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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Thursday, 15 Mar 2012, 4:18 PM | Message # 1 |
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| When your life is on the line, you have a few choices, and you always hope you made the right one. It is natural to run from danger. Especially if the odds are against you. But if you're Devenne Ozera, a Jedi in a Galaxy at war. You don't run from danger, but you don't throw yourself at it either. Devenne didn't just think outside the box, she took it apart, rearranged the pieces, and put them back together. When it was no longer safe in the Galaxy for the Jedi, Devenne returned home to Coruscant. She believed that the best place to hide was right on the Empire's doorstep.
"Knock knock" her roommate said as she peered into the darkness of Devenne's room. "Another nightmare?" Tasha asked, concern written in her gaze as she studied her friend. "Something like that" Devenne responded, but she quickly brushed it aside. "I should start to get ready" she said, her lips parting to add "I'll meet you there, okay?" Devenne waited for the door to close before using the Force to turn the light on. She sat up on her forearms, and took a moment to assess the damage. Her pillow was almost on her night stand, blanket on the floor, and her legs tangled up in the sheets.
Despite the harmless destruction she caused in her sleep, her room was orderly, everything she owned had a place. Once she untangled her legs, she stepped out of bed and proceeded to put it back together. The palm of her hand smoothing out the wrinkles would be her finishing touch. She wasn't quick take her hand off right away, instead she paused a moment, hovering over the spot where she kept her saberstaff. Once placed beneath the mattress, she didn't take it out, but holding it again did pass from thought. Now wasn't the time to think of a past that was no more...but her dreams said differently.
The stars shivered in the distance, reflecting the brush of cold air that descended the city. A brown ribbed jacket kept the chill out, worn over a white shirt and black tank top. Her pants were a faded black, fitted to her lean frame. Her work enforced the traditional white and black color code, but it was similar to her own style. Devenne liked to dress in neutral colors, opting for bright accessories and patterned scarfs instead. She was rarely seen without her jacket, and the sliver of silver that she wore around her neck. A smooth black stone dangled from the dainty chain, and hovered just above the hem of her shirt.
She worked a few blocks from home, waitressing at a new establishment in the entertainment district. It could get a little rowdy, especially on a weekend night. Nothing Devenne Ozera couldn't handle. She removed her apron from her bag, before hanging it up with her jacket. She slung the apron around her waist, crisscrossing the ties once in the front and then finishing with a bow in the back. She barely stepped her foot in the door, and Tasha was already running up to her, breathless, and handing her a tray of drinks. "I'm so glad you're here. Can you take this to table number twenty four?"
A smile parted her lips as she watched Tasha dash off. Tonight was a busy night indeed. Supporting the tray with a steady left hand, she proceeded through the swinging doors, and into the dining area. The word busy didn't even begin to describe what she walked into. There wasn't an empty table, or a body that she didn't have to maneuver around. But she managed to safely deliver the drinks to table twenty-four, which she could tell was already going to be a problem. It was easy to become frazzled on a night like this, especially when a brawl occurred, but Devenne always had a calm demeanor. They relied on her a lot, and sometimes, like in table twenty-fours case, she would take over.
She introduced herself as Cerise. It was just another way of protecting herself. The less people knew about her the better. But then there were those types that found themselves intrigued by the unknown. They wanted to unravel the mystery that was Devenne Cerise Ozera. Those that tried to do so would only find disappointment. Sure she was easy on the eyes, with her long blonde hair, and hooded blue eyes. But she wasn't interested in anything more than basic conversation. So they figured she was just stuck up, and she wasn't going to try and convince them otherwise.
Ignoring the inappropriate comments, and lingering gazes from the four men seated at the table, she politely dismissed them, staying only long enough to take their order. By the end of the night, a fight had broken out. Devenne was in the kitchen when she heard the sound of blaster fire. After that. Everything happened so fast. Two bodies laid on the ground, neither of them moving. The four men from twenty-four had their blasters drawn, and were shooting toward the bar. People were trying to make it safely toward the door. Recognition flashed through her eyes as she took a closer look at the female form crumpled on the floor...Tasha.
A Force push, with a wide enough arc, sent the four of them crashing toward the bar. She extended her right hand, using the Force again to collect a fallen blaster. "Last call is over," she said, her Coruscanti accent strong with conviction. She held onto the blaster until they were no longer in sight, and then set it down by her side as she kneeled in front of Tasha. Devenne knew that life had fled from her friend, but she still checked for a pulse. It was as she thought. Tasha had been caught in the middle, and paid for it with her life. More could have shared her fate if Devenne had not stepped in.
She pulled her into her arms, and gingerly brushed her hair from her face. In silence, she said goodbye. When she was finished, she dragged her index and middle finger from Tasha's brows down to her eyelids, closing her eyes for the last time.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Wednesday, 30 May 2012, 8:53 AM | Message # 2 |
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| ((Wasn't exactly sure where to start on this, so I hope this is okay.))
Servius Nero was not the traditional Inquisitor. Whether this was his upbringing, his leadership of his own Dark Jedi cult, or having been a Dark Acolyte, one could not say but it was likely a combination of these circumstances. He was just as likely to be seen in his Inquisitor robes as he was in any number of custom suits and other duelist-inspired clothing.
He had recently procured an M-31 Airspeeder, a gift from an associate whom was grateful for his taking care of some problems of his. He maintained an complex network of criminals, business men, mercenaries, bounty hunters, military and government personnel; all of whom were at his bidding at anytime, which was returned with use of his power to help them with any problems they came across that they could not handle themselves.
He often preferred to travel around Imperial City at night, finding it to often be the optimum time to find Force sensitives. Normally, he would be in the lower levels, but today he was in the Entertainment District. He was circling the area, debating on where to go, while also giving a chance for his dinner from Manarai to settle.
The men at table twenty-four were, in fact, his men. There were among several criminal thugs that he had hired to wander Imperial Center and sow discord and chaos in order to drive out Force users. One of them sent a holo-call to him, speaking of the waiter. Perhaps fate, perhaps coincidence, but he was in the area.
No more than five minutes had passed, and he was landing his personal air speeder nearby and walking to the club. It was obviously still in the process of closing, which had been halted by the firefight, and the CSF was yet to respond; irregardless, he entered and began to inspect the premises, and silently searching for the mystery Force user.
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Friday, 08 Jun 2012, 2:27 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "I'm sorry this happened to you," she murmured, gently laying her friend down. Tears stung the back of her eyes, threatening to flow, but she fought them back. She remained crouched among the chaos, silently observing as her co-workers tried to make sense of the situation. If she was going to make a break for it, now was her window of opportunity. She spun on the balls of her feet, shifting her direction toward the back of the club. Pushing off her back leg, she sprinted for the back door. Her long, unbound hair streamed loose behind her, until she made an abrupt stop. A sea of golden waves, spilled out over her shoulders, stopping just bellow her bra line.
Her right hand closed around the lapels of her hanging jacket, pinching the strap of her bag underneath. She stood, unmoved, letting any chance at freedom pass her by. Her talent for stealth would have gotten her far, but if she was going to make it out of Imperial City alive, she wasn't going to do it by turning her back and running. Her mind made up, she pulled her belongings off the hook, replacing them with her apron. With a predatory grace, she returned to the dining area, her foot falls crunching the broken glass in her path.
As Servius Nero entered the establishment, he would find the Jedi seated at the first table to his left. Her blue eyes held a faraway, fragile look to them, set upon a face of delicate features. The silver hilt of her saberstaff rested beneath her right hand, and on top her bag, where she had packed it before leaving home. She could sense the dark side in him, as she did with the Sith amulet that hung around her neck. The smooth black stone was once set inside a jeweled gauntlet. It was the first Sith artifact she destroyed, and she ended up keeping a piece as a reminder. As a Jedi Shadow, she had a very black and white perception of the galaxy. A perception, she had not forsaken, even if she were one of the last Shadows.
"Looking for me?" She said coolly, her gaze flickering over him quickly before meeting his eyes. With her outstretched leg, she pushed a chair out for him, motioning for him to have a seat.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Friday, 08 Jun 2012, 7:06 PM | Message # 4 |
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| He was often unflappable; surprise was an emotion he was not accustomed to, so when it did come about, it was always interesting. This was one of those times. As he had always held, he did not show an uncontrolled response to his quarry sitting at a table, waiting for him. It should have been the other way around, but he did not mind the encounter to be honest. His prey would have their full amount of energy, and be ready to actually challenge him, rather than the exhausted mess of beings that he often killed off. This one... perhaps deserved a fate better than death. As he considered the notion, he took the seat offered. "Thank you," he replied, taking a seat, and making sure to adjust his clothing to exude the professional image he had maintained. He could be said to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, everything in his residence had a place, and even in his choice of clothing, everything seemed planned out. He was a planner and a schemer in his efforts too, often plotting out the most meticulous of details in his efforts. Even the motion of taking the seat from her offering and sitting down in it, to the eventual position he took in it, seemed measured and planned.
"Whether or not I am looking for you, depends on if you are the one to have sent a group of idiots flying through the air and into a bar a few minutes ago. However, I am more interested in why you have sought me out. If you knew who I was, you would likely not seek me out... anyone who knows who I am, does not; and yet, here you are. Despite your curiosity in whether or not I am seeking you, you are seeking me, and I am curious as to why."
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Sunday, 10 Jun 2012, 11:18 AM | Message # 5 |
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| As he approached, she slid her leg back, leaning forward as she did so, her forearms coming to rest upon the table. She didn't admit, nor did she deny her involvement. He knew the truth, and that was enough for her. Her lips parted, as though she were about to say something, but she stopped, her attention drawn elsewhere. She felt another presence. Someone else was in the club, but she couldn't place their position. With her left hand, her slender fingers traced the silver chain around her neck, stopping once she felt the stone beneath her fingertips. It was always cool to the touch, unaffected by the warmth of her skin. She rose to her feet, her fingers pressing the stone deep into her palm, while her other hand held a tight grip on the elongated, hilt of her saberstaff.
"If you knew who I was. Then you would know why," she finally said, igniting both blades of her saberstaff. She positioned both hands on the hilt, choosing a basic hold, one hand palm up, and the other palm down. She didn't have the traditional Jedi Ready Stance. Her feet were more evenly spaced, versus having her dominant leg held back. It provided her legs with more protection, making them less vulnerable to low kicks, and leg sweeps. She held the saberstaff horizontally, with the hilt at waist height. Both blades casted a silver glow, illuminating her fair features.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Sunday, 17 Jun 2012, 9:56 PM | Message # 6 |
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| As she spoke, he sat; lowering the leg he had put on on his other to rest. As she rose, he sat; his arms, that had been laying across his abdomen, now rested on the arms of the chair. As she ignited her lightsaber and assumed her stance, he sat; raising an eyebrow and letting a moment, in relative terms, pass before he acted. She seemed to have completely abandoned her attempts to hide her identity, and openly confront the first possible challenge to such. It was an interesting strategy, one that he could admire for its originality and the bravery involved. He reach out with the Force for a moment, feeling her emotions. There was no fear that he could sense, only courage and conviction was found. If he were to turn her, it would be certainly a different experience. This display alone had him convinced that she deserved a better fate than death. What better fate than having the entirety of your power unlocked?
Next, something unexpected would happen. He smiled and laughed, not a malevolent or comical one, but one of joy, which was also subtle. "Well then, looks like I have to find out who you are. The question now is, is that yours, or did you just find it?" Looking at her stance, he saw what he considered a weakness, and used the Force to hurl the table off the ground and into her chest, at an angle that would likely raise her arms up, and with enough force to knock her to the ground. While he stance did protect her from side attacks, it left her front exposed to the physical. Were she to remain in this stance, he hoped to utterly exploit it. Unless it became necessary to do otherwise, he nonchalantly proceeded to rise from his chair and take a few steps away from where the table had been, into a more open space among the dining tables.
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Monday, 18 Jun 2012, 1:32 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "Looks like it," she responded, her face an impassive mask. In order to destroy followers of the dark side, sometimes aggressive measures were necessary. Devenne held this belief, and executed it without fear in her heart, or doubt in her mind. Some among her rank shared the same mind set, but it was possible she was now alone in this, being perhaps the last Shadow of the Jedi Order. If there were others, their existence was not know to her, or anyone for that matter. Like their namesake, they worked in the shadows, only revealing themselves when they wanted to be seen. Devenne wanted to be seen, choosing to stand her ground and fight, rather than flee.
She didn't allow herself to become distracted by his question. If he were to engage her in combat, he would have his answer. Her eyes remained on her target, focused, and clear with her intent. As the table, left the ground and came at her, it would be met by the object he expressed curiosity for. She twirled the saberstaff in a windmill-like pattern, decreasing the strength of impact. She was still knocked back, and taken off her feet, joined by pieces of the table that met the silver death. A larger piece, had landed on her lower right leg. She pulled her knee toward her chest, and thrust the heel of her boot out, kicking it away from her body. Her saberstaff was held upward, toward the ceiling, away from her when she'd fallen.
Bending forward at the waist, and drawing her legs in, she rose to her feet, a hand on the ground for balance was not needed to do so. As soon as she was up, she was on the offensive, quick steps taking her toward him. She didn't wait for him to arm himself, and went in for the attack. Holding her staff diagonally, with the left side higher, she pushed out with her right hand to attack his left leg, her left hand in the same position, with the rotation in the wrist.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Monday, 18 Jun 2012, 6:51 PM | Message # 8 |
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| He was impressed by her reaction to the table. Clearly, she was trained, as nothing other than a trained Jedi could have had such reflexes. As he watched her charge forward, she did not drop her defense, which also showed further training. As she was on the floor, he had brought his left hand behind his back, a move that Count Dooku had similarly made often. As she came in on him, her move, while following the "attack on the defensive" philosophy she seemed to be adhering to, it did leave a vulnerability; her right shoulder, and the displacement of her weight. Any sort of move on her body itself was ruled out, as were he to use it, she could quickly bring the other blade into his body. Therefore, his response was instead to utilize her weight distribution against her. As she was going for an attack on his leg, she was not only bringing her center of gravity lower and to the right, she was also pressing herself forward. It was a simply application of Force flight ability, which lifted him up without requiring a jump, thus allowing him to rise above her without telegraphing the move, and a short spin to the left, which landed him behind her swing, that would have been impossible to reverse.
A rather disturbing application of this ability that he liked to use was using the ever so slight lift to move himself across the floor without walking. Moving himself away and to the side of her. "My dear, whatever happened to Jedi acting only in defense? I have done no wrong to you..." he said, at first with an almost hurt look on his face, which devolved into a smile. "It appears I must protect myself from such reckless aggression. It looks like the Emperor was right about the Jedi, after all," he said, and with that, his lightsaber popped from within his sleeve and into his hand. Strangely, he did not ignite it.
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Wednesday, 20 Jun 2012, 8:04 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Her method of combat was aggressive, but it was focused, not reckless. Working directly under the Council of First Knowledge, Shadows were sent on secret missions throughout the Galaxy. These secret missions, turned into assassinations, and the destruction of weapons, buildings, and artifacts used and influenced by the dark side. Being within the presence of Sith artifacts, and killing people on orders sounds like something a Sith would do. If a Jedi Shadow turned to the dark side because of the nature of their missions, it was kept in secret, and forgotten. They were the secret police of the Order, a highly respected, but solitary path.
Devenne is an exceptional melee duelist. As a Padawan, she took to training with the quarterstaff. Her aptitude for martial arts, and exotic weapons, could have specialized her as an Exotic Weapons Specialist. But she had chosen differently, favoring a synergy of melee and Force combat. She wielded her saberstaff much as she would a quarterstaff, using one blade to block incoming attacks, then quickly rotating the handgrip to use the second blade to strike. But she never limited herself, and sometimes she'd block and strike with the same blade. Some motions weren't what they seemed, they were just as enigmatic is the woman executing them.
Her weight, had not been compromised, most of the reach done by the length of her saberstaff. As he rose above her, she followed his movements, using a step drag to bring herself face to face with him. A semblance of a smile managed to break free of her stiff facade, but it was gone just as quick as it came. "Your Dun Möch tactics will not work on me," she said. Her actions belonged to her alone, and were not for him to question. There are only two sides of the Force, the Light, and the Dark. She knew where he stood, and that was all she needed to know.
(Ooc: I wanted to proceed with another attack, but I wasn't sure which hand his lightsaber was in. I've decided to wait, and at least get this post out to keep things moving  )
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Sunday, 01 Jul 2012, 8:24 PM | Message # 10 |
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| ((Sorry it's so short!))
His training had been focused solely in dueling. He was one of many who focused on the lost art of dueling among Force users. While he had worked it into a style that he could adapt to blaster wielding opponents, one on one combat was his primary focus. If she was attempting to not compromise her position or weight in strike, it would limit her range, which worked to his advantage. "The fact that you believe I am using Dun Moch on you, it interesting. I only came here seeking conversation. I was not aware that Jedi attacks those that seek out simple conversation with them. Are you sure you truly follow the light?" he asked, with a quizzical look on his face. As she had done nothing, and a reasonably safe distance sat between them, he deactivated his lightsaber once more. "Now then, has your childish angst played itself out, or am I going to have to have to teach you your manners?"
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Monday, 02 Jul 2012, 2:01 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "You came here seeking conversation?" She asked, her pink hued eyes narrowing in thought. "You want to know who I am," she said, it wasn't a question, but a reminder. It was around this time that she'd be walking home with Tasha, swapping stories from a night of work. If she wanted to have a conversation, it would be with the girl that now lay lifeless on the floor. Not the Inquisitor that stood before her, mocking her, and trying to dig beneath her skin. He was going to have to try harder than that. Nobody, not even Tasha, truly knew the real Devenne Cerise Ozera. I...don't... know the real...me, she thought, but quickly brushed it aside.
"You will leave disappointed," she said, deactivating both blades of her saberstaff. It was instinctive to continue the fight. To defeat the Dark side when it showed it's face, but the galaxy had changed, a reality she had to accept. She would finish what she started if the opportunity presented itself, but it was clear that now was not the time. "I have not forgotten my manners," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. She took three steps back, before turning her back to him. "Let me see you out," she said politely, facing him once she stood at the entrance.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Sunday, 08 Jul 2012, 3:54 PM | Message # 12 |
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| He walked a bit, before stopping, still in the dining area. "I am not a man who likes to be disappointed," he said to her. He was now standing at the table next to the one they had destroyed. He pulled one out and motioned for her to join him. "Please, sit back down. We have so much to discuss!" he called out to her. He was actually genuine at this point. His flashed a disarming smile, and motioned again. He even put his deactivated lightsaber back into its sheath under his sleeve.
"Madame, I am merely a guest. If you have not forgotten your manners, then you should grant me the audience I seek. As I said before, I merely wish to talk." He sat down in the chair, but did not pull himself in on the table yet, allowing him a clear line to her. Were she to attempt escape, he could give rapid pursuit. However, he was hoping that she would walk back over to the table.
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Monday, 09 Jul 2012, 9:56 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "Get used to it," she said, with that same stoic expression resting on her features. For a moment, her attention was drawn elsewhere. She reached out with the Force, drawing briefly on the emotions that dominated the room. Through all the confusion, there was one emotion that overwhelmed the others. "Fear," the whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. It was an emotion she hadn't experienced for herself, but she had learned to recognize it. She was born to a unique culture, one that did not acknowledge Fear. Or rather, finding a counterpoise to Fear. Something greater...
She reached behind her back, slipping the hilt between her pants and the small of her back. "You're relentless," she said, closing the distance between them. When she stood an arms reach away from him, she turned away, her form retreating towards the back of the bar. When she returned, she thrusted an empty bag towards his hands. "Hold this," she said, and without another word she went to work. She cleared the floor of the larger pieces first, picking them up by hand, and then discarding them into the bag. When she was finished, she swept her pile into a dustpan, and added it's contents to the rest of the bag.
There was more to be done, but it would have to wait for tomorrow. She wasn't going to wait up for CSF. "I'm going to call it a night...you know where I work," she said as she pulled her golden tresses out from underneath her jacket. Her bag was the last item she retrieved, and as soon as the strap touched her shoulder, she was out the door.
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| Servius_Nero | Date: Tuesday, 10 Jul 2012, 7:16 PM | Message # 14 |
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| "You're relentless," she said. He nodded his head, ignoring the previous disappointment comment. "So I've been told, my dear." He was rather thrown off when she put the garbage bag in his hands and proceeded to clean up. He merely sat and watched her work; a Jedi doing the work of a normal being... it was something few would even believe. Nonetheless, he was here, witnessing it for his own eyes; and he was helping no less. One could say he was truly a gentleman, another could say he was so utterly caught off guard by the act that he was in shock and not in control of his own body at the moment. Either way, when she was down, he closed the bag.
Silently, he followed her out, setting the bag on the curb, before walking with her through the street. "A job, in which you suffer who knows what kind of indignities, and yet still do as if it mattered. Friends. A place to live. You seem to have undertaken a normal life, with exception to the fact that you are a Jedi... why?" he asked, out of genuine interest. She could be off rebelling, off fighting, off undertaking the old duties of the Jedi in the Outer Rim. Instead, she remained here, on Imperial Center, and had become in every sense of the word possible, a normal woman. It was an approach to hiding he was yet to see at all, and it left him rather curious of her.
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| Devenne_Ozera | Date: Wednesday, 11 Jul 2012, 10:59 PM | Message # 15 |
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| It didn't take long before he was by her side, matching her quick strides. She slid a quick sideways glance in his direction, but kept her head facing forward. She raised a slender brow, letting the silence hang in the air. It wasn't often that she found herself disarmed by a question. It wasn't because she didn't know the answer. It just hadn't crossed her mind before. "Why not?" She questioned as she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets. "You seem to have the Jedi figured out," she said, her lips parting to add, "all but this one." She continued walking at the same pace, bringing them closer to her apartment.
"The Jedi no longer know I exist," she said, but did not elaborate. Her footfalls began to slow as they came upon her street, which bordered the seedy Coruscant Underworld. As she stopped in front of her unit, she removed her hands from her jacket pockets, placing them inside her bag instead. The building wasn't much to look at, and was in sore need of renovations. When she wasn't working, it did serve it's purpose, even if she could only run a cold shower. Once she produced her key card from her bag, she started for the door, stepping over what appeared to have been steps at one time.
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