Possibly a Tea Session

[Darth Veles]

As shameful as his capture was, it did have its positives; one last fight against the Republic aside, Avreet got to meet the Republic’s charming representatives and finally see the Jedi Grandmaster again. It’s been years since his big amber eyes last met with [member="Corvus Raaf"]’s violet orbs, and the amphibious Sith Lord only hoped the woman did not hold his one final assistance to the One Sith against him – a wish to symbolically fight against the Republic before offering his assistance to them. For this particular Sith, it was a matter of honour more than anything else. Sith never surrendered; getting defeated and captured was required, though Darth Veles would have preferred a dance with an actual Jedi and not a Dark Sided ally of the Republic. As such, despite the most positive results, he felt unsatisfied and ashamed. Repeating the stunt was not a viable option though, forcing the Sith to live in shame for now.

The Sith assassin’s pride suffered greatly, yet this also fuelled his lust to help the Republic defeat the common enemy of both Sith and Jedi – the vongformed Dark Jedi rabble threatening to destroy the whole galaxy. Avreet was more than willing to set the differences between the two ancient orders aside, but only time would reveal the exact nature of his assistance to the Republic and its Jedi protectors. While the Mon Cal Sith did not necessarily like the Jedi, he respected them, still seeing their dying order as rivals more than anything – their mutual extermination at the hands of the One ‘Sith’ further wiped away much of the bad blood between Sith and Jedi, now the Light Sided side of the coin had to distinguish true Sith from those pretenders. It would be a challenge; Avreet’s idea of Sith and the general view of them mixed with the whole supposed Black Rose’s betrayal of the One Sith resulted in a hopeless mess nearly impossible to understand.

Discussing the matter with both lady Raaf and lady Lasedri was necessary before deciding what to do next. Hopefully Darth Veles’ good relationship with Corvus and many Jedi councillors – or so he believed – proved to be enough to turn this into a tea session and not a typical interrogation. The cold, small cell Veles found himself in had a way of slowly crushing one’s spirit, alongside the silence that left the Sith with no other company than his own thoughts. It was unclear if the Sith Lord dressed in Republic prison garb and sitting on the bunk bed meditated or just contemplated his path.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

The Jedi's role in dealing with captured Sith was simple. If they were believed to have overcome some epiphany between the fight and incarceration, they would be called in to judge the honesty of the desire to turn to the Light-side.

It happened rarely. In truth it hadn't happened ever.

Typically remorse ridden Dark-siders tended to seek them out. To ask to be judged by the Council. The person she was about to meet was not in that category. Her visit was not requested, nor was it a formal affair.

She simply had history with the Sith Assassin. Or was that former? She didn't know. He'd once promised he'd left the employ of the One Sith. And she'd believed him. And maybe then he had? But he had surely returned.

The Republic may have a use for him. He may already have cut a deal with them. But for Corvus, this was a social visit. So she reached his cell and nodded for the guard to allow her access. She left her weapons at the door. It was standard procedure, even for the Grand Master.

She bowed as she entered. It might annoy him but it was habit as well as her way of showing respect. "Avreet," she said smiling. "Has Taeli been to visit yet?"

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[Darth Veles]

No tea – and yet the Mon Calamari Sith could not say he was disappointed when a certain Jedi Grandmaster entered the cell. His large head turned in the small woman’s direction and did not return the bow, as expected, not out of disrespect, as the Sith Lord felt the exact opposite to this violet-eyed woman, but for reasons stated during their previous meeting. The smile that curled the corners of his lips gave away what gestures did not and their eyes finally met again, purple locking with orange. It was a strange, almost intimate moment – one of the last Sith meeting the leader of another order on brink of extermination. Standing up, Avreet offered the bunk as a place for her to sit down.

“Lady Raaf!” he said with audible cheerfulness in his voice, returning the smile, “It is most pleasing to find you in good health – and looking so very beautiful, as always. How have you been?”

Of course he had to compliment her – this particular quirk did not stop even after Avreet and Grima got together and likely would never cease to exist for as long as the Sith assassin breathed. Those weren’t just empty words leaving his lips as of right now, Avreet really did find the dark-haired woman to be quite beautiful; and wouldn’t hesitate to gently remind Corvus he had absolutely no interest in her, as another had already claimed his heart long ago.

“Your lovely sister has yet to visit, Grandmaster,” the Sith continued carefully, “But that is alright. Give her my best regards, please. I understand that with the recent development concerning the vongformed Dark Jedi, the Jedi Order has very little time to spare. On the other hand, it makes me value the time you chose to spend with me so much more – and I thank you for that sacrifice, lady Raaf. I hope you – all Jedi – overcome these dark times.”

A nod of appreciation followed, almost magically shaking off the smile and replacing it with a more concerned look now plastered upon the Mon Cal’s face. He had wanted to ask this particular question for a long time, but unfortunately lacked the means of actually doing so.

“May I ask how councillor Alince is doing? While I know it’s been a long time since we met on Telti, the blow I had delivered worries me still.”

This cell rarely saw this kind of conversations, when the permanent mood of hopelessness and despair has been replaced by friendly chatter. Any other 'Sith' would have struck the Jedi Grandmaster down when she possessed no weapon, especially considering the undetectable concealed blade built within the assassin's very wrist; yet this particular Sith Lord had absolutely no intention of doing something like that.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

He was the only one to call her Lady Raaf. She knew he called her sister the same, but it still felt special to her. And endearing. Or as endearing as a Sith Assassin could be.

“I am well Avreet.” She gestured to his confined quarters. “I trust you are at least being treated with respect?”

She listened to his counsel. “Dark times seem the norm these days, and I’m sure we’ll endure. We’ve been in worse places before and come through it. But it is the galaxy that needs our thoughts right now, not the Jedi.”

Corvus smiled as he asked after Phylis. It was typical of him — and something she’d come to learn and respect in equal measures. “She is well. She has been dabbling in the frontier of Jedi arts of late and has taken a sabbatical to see what else she can learn. She even roped me in to craft a Jedi sword. One imbued with the Light-side. A process similar to Sith Alchemy I’m led to believe. My sister and Phyllis are better suited to such things. I am but a simple Jedi.”

Their conversation was free flowing and convivial. Were to not for the setting, they might have been two friends meeting after a long absence. Which in a sense they were. They’d saved each other’s lives once — and such a bond was hard to overlook. But she was a Jedi and he was a Sith. She had a duty to do that transcended any personal feelings.

“So, are you negotiating a deal with the Senate?”

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Knowing Master Phylis Alince was well certainly eased the burden on Veles’ heart – the petite woman belonged among the small group of Jedi the Sith Lord respected and viewed as worthy rivals. The parody of a duel that had taken place on Telti reflected that – neither opponent truly wanted to seriously injure each other, though the fight was strangely satisfying, as if two friends decided to spar and used fully powered lightsabers and harmful Force powers.

This made the amphibious Sith assassin wonder if battling against the Grandmaster herself would prove to be a similar experience – he never had the chance to give it a try given the large number of Dark Jedi who sought glory and prestige by slaying the violet-eyes woman every time she appeared in battle. And yet, despite the overwhelming number of enemies to challenge her, Corvus Raaf still lived; Veles sincerely hoped the same could not be said for her Dark Jedi opponents. Avreet was a gentle soul, but sentients who abused the Sith name and committed mass murder every day just because they could deserved no mercy. Unnecessary sacrifices, pointless cruelty, corruption - no reformation stood a chance of ever changing that mess into something remotely liveable. The Mon Cal would have never imagined to root for the Republic, but such was the case right now.

The Jedi Grandmaster’s mention of a Light Sided version of Sith alchemy piqued his interest. It made complete sense for Jedi to seek a Light Side equivalent to battle all the enchanted trinkets employed by the One Sith, if only to counter the items filled with the Dark Side. Avreet was fairly familiar with imbuing objects alchemically, obviously, but had little to no idea of how this freshly discovered Jedi version worked. Finding a Light Side substitute for blood had to be a challenging task – then again, Darth Arcanix’ involvement in it ensured success. A little spark of light with no chance to scare away the incoming waves of darkness, but better than nothing. In a way, the amphibious Sith hoped to do something similar, if the Prime Minister permitted. Given her reputation among the One Sith Dark Jedi, the hatred devoted to her very existence, Darth Veles knew he was in a good company.

“Yes. That is the purpose of my visit; to offer my services to the Republic,” he answered with a nod, “And yes; I am aware of the Prime Minister’s recent order and the high risk of being executed. I have accepted that. I also know the nature of my visit speaks against me, but it was necessary that way – a matter of honour. My refusal to join the Jedi Order won’t help the matter either, but I believe lady Lasedri is reasonable. Though… if you could told me something about the Prime Minister, it’d be greatly appreciated, lady Raaf. Do you believe she will see the difference between Sith and Dark Jedi?”

A valid question, Veles wouldn’t blame the Republic’s leader if she refused to acknowledge what separated the two. Even Jedi made that mistake, and the amphibious Sith still remember explaining it to Corvus upon their first meeting. If anything, Veles blamed the One Sith for completely ruining the name, but little could be done about that aside from offering a patient explanation to those who did not know he was the first Sith they had ever met. One particular Cathar Jedi Padawan came to mind, also seeing what distinguished a Sith from Dark Jedi only after a bit of education on the matter.

His smile had the Jedi Grandmaster know he, as a true Sith, found it rather humorous.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus was relaxed. Their conversations were often the verbal equivalent of a swan on water. On the surface calm and serene but underneath thoughts and emotions were at times frenetic. It was, to mix metaphors, almost like a dance at times. One where each probed and tested to see who would lead. But even Corvus’ penchant for being a counter-puncher, she invariably allowed the Mon-Cal the upper hand in these matters. For in truth it mattered little.

What mattered was that they kept on meeting. It mattered as they were both still alive to talk. Corvus was old-fashioned in many ways — and gave respect where it was due. And in the Sith assassin, it was.

“Offering your services?” There was the inflection of a question, but not one that demanded a response, it was more of a statement of surprise. “Refusing to join the Order won’t be such a handicap,” she offered. “If what you offer is sufficient to spare your life. The Prime Minister is entirely pragmatic. A useful quality in a politician, don’t you think?”

“So, to that point, she will care little for the differentiation, in my opinion. She will care about the loss of life. About the Invasion of Republic planets. About stopping it. And so far, we’d be in agreement. Where, I suspect, we differ, is that she would not think twice if the ends justified the means.”

“Does that help?”

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

A pragmatic leader; just the kind the Republic needed in these hard times to have any chance of survival. On the other hand, the Mon Calamari easily imagined some questionable decisions to clash with the Jedi Order’s code of conduct. There was no side Veles valued over the other – he respected both immensely. The Prime Minister for willing to do whatever it took, able to make hard decisions, the Jedi for adhering to their code no matter what, staying true to it even if it meant failure. The amphibious Sith Lord knew the two sides very well. Every true Sith knew the value of ruthless pragmatism, embodied by one Darth Zarrah, and every true Sith knew there had to be a firm uncrossable line, represented by the Togruta’s beloved Mon Cal apprentice.

“I figured the Republic could use one of the last two Sith in the galaxy,” the Mon Cal mused, “It’s the least Sith can do for you, to offer the best Sith assassin in the galaxy.”

He frowned, this time not amused by his own little joke.

“And the last one, too,” he added wryly.

An unfortunate truth, one breaking his heart. He had passed something onto his apprentice, Kendrix, but the girl was more of a thief than an assassin. An excellent infiltrator, too!

“The other half of the Sith Order did not come for obvious reasons,” he said, brightening up in both expression and voice, “If I die here, she will finish what I started and ensure the Sith will live on. I am sure you understand.”

Such a shame they did not have Corellian whiskey to share. Corvus was the first being in the galaxy to see the Mon Calamari Sith Lord drunk. The memory of that unlikely and strange meeting would remain with the Sith until his death – and perhaps after it, as well, evidenced by his demise during the nether crisis.

“I have to ask, lady Raaf, does the Order have enough new blood to survive? Lately I have seen many pseudo-Jedi Orders, none of which are actual Jedi, of course!”

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled. The Mon Cal was sometimes his own worst enemy. His disdain for anyone who did not interpret the Sith Code as he did was legendary. And for a while many of the Jedi Order fell out over their version too.

But if Corvus had learned anything from the Prime Minister, it was pragmatism. She’d made every effort of late to uphold the Code and b as flexible as she could at the same time. Every now and then it was a tightrope she walked, but she’d remained upright and on course so far.

Corvus nodded. There was an element of the Rule of Two about the Mon Cal, although his reverence for his Master was at odds with Bane’s philosophy.

“If they are sworn to do the greater good, who am I to judge anyone who calls him or herself a Sith? Judge not, lest you be judged. An old Corellian saying but one I like to remind myself of from time to time.”

“And numbers ebb and flow, but I suspect that — as a Force spread across the galaxy — there are enough Jedi to withstand the One Sith. We just need to keep together and put aside any differences. For divided we will most certainly fall.”

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Veles shook his large head, but the smile revealed it was a gesture of disbelief rather than disapproval of the Jedi Grandmaster’s words. She seemed quite relaxed despite the state of the galaxy – which he partially understood. In this moment, they could afford to relax, and there was no use over getting worried about the slow and painful death awaiting the Republic and its Jedi protectors. Still, the way the woman stayed positive proved to be inspiring, forcing the Mon Cal to look for positives too – and almost immediately he found the undeniable fact the One Sith drew the galaxy’s attention towards itself, which allowed a certain Sith trio to work in shadows, all eyes focused onto what many considered to house every single Sith in the galaxy.

“Your outlook is admirable, Grandmaster Raaf,” the amphibious assassin commented gently, offering the violet-eyed Jedi a nod, “Though given the large number of these self-proclaimed ‘Jedi’ and their less than active way of battling the One Sith, I dare to say you’re already fairly divided. Hopefully you are right and the Jedi will manage to withstand the One Sith – with their principles intact.”

A brief pause followed, the Sith’s orange orbs scanned the room, touching everything with his burning gaze before he turned his attention back to the woman sporting typical Jedi apparel, letting her blend in with the masses wearing similar clothing.

“I wonder, lady Raaf,” the amphibious man mused with a roguish smirk that starkly contrasted to his almost worried tone, index finger tapping on his lips, “Have you captured any other Sith lately?”

He believed to hold the correct answer to the question, he just needed Corvus to verify it.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled. “The dragon is certainly powerful and nor easily defeated, but it is firmly pointed in one direction just now. It’s jaws are snapping at the Republic’s underbelly as we speak.”

“But whilst it looks to finish us off, another is coming up hard on its tail. Even a dragon can only fight in one direction at once. So…if it fails to finish its current meal before the newcomer nips at its heels, what is the dragon to do? Turn and defend its flank, and allow the Republic to grow and prosper? Ignore the attack from behind until it is too late? Try to turn in circles to fight both foes?”

“Sometimes it is darkest before the dawn. And brightest before the dusk. If there is one thing history has taught us, it is this. These things happen in cycles. Time will be the saviour of the galaxy. For a while. Then a new menace will spring forth.”

Then she considered his question. “A few that I know of. Some were determined not to be saved and will face the justice of the courts. At least one has turned to the Light. But I suspect your question was not arbitrary. There is a purpose, yes?”

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

She was right, of course. Another power striking at the One Sith from behind and forcing them to divide their resources would inevitably ease the Republic’s burden. How much and for how long though? Even if, theoretically, the One Sith lost the war – what then? Another dictatorship would take its place. Just as the Jedi Grandmaster said – and Veles knew he would not enjoy the short peace, no matter which side emerged victorious. Naturally, he had considered the option of ‘redeeming’ himself, accepting the Jedi Code, even if only on the outside; whether it was pride or stubbornness that prevented him from infiltrating the Jedi by walking that road, he didn’t know.

“Indeed,” the Sith nodded, tone relaxed and calm as if he stood in a familiar Sith Temple and not a Republic cell, suddenly feeling much better about his chances, “The fewer Sith you capture, the more value the prisoners have. Sith who cooperate have even greater value – I am valuable to the Republic. If the Prime Minister is as pragmatic as you say, she will see that my death would serve nothing.”

Something sparkled within his eyes, a certain memory leading to another.

“Do you remember how you and your sister bought a bottle of Corellian whiskey for me?” he inquired, prompting the Jedi Grandmaster to search for a memory distant many years in the past, “I still have the bottle. It is mostly empty now – thanks to myself and my beloved old mentor. No matter what numerous Jedi say about Sith, love can be found anywhere.”

This gave [member="Corvus Raaf"] the answer whether Darth Zarrah liked Veles' present or not. An ancient matter long since forgotten, yet the sudden closure brought it back to life, only to shelf it once and for all.

While not worried about himself, having accepted the consequences the moment he awoke in the Republic’s custody, Avreet wanted to continue living for her. His queen, his goddess, his inspiration, his muse. Most of Veles passion focused on the woman, the rest burned for the Sith and their survival. Kendrix’ training could be finished by the Togruta Sith Lady, but who would be there for Grima and her broken heart if he perished? The bond between the woman and her apprentice was stronger than ever, constantly growing as if the two were destined for each other – severing the bond spelled certain death for at least one of them.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled. He was a wily one. His value was commensurate to how unique his position was. Sith Lords did not present themselves to the Senate often - active ones even less so. So the opportunity to gain up to date knowledge and even a fifth columnist would prove hard for the Prime Minister to resist.

If she didn’t simply have him killed of course. Both options were possible.

Corvus remembered the whiskey. And she remembered how fondly her had spoken of the woman that was his Master and mentor. Such a relationship felt oddly at odds with her broad understanding of the Sith traditions, but she wouldn’t press the point. Her own situation wasn’t precisely text-book Jedi. It wasn’t even text-book human - given their age difference was in excess of ten thousand years.

“So, can I get you anything?” she asked, her intentions honourable and genuine.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

His thickly accented voice remained silent for a bit, eyes curiously observing his favourite Jedi Grandmaster up to date. Perhaps a dinner with her, a bit of time out of the cell and the prison’s terrible food? That idea remained a fantasy; Corvus did not have the authority to get him out and he definitely wasn’t about to invite her to feast on inferior food. There really wasn’t anything she could get him despite her seemingly all-powerful position – not that he wanted much, but ultimately only the Prime Minister’s words could make the difference and get him what he needed and wanted. Only she held the reins of the Republic it seemed, unwilling to share. A pragmatist or a dictator? Was there a difference at this point where the dying Republic grasped for straws?

Lasedri’s Galactic Republic differed from the old Republic he remembered greatly, whether for better or worse, and as a great pragmatist, the leader of whatever remained from the once mighty superpower dominating most of the galaxy must have taken many steps to ensure the Jedi Order would not doom and harm to the Republic again, as had happened in the past with certain individuals. [member="Corvus Raaf"] obviously did not have the authority to do much about the captured Sith unless he voiced an interest in ‘redeeming’ himself – and Veles couldn’t help but wonder just how great this rift between the Jedi and the Republic was. Memories of Jedi Padawans with limitless authority over anything concerning the Republic’s matters starkly contrasted with the sight in front of him, the direct opposite of the One Sith where Dark Jedi did whatever they desired.

“No, thank you, lady Raaf. But please, do tell lady Arcanix I said hi,” the Sith finished with a hearty chuckle, purposely using the woman’s Sith title, “And if you see a Cathar Padawan named Sha’do, tell her the same.”

For a Sith Lord, he had a suspiciously good relationship with many Jedi.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus could sense him thinking before he spoke. Not that a great deal of time elapsed, but it always occurred to her that he was someone that was invariably well considered.

Finally, he spoke.

She smiled. “I presume you mean Taeli. I never considered her anything but that. And she’s changed her name to Raaf too. Her birthright. And I’ll be sure to tell you that you asked after her.”

“As for the Padawan?” she seemed to be reflecting. “Having vacated Ossus, I seem to see Younglings and Padawans less often. But we’ll resolve that, I know we will.”

She didn’t ask how he knew of the young Jedi, if he’d wanted to share it, he would have. And to ask would give him a power, which she chose not to do. She may have known him for quite a long time, but he was a Sith at the end of the day. And she was a Jedi.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Taeli Rae. Taeli Raaf. Darth Arcanix. So many names and titles for such a sweet and pleasant woman blessed with both beauty and intelligence – sweet and pleasant when not cutting people’s throats to quench the thirst for blood present in nearly every project involving Sith alchemy. Darth Veles had received a lesson on the subject as well, directly from Taeli. One particular memory involving the two of them working together on a Sith sword would have cast a smile on his face if it did not involve killing. A very private training session, and he had offered her his knowledge of signature concealing techniques in return. Knowledge for knowledge, power for power, wisdom for wisdom. Nothing was ever free among those who called themselves Sith, yet this dark-haired Sith Lady deserved to taste the Sith Lord’s expertise on the arts of stealth and concealment. Darth Arcanix used to be one of the very few ‘Sith’ even Darth Veles considered to be true Sith, earning her his respect. Who would have thought the corrupt organisation had the capability of producing an actual Sith after hundreds of Dark Jedi failures?

Suddenly realizing something, the amphibious assassin’s hand reached behind, stroking his own back as if an infuriating itch demanded to be scratched. Perhaps the Jedi Grandmaster could do a great service to him, a matter he had not managed to resolve himself, shamefully; lacking Jedi knowledge and utterly hypnotized with Darth Zarrah’s perfection to think about it during their intimate moments despite the fact the woman’s wisdom and extensive knowledge of the Dark Side would have solved his little problem.

“Grandmaster Raaf,” he muttered, almost absent-minded look in his eyes before the gaze grew focused and firm again, “Given I am in your care now – the Jedi Order’s care, I mean – it is entirely reasonable to assume one of the more powerful members of your Order is strong enough to overcome the Dark Side’s tattoo marking my skin, created by a lovely lady known as Darth Isolda. I believe it is high time to finally get rid of it – please, be of the kindness to do me a favour by bringing in a Jedi who can purify me of this poison filling me with shame.”

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled. “I am but a visitor. You are most certainly not in my care, you are here as a guest of the Galactic Republic.”

It was clear she was thinking over his request. “I hesitate, not for lack of cooperation but rather my thoughts are unclear as to who is both available and technically competent. Removing Dark-sided tattoos is not something we’re asked to do often you see. And I’m unsure it’s an exact science.”

“I could look to purge it with Force Light. Localising the effect might be the challenge. I might sever your connection to the Dark-side forever,” she chuckled. “And that would never do, eh?”

“So wo else? Phylis maybe, but she is off travelling. A healer such as Avalore perhaps? Or Taeli herself? Possibly your best bet in terms of being available and capable.”

“I can ask them all and see who is willing? How about it?”

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

A guest of the Galactic Republic – most certainly true from a certain point of view and Avreet appreciated the host had shown enough kindness in letting him live, even if only because of the Prime Minister’s pragmatism and thirst for any information concerning the One Sith. Still, until he stood outside of the cell as a free man, the Mon Cal preferred to think of himself as a prisoner. Waiting in the small cell was horrifyingly easy for the Sith Lord – maybe because he had accepted his fate, possibly because he had witnessed prisons ran by sadistic Dark Jedi and thus felt strangely comfortable in the Republic’s facility.

The sheer generosity of Corvus’ offer came as a very pleasant surprise. Not the idea involving Force light, naturally; as much as Veles wished to cut all ties with the One Sith, getting permanently cut from the source of his power would be counterproductive, especially since he wished to stay a Sith, refusing to embrace the Jedi ways. To offer so many Jedi just to help an enemy, a rival, greatly displayed the difference between Jedi and Sith. This only increased his respect for the female Jedi Grandmaster; she did not force him into accepting the Light Side despite having the means to do so, she did not try to talk him into renouncing the Sith Code and replacing it with its Jedi counterpart. Despite being radically different from the vast majority of beings claiming to be Sith, Darth Veles did not know if he would have shown her the same kindness had the roles reversed.

“I greatly appreciate your obligingness, lady Raaf,” the Sith nodded courtly, immediately thinking of a way to reciprocate, “Yes – at least one of them will know what to do to make the tattoo go away.”

Was it strange the Sith Lord personally knew two out of three Jedi Corvus mentioned?

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled. “I guess that means you won’t be needing my services. Probably a wise choice. Although maybe I could use Art of the Small? Dabble with the molecules there? Well, it’s an option.” she added. “If all else fails. But I’m no healer, it has to be said.”

“So I’ll put the word out and if any are able to assist, I’m sure they’ll let you know…somehow.”

“So, am I your first visitor?” She made it sound like he’d just moved in next door and was expecting a line of neighbours with cookies and home-made brownies. And it seemed that the oddness of the situation was making conversation a little awkward for the Jedi.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

“Heh,” the Sith giggled softly in a way that savagely destroyed anything making him appear intimidating when Corvus referred to his decision as a ‘wise choice’. What a strange way to say it – and as such Avreet assumed it to probably be a just joke to lighten up the mood, a much needed task still. While the Sith Lord knew removing tattoos was out of the woman’s expertise, the idea of the powerful Jedi Grandmaster making matters worse created a mental image too funny to ignore and hide behind a stone cold mask of an expression. He really needed a distraction like this, despite accepting whatever awaited him. What he certainly did not find funny was the Jedi’s confession she knew how to manipulate molecules – this information fed many unpleasant thoughts swirling through his mind.

“Indeed – unless the prison staff counts,” a slight frown crossed his expression, “Then again, the Republic’s officials and Jedi have more important things to worry about, so I do not doubt many more will come for a ‘chat’. Lady Lasedri will undoubtedly care to interrogate me personally as soon as she finds the time in her busy schedule. Same as your Jedi colleagues, lady Raaf.”

[member="Corvus Raaf"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled as the Sith, despite his formidable reputation, was giggling in front of her. But then they say the best assassins are the unlikely ones.

“I have to say, I do not expect any Jedi to come visiting as a rule. And none should be interrogating. If the Prime Minister wants us to intervene formally, I am the one who will be asked for my input and possible interaction.” She shrugged, “But that does not mean that nobody will come and visit. Far from it, but there is no recourse for anything other than a chat from my perspective.”

"But you're right, I'm sure the Prime Minister will find the time to meet you, and then you'll better understand what, if anything, she wants from you."

[member="Darth Veles"]