Eons ago, on a world far from this side of the galactic disc, this sort of a thing would have been much less forgiving, and there would have been no talk of loyalties - though that was owed to the nature of her primitive world, of Pax Insul. Braith had never personally met the man that now faced judgement by these Jedi until the day of his arrest, masters of the force, and neutral dignitaries. Even her own .. girlfriend? .. Yes, even [member="Corvus Raaf"] had been invited to the little party, but Braith? Though she had been there on Fresia - which this man seemed to spout from his chapped lips like the salvation of a lost people - and spoken to, personally, by the man during the moments leading up to his jailing by the man of few words, [member="Sarge Potteiger"], she had been left alone, almost wholly to her own devices. There was no anger in her at this, only a mild sensation of disappointment, realizing the bureaucracy and politics of the ancient era still thrived like a snake in the ground in present day. From a vantage in the rear, head and face covered by the protective cowl that she wore during the daylight to protect her tender skin from the prejudice of the sun's rays, the Alua'an watched with narrowed eyes while the Grand Master of the Jedi Order was questioned and spoke to of this man, this Sith Lord. His presence on the world, on Sullust, disgusted her, something of an aggressive distaste for Sith following her inhabiting one's skull with a sliver of her consciousness for the better part of almost a decade.
At first her attention was trained on those who spoke their parts, questioned the Sith, questioned each other, but then her attention was settled on the woman that was displayed through a hologram. The blue flickering image did her no justice for that stoic beauty, though to be truthful she felt a strange sense of dissatisfaction with her being involved - the man named a woman that was Corvus's sister, and yet she'd learned from Corvus that her sister was a Sith, did she have another? She shook the thought from her head lightly and leaned against a wall with her interest kept on this fruitless talk and circling. Men and women that spoke so politically that they appeared to miss the ease of breaking through the seeming iron wall that was the Sith Lord, though what they sought after she couldn't begin to fathom or dream up - it simply did not matter to her. But there was curiosity in not knowing all the answers, and there was frustration in hearing Corvus pressed right back into the direction she'd so carefully steered her away from. Often Braith wondered why it was that she hadn't simply become a Jedi alongside her partner, but now she knew exactly the reason why - the way they were used, like pieces of eight, was as though they had no real meaning than to walk the fields of war and find a hilltop to lay down and die on. These talks were endless and went nowhere, few aimed even at the Sith himself.
Long ago Braith had sat in on the meetings of councils that were twice as bloodthirsty as the Sith that roamed the galactic core, and far less understanding than even this bickering lot. And it was long ago that the young goddess had learned to press the minds of those that hid their agenda, and though she had originally been rather lackluster in the skill, over ten thousand years between then and now had passed with one of the very voices of the One Sith's Dark Lord made an example of for being foolish enough to open her oubliette and then lock her away again. She wouldn't use such dark powers here, nor likely again, but telepathy was no such evil an art, and far less difficult. So when words were spoken, they went unheard but to the Sith that lurked in a cell far below - but not too far from her wandering mind. "Why does he who bears the mind of a lion dress as a sheep to be feasted upon by beasts bigger than he? Is he mad, or simply very cunning?" Came the quiet musing voice of the woman that could have very well been persuaded to a similar role that the traitorous Sith apparently fled from. She was no Dark Lord, however, and sometimes she wondered why she even exercised the ability to wield the force in such manners now that she was no longer a goddess that walked among men. But her fleeting musings were not the last words to be uttered within the bowels of the earthen jail. "Why do you nest among us? Are you seeking a false redemption, to sit among those that are likely to slay the million-headed beast that is the Sith as one among victors, a man on the right side of history, or is there a deeper meaning?" Braith asked, not waiting to get to the point. And though she knew she could reach him, she only hoped he would latch onto that link and reach back - otherwise his folly in walking right into the lair of his enemy was hopeless from the start.
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