan. Her eye blinked past the hard set of Rebel faces, the harsh tone of their response. If she was right--and she was certain that she was--interrupting the meeting with this revelation could lead to chaos.
Na'an would, for once, have to show a little tact.
"We're going to handle this very...quietly," she said, careful to keep her voice low. She reached for Daws' hand, squeezing it once between her fingers. "So as to not cause trouble. But when this is over, you're not going to leave alone. You're coming with me, and with Leigh, to where we're going. We're going to have a proper talk, and then I'm going to help you.
Don't react. Keep it off your face for now. I don't know if anyone else here ever met the Empress intimately enough to smell her on you, and I don't want them to panic."