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Valery Noble
Coruscant had been attacked. To some the news had been devastating, to Judah it seemed par for the course. Naturally he would never express that opinion out loud, but it seemed if it was not the Sith trying to sack the planet it was some other organization. This particular organization seemed to blame force users for the evils of the galaxy, and yet only the Jedi strongholds seemed to be the ones burning. Judah found their rhetoric to be hypocritical at best and disorganized rantings of nonsensical delusion at worst. It was the way with such groups. They always appealed to the lowest common denominator.
Judah now stood in the wreckage of where the attack had been. He had wanted to leave the charity gala immediately but wise counsel from
Solenne Abraxas
had seen the Jedi pause long enough to see the event through to the end. His heart went out to the families who had lost their loved ones in the attack. He understood loss better than most, and his resolve to see justice brought was born from it. They needed closure, and Judah would get it for them.
“Be careful not to touch anything directly, especially if it is evidence.”
Cleaning droids were already getting to work clearing the debris as other Jedi worked alongside them to find the source of the explosion. Judah sighed as he squatted low and began to pick through smaller pieces of debris, looking for anything that looked like a control, a detonator, or some kind of timing device. There was nothing about this New Way which was sophisticated, other than Judah was still in the dark about who their leader was.
He stood and took his gloves off as he walked toward his speeder bike for a break. A tumble full of hot black caf was sitting in a makeshift cup holder. The morning was cold, and Judah could see his breath as it was exposed to the elements. He leaned against his bike and shook his head as he took in the devastation once more. While it did seem normative for Coruscant, Judah was still crushed by the weight of lives lost, that there were those who loved the wanton destruction of innocents. All for what? They sought to prove a point? Make a statement?
It was then Judah sensed a familiar presence, one that had become more and more recognizable as time went on. They had grown close for reasons Judah had yet to understand. The pair always worked well together when tasked to see a mission through. This was not one of those times. Judah knew her visit was more of duty than assignment, as was his. Did Judah have to be there, no, but he wanted to be. He wanted to help with the investigation. After all, he was a shadow, and one of the most senior among them.
“We do not have anything to report yet,” he said as he approached the woman. Judah wondered how she was taking in such devastation after losing her own husband some time long ago. “How are you holding up with all of this?”
This was her chance for honesty. Judah did not see any signs the others recognized her presence at the scene just yet. Once they did her responsibility to them all would be to have the face of hope and dedication. If there was any part of her that wavered from those beliefs or convictions, Judah was giving her the space to voice them and confront them.
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