The Pilgrim
ZIOST - SORZUS ACADEMY OF SITH ARTS
SEPARATE FROM TASK FORCE WINDU
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara
"Ohhh, I see."
Quill sighed heavily.
"It's a miserable thing, coming face to face with just how far off the mark some Jedi have gone. I've been a Jedi thirty years - I've lived through every time a Jedi went bad. Ahto City, Korriban...and I've done what I can to bring justice among the Jedi. Many of us have. My name's Jend-Ro Quill, by the way. Don't worry about me. I'll take my lumps for doing the right thing, if it comes to that.
"Also," he said after another deep sigh, "I have an idea. You've clearly been through serious things at the hands of the Jedi. I'm good with memories, very good. If you're willing to share your memories of what the Jedi have done to earn these feelings, I give you my word I'll investigate. You have the sabers and I'll be distracted. If you feel me do anything other than accept whatever memories you offer, by all means take a swipe at me. Are you willing?"
She would, of course, detect no deception throughout; there wasn't any.
SEPARATE FROM TASK FORCE WINDU
ENGAGING: Darth Daiara
Aradia stared, feeling him out for a hint of dishonesty. Did she want to believe him because she felt she needed to do something now, or was there something in him that she understood?
Her attention flickered to his dropped saber. Her free hand flexed, calling it to her. "What will you do?" She asked, holding it firmly in her grasp. The force wrapped around the card, bringing it to her too. She moved carefully, watching his every movement as she kept her saber between them. Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice...
"They want blood. They won't forgive you for this."
Her expression pinched, her guilt doing little to soften the memories of why.
"They have no mercy for people like you and me. They will kill you."
"Ohhh, I see."
Quill sighed heavily.
"It's a miserable thing, coming face to face with just how far off the mark some Jedi have gone. I've been a Jedi thirty years - I've lived through every time a Jedi went bad. Ahto City, Korriban...and I've done what I can to bring justice among the Jedi. Many of us have. My name's Jend-Ro Quill, by the way. Don't worry about me. I'll take my lumps for doing the right thing, if it comes to that.
"Also," he said after another deep sigh, "I have an idea. You've clearly been through serious things at the hands of the Jedi. I'm good with memories, very good. If you're willing to share your memories of what the Jedi have done to earn these feelings, I give you my word I'll investigate. You have the sabers and I'll be distracted. If you feel me do anything other than accept whatever memories you offer, by all means take a swipe at me. Are you willing?"
She would, of course, detect no deception throughout; there wasn't any.
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