These Shattered Stars -- Logs

Freyja makes sure first that Digger Dale's gift is carefully tucked away in the main bedroom. She also makes sure her usual companions will be sure the gift goes to Ameil, if anything happens to her. Regarding Alleine, she quietly asks the Kushiban Watcher to please accompany the former Oather lord to Master Roakkana, should anything happen to the triat.

Manishsha nods, and says, "That is probably a good idea. Roakkana will know how to help him, where others might not do so well."

Freyja also takes the time to make sure Alleine is installed comfortably in one of the spare bedrooms on the Platinum Eclipse, and Kalatis is locked in another. She is careful to leave a vid-trail also, sending encrypted versions of what's occurred so far back home. She doesn't want Kalatis (or a manus, perhaps) slipping between their fingers and away from justice simply because the triat didn't make enough recordings of events. She also downloads the latest holonews for reading later.

Manishsha also sends some coded messages out, letting the Watchers know that this situation is being watched and that, despite what they may hear, all seems well. Alleine remains quiet and thoughtful. He does as he is told and tries to stay out of the way, carefully watching the Jedi and the Sith who have captured him. The interaction between the different members of the unusual group seems to fascinate him, and he absorbs it all silently.

The Platinum Eclipse's travel to Dantooine is underway and the course stable and set. As soon as they enter hyperspace, Zero is able to go attend to the waking of their less stable guest. Two of the bedrooms contain prisoners today; the captured Sith has been quiet and thoughtful, and the former Senator has remained unconscious. The room is dark, lit only by the incidental lighting of several telltales of equipment and the dim glow of a chronometer.

Zero has perched himself on a comfortable chair, leaving the lights off for the moment, fingers laced under his nose, waiting silently with his thoughts. It's been years... no need to hurry now for the sake of a few moments.

In the dim room a quiet sound can be heard as the Rodian shifts under the light cover, apparently waking slowly. Zero takes a deep breath, and releases it. Not quite a sigh; just enough to say hello.

The sound stops as the Rodian freezes. He says softly, "Hello? Who's there?" as if he hopes there is no answer.

Zero murmurs softly, "I bet... that I can guess what you are thinking today."

Kalatis says, still quietly, as if he doesn't want to disturb others, and isn't sure where he is, "What? Who are you?"

Zero continues, "I imagine that you are thinking... 'I should never have trusted Khoud to dispose of my loose ends for me.' That you are thinking, 'I should have had him killed the moment he began to doubt, the way I did Argent Ling.'" He pauses a moment, takes another breath. "But I would bet, before all else, that right now you are thinking, 'How I rue the day I ever laid eyes on that miserable little white-haired headache.'"

Zero adds, "And we both know that I am nothing but trouble for everyone I meet. Isn't that right? Of course it is. Good morning, Senator."

This is greeted by a long silence. Finally, softly, the ex-Senator says, "Quiet." That is all he says for another moment, as this realization seems to sink in.

Zero waits a few moments to let the Senator get his bearings. "You let me walk away, Senator. It was bound to happen. Although -- no -- that isn't exactly right, is it. You did have your underling Deno send a few low-rent cutters after me on Coruscant. And after the woman I was with too. Very thorough, Aaron Deno. Cheap -- but thorough." Another pause. "Quite frankly I'm insulted that was as far as it went. I thought you might have at least sent Uri."

Kalatis says, "I could have, Quiet, but I thought he'd kill you." He pauses, considering as he tries to find the quiet voice in the dark room, saying thoughtfully, "You were always my favorite, almost a son of my own. I didn't want to see you cut down, but I couldn't let others think I just let you walk away. Deno... well, it's not my fault you were better than him. After all, I hired you because you were the best."

Zero allows himself a little smile at that, a brief exhalation that might be half a murmured laugh. "The favorite. That's actually quite touching, inasmuch as anyone in your profession of power, or mine of killing, can be touched. I wonder if you told Argent that before you sent him to Kessel to have him blown to a thousand hells with a grenade."

Kalatis says, "No, Quiet. Did you think I would be happy to try and harm those whom I have depended on for so long to do so many things for me? I didn't want Argent to leave either." He adds, "I was somewhat surprised to hear about the grenade. I didn't think those I sent had a chance of survival. Like you, I hoped only to warn him off, and to convince others I was serious. I couldn't berate those I sent for doing the work I'd asked them to do, though, even if I hadn't expected them to succeed."

Zero says, "It broke my heart when Phelan told me what happened on Kessel. He told me there were pieces of Argent stuck to his armor when he fled Kessel. No surprise he settled down with a woman after. I loved Argent like he was my brother." He pauses, then starts to laugh quietly. "It's funny, isn't it? This isn't the conversation I thought we'd be having. Perhaps it's better this way. Perhaps we were all too romantic for the power game. For killing. For evil."

Shifting a little under the thin blanket, Kalatis says, "I'm sorry, Quiet." For a moment he has little else to say.

Zero says, "Honestly, Senator... I never expected to hear you say that. But to be fair, it's not necessary. My decision to kill was always my own. It was all of our decisions. That is the nature of life. I don't blame you for what I became. I did, certainly, at first... but that is the impulse of a guilty man looking for someone, anyone to pin his guilt to. A way out. But there is no simple way out. There may not be one at all. I am a killer, after all. A murdering bastard. And now it seems I'm a Jedi. I became something better than what I was. I don't expect that to absolve me for my past. I don't think about it. I do what I do now because it is the right thing to do, right now. At one time I believed that in pulling the trigger I was doing the same thing. I was wrong then. But I think I have it right this time."

After a long pause, he adds, "I suppose this isn't the conversation you expected to be having either, is it."

Kalatis says, "A Jedi? Does this mean you haven't come here to kill me?"

Zero says, "Do you think I should?"

The ex-Senator does not answer that question. He says, "Quiet, you never failed me, and I will never forget that. I always did my best to make sure you were taken care of and had everything you needed."

Zero says, "You did. I was not ungrateful to you, although I'm sure at the time it certainly seemed that way."

"No," the Rodian says, "it didn't. You grew up, as I knew you would. Were you a son, I'd have been proud of you and watched you make your way into the wide world with concern and trepidation." He adds, "I'm still proud of you, but I don't expect you to believe me."

Zero says, "I have one thing -- something I realized, might not have realized on my own -- that I wanted to say. That I was saving for today. The reason that I quit."

Very softly the Rodian says, "Oh?"

Zero says, "Kalatis... I always did what I thought was right. My thinking has been flawed. I used to believe I killed people who deserved to die. And now I understand everyone has the right to live. And that judgment is not the place of any living being to make."

Zero adds, "The Sith wanted me to bring your head to them. I believe they still do. But I always repay honor with honor, and I know what is right and what is wrong. I am a stronger man than I ever have been, Kalatis, because I have my partners and I have the Force. I used to think killing you would be my redemption. But now... I am not going to allow anyone to kill you. Justice is for wiser men than me to decide. Vengeance poisons your soul. All I know is fighting. But I understand protection. And you deserve mine, at least for now."

Kalatis says softly, "You have grown up." He releases a quiet sigh and adds, "You do know the Sith want me dead. The one they'd sent to 'protect' me was going to kill me if he failed in that duty. Did he get away?"

Zero says, "The Sith were dealt with. You're safe. This is my home. Ironically enough, I doubt there is a safer place for you than this right now."

Kalatis says, "I believe you." It sounds sincere, as if he is finally going to relax a little. He then says, "Does this mean you are not going to hand me over to the Sith?"

Zero says, "I can't make promises. But we've made it clear we aren't going to allow you to be assassinated. And somehow, despite the business with Khoud, the Jedi don't wish to see that happen either. The Republic will not abandon its own. Even now."

Kalatis says, "The Jedi may not wish it, but the Senate will be happy to do the dirty deed for them. Don't think they won't use me as a scapegoat to placate the Sith, Quiet. They're terrified by the idea the Sith could actually win this war."

Zero says, "So they are. So they should be. The Sith are fearsome enemies. I know -- I've fought them. But things may not be so hopeless as the Senate wishes to believe. And the Jedi -- the true Jedi, not Khoud's hate-mad co-conspirators -- are not going to expend lives in empty appeasement. As I said... I am not going to let this end in one last dishonor. I have enough for lifetimes already."

Kalatis snorts, then says, "Balin Khoud should be the least of your worries. He is a fool, because he makes his hatred and discontent so visible. There are many more Jedi who seem reliable who wish to see any who argue with them crushed. Every Sith killed, they will reward the killer, and regard as a great victory."

Zero says, "Balin Khoud is no longer anyone's worry. I've seen to that myself, and broken his fragile mind in the doing. There are many, yes. But I will fight them all, as a matter of honor. And I am not alone."

The Rodian says, "I'm not sure if I was being helped or captured by the Sith who watched me. If you give his body to the Senate, and perhaps the Jedi, you would be a hero. This is true for any other Sith you meet, and can kill without bringing them all down on you." He adds, "They can't be trusted, you know. Their very ideas of what trust means don't quite match ours."

Zero says, "Would you like to know a secret?"

The Senator says, "If you wish to share one, I am honored to listen."

Zero says, "Do you remember the people who fought on the lowest level of your base? The two with lightsabers?"

The Rodian says, "It was very confusing. There were two light sabers and a huge furry one with a blaster. I remember you, another man, and a golden Valkyrie who appeared to shoot me in the back with a stunner."

Zero says, "Yes, well... she has that effect on people. But about that man who was with me." His smile is practically luminous in the dark. "When is the last time you saw a Jedi with a red lightsaber?"

The Rodian says, "Um. I don't know. Does that mean something?"

Zero says, "Well, yes, actually. He's a Sith. And quite a flamboyant one at that."

The Rodian says, "How did you ever get away from two of them, much less without leaving me behind?" He seems truly impressed.

Zero says, "Get away? Oh, that's simple. I didn't. He's in the room across the hall."

The ex-Senator makes an odd little inhaling noise, then says, "What?!" After a moment he adds, "I thought you said this would be a safe place? That this was your home... how..."

Zero says, "Kalatis, when you mentioned there were more like Khoud out there, I told you I would fight them. I told you I was not alone. There are elements within either side of this war who seek nothing but the pursuance of their own twisted agendas. But there are those who can still see these beings for what they are -- on both sides. There are places in this world and in the Force where one side or the other cannot go. One can't fight the whole galaxy by oneself."

Kalatis stares in the darkness, the gleam of the occasional telltale from one system or another shining off his big Rodian eyes, "You're serious."

Zero simply smiles. "The Valkyrie is back there with him. I'll tell her how you described her; I'm sure she'll be delighted.

Kalatis gets very quiet. After a moment he asks, "What are you going to do with me?"

Zero says, "What I said from the beginning. We are going to make sure that justice, and not vengeance, is what is served by all this. I came to do what is right, and that includes your right to live."

The former Senator asks, "And where are you taking me? Who'll decide what 'justice' is? Who'll listen to what went on and believe me?"

Zero says, "Ultimately to Balmorra. We have contacts among the uncorrupted Jedi, trustworthy beings -- my very own Master -- who wish to see the right thing, not the expedient thing, done. When we arrive on Balmorra we will give you to my Master's keeping there. From there I leave it to the Council. And the Council will listen to what went on, because I will tell them, and I was there. And if they decide I am a murderer and should spend the rest of my days on Kessel, then I will accept that."

The Rodian says, "If they find out you're living with a Sith, they may do worse than that."

Zero says, "It is a very big galaxy, Kalatis, and we all have to live somewhere."

Kalatis says, "That may well be, Quiet, that may well be. It sounds to me you do not merely flirt with disaster, but goad it on and encourage its ire." He adds, "I should not be surprised by this, though."

Zero smiles faintly. "I always was a walking catastrophe. If you want, you can blame it on my strange religion. The Force has strange things to say, after all."

Kalatis finally shifts a little more, reaching out and working a light control, slowly bringing the lights in the room up to Rodian normal -- a little dim for Human standard, but tolerably so. He looks Zero up and down and says, "You've changed, Quiet, in many ways. I find myself again depending on you, although not in a way I would have predicted."

Zero says, "I would not have guessed it would be me providing protection. But... to be honest, I think I prefer it this way. On my homeworld we have a saying: 'Revenge is never a straight line.' I'm tired of hate, Kalatis. I'm tired of recrimination. I've let all that go. I'm going to do what is right, because it's who I am."

The Senator nods, "We shall see what happens next, then. I wish you luck, as I always have."

Zero rises and tosses his long braid behind his shoulder. "I appreciate that. I'll let you rest. One of us will come to check on you." He pauses. "Oh. By the way... I don't have need to hide who I am anymore. You can call me Zero. Everyone does."

The Rodian nods, "All right, Zero. Good night... and thank you."

Zero also nods. He pauses in the doorway, and laughs softly. "I'll have to tell Argent we had this talk. He'll never believe me... and I guess Phelan was wrong about whatever got stuck to him on Kessel." He grins. "Yeah, I know -- even harder to kill than me. Goodnight, Kalatis."

Zero returns silently to the bedchamber. He scratches the back of his head absently and watches his friends sleep a while before shedding his cloak and walking to the long, narrow viewport. He watches the stars streaking past and murmurs to himself, "...how very unexpected that was. I wonder if it was all lies." Then he turns halfway from the viewport. "Freyja? Are you awake?"

Freyja yawns, stretching lazily and rolling over with a silky tumble of hair as she hears her name. "Mmm...?" Shining eyes half-open, she looks around, Zeriza? That you?

Zero nods softly, carefully untying his sash and the ties around his soft-soled shoes. It's me. I hope I didn't distract you from a good dream. He slips the tunic off; his pale skin is faintly blue, illuminated by the light of passing hyperspace.

Freyja smiles lazily, seeing the silhouette by the viewport, Neh, you're a good dream yourself, sweetheart. What's up? Kalatis finally awaken?

Zero mms softly and nods. He steps out of his shoes and stands by the viewport a moment, arms folded across his chest as he watches the stars race by. Mm. More compliments than I deserve, lovely. But yes... he woke for a while. Strange... it was not the conversation I imagined we would have. Not at all... His thoughts are unquiet; they turn inward on themselves, turning over and over. Not at all.

Freyja raises gracefully up on one elbow, pushing her silky mane back out of her face with one hand. Her thought feels faintly concerned, Something wrong, sweetheart? She adds a bit fiercely, If he was nasty to you, don't you believe him for a second! He doesn't know you now.

Zero smiles a little, watching from where he stands. No, no, not nasty at all. I rather was expecting that, but... this was different. I was caught a bit off guard. I don't know. It could have all been a lie... a ploy to keep me between him and the Sith he's so afraid of. Strange, no? He wouldn't need to lie... I would do that anyway. We couldn't just let the Sith kill him. He takes a deep breath and kneels down by Freyja, reaching to run his fingers gently through her hair.

Freyja smiles, leaning to rest her chin on her slender crossed hands, both so she's closer to Zero, and so he can reach her more easily. What did he say which so disturbed you, lover? She adds a little puzzledly, Why would he be so afraid of Sith? He was working with them, wasn't he? Oathers, at least?

Zero turns and stretches out at length alongside her. Just one of many things for me to think about... He smiles a little and turns on his side, untying the smaller belt around his loose pants. Help me with this? And I'll tell you all about it...

Freyja chuckles quietly, sliding over to rest the length of her warm body lithely against his, Love to, sweetheart... Her hands are slow, sure, and as gently warm as the rest of her, as she listens thoughtfully to Zero's story.

Zero closes his eyes, feeling Freyja's touch as she moves against him. He was afraid. He didn't know who had come for him. And when he realized who I was... he thought I had come to kill him at last. And then... the strangest thing happened...

Freyja brushes her lips reassuringly against Zero's cheek as she continues to stroke her hands quietly along his skin, helping him smoothly shed his last piece of clothing, Mmm?

Zero opens his eyes and looks into Freyja's, with an expression somewhere between puzzlement and concern. He told me how proud he was of me. I... honestly was not ready for that. Recriminations I was ready for. Threats, certainly. But... to be welcomed as a son... that was an interesting strategy.

Freyja snorts in amused disbelief, then covers her mouth to stifle the noise, not wanting to wake the others. Her mental voice is dry, Oh, he's a smooth outcaste, he is! A moment later she adds indignantly, How dare he so cheapen family, by trying to claim he was being fatherly to you! Neh wonder he's likely outcaste by his haus by now -- what was that word you used? A bastard outcaste!

She draws Zero into a tight hug, adding fiercely, Family is for those who are there for you, whether of blood or of the heart. I never saw the slightest hint of that tenderness in him, either when you were present or neh!

Zero smiles, perhaps a little sadly. I thought so too... but... you know, Freyja... I really wanted to believe him. He curls his arms gently around her waist. When I first arrived on Coruscant he helped me out. I suppose I just don't want to believe I was being used for so long... or perhaps I just want to see something redeeming in him. I have a hard time damning anyone, after having been through what I have. But... I told him it's my place to protect him here. It's a matter of honor. It's the right thing.

Freyja nods gravely, Hai, that I'll certainly grant -- I may not like or respect him either, but I'll defend him as fiercely as necessary until he's been safely handed over to those in authority. She nuzzles gently through palely gleaming, silken hair, adding softly, That you wonder says much about how much you've changed, lover. It's part of what I love about you. He can feel the curve of her cheek shift against his as she smiles.

Zero rests his head gently against Freyja's. She can feel his surface emotions strongly -- a distant sort of sadness, a hint of nostalgia. He seemed surprised I'd changed so much... and that I wasn't here to kill him. I told him I'd let the past go. That I don't expect to be forgiven for what I've done... that I do what I do now, with you and the others, because it's the right thing to do at this moment.

She can feel his twinge of guilt. Freyja... He sighs softly against her skin, Fighting... killing... murdering... oh, Freyja, I've wasted my whole life. But I found something worth living for when I learned to love you. He murmurs almost inaudibly, "Hold me a while... please?"

Freyja smiles quietly, her thoughts as warm and embracing as her lithe body and her strong arms. She's silent for a few moments, just sharing closeness, warmth, and love... finally he can feel her thoughts, even as she continues to hold him close, gently drifting mentally... They say repentance follows true understanding, and helping others is the truest form of penance. Don't let a fragment of your past make you bleed, my heart. Kalatis will have to find his own repentance, if he can... but you -- you're here, now, beloved, with me... with us. We're doing good things. We're helping people as best we can. I don't know what better we could do... collectively or individually.

Zero takes a breath... it takes a few moments for his emotions to settle against her thoughts... then he nods softly and gently kisses her forehead, ...no, you're right. This is what we need to be doing. This is our place. He smiles gently. I could face a thousand hells with a smile, knowing you would be waiting for me.

Freyja's soft mental chuckle purrs in Zero's mind, 'Waiting for'? Neh, beloved... we'd be there side by side.

Zero smiles and gently kisses his lover. Freyja. He presses closer, his body pale against hers. Always chasing away fear.

Freyja beams, deeply touched by Zero's comment, and snuggles warmly close, layering herself relaxedly over him, You flatter me, sweetheart... but thank you so much for that!

Zero clasps his hands in the small of Freyja's back. You remember... it used to be I couldn't sleep. I used to be so afraid, Freyja... of my past, of what might become of my future... of myself... it may be that I can fight, but without you in my heart there would be no fighting spirit.

Freyja smiles with warm affection, still greatly affected by the thoughtfulness of Zero's comment, trailing her fingers gently through his silky hair and stroking them down his back. I was always taught to face my fears, beloved, and invariably they were less than I had feared. I feared closeness, that you might reject me... but I made myself face it, because the alternative was to never know... and perhaps you might care deeply for me as well.

Delight and joy washes warmly through her, and through him as well from the link, How silly I was to fear! Now I have wonderful, worthy people to protect and love and be protected by. With you all, I have neh fear... instead I have a reason to be as great as I can -- for all of you.

Zero smiles gently. Perhaps that is simply your karma, my lovely one... to forever be mending the broken and the lost. He smiles again, That is worth fighting for... it is too valuable, too rare in this cold and wide galaxy, to take for granted.

Freyja laughs with soft affection, gently nuzzling Zero's ear, It's a karma I can live with, certainly, beloved. Will you help me do so? It is always easier with you there as well.

Zero mms. I can think of nothing else. I want to always be by your side. I will always love you, Freyja. Until all the stars die.

The Platinum Eclipse continues heading towards Dantooine. The trip should take about a week unless something unpleasant, untoward, or unexpected happens -- or worse, all three at once.

Vakkal guards Freyja a little more obviously than usual, lingering near her even in the confines of the ship. He keeps a wary eye on the rooms the prisoners are in. This might not be visible if she and the others did not know Vakkal and his habits so well.

Freyja smiles, quietly touched at Vakkal's carefulness. She's careful herself not to worry him -- she doesn't slip away, or talk to Alleine, or manage Kalatis without Vakkal being around. She doesn't mind the increased opportunities to gently run her fingers through his fur either, of course.

Zero is mostly quiet, in his own thoughts for the most part now the proverbial hard part is over, tending silently to the cockpit for most of his time. On one of Vakkal's passes on "patrol," Zero glances up from the instrument panel to murmur, "You seem nervous. Something the matter?"

Vakkal's ears flick at the words, and he pauses and turns to Zero to reply, "We have a captured Sith on-board, and a deposed Senator who used to hire highly dangerous people to do his dirty work for him. I would be very, very unhappy if either of those worthies decided they could gain some sort of advantage by trying to jump Freyja or any of us." He seems slightly on the defensive as he adds, "I'm not sure which I should be most nervous about. Kalatis is a politician, not a fighter, and Alleine has been docile and cooperative. I'm still nervous."

Zero nods softly. "Not to sound glib, but it would be utter suicide to even attempt such a thing, don't you think?" He pauses before adding more quietly, "The Senator and I have an... understanding, by the way. I think he's quite aware I am protecting him as a matter of personal honor, and that doing something to dishonor my protection, such as attempting to harm one of us, would be cause to lose it. And that I would not hesitate to take a rather... drastic reprisal. He knows I won't kill him; but I certainly might do him intense discomfort." He smiles a little. "I think he'd rather not spend the rest of the trip in a bacta tank."

Vakkal says, "It would be inordinately foolish, yes. However, that has not stopped people before." To Zero's second comment he only nods and grins, slightly grimly. "I'm still going to worry anyway."

Zero says, "Of course you are. You can only be who you are."

Freyja wanders out with a thoughtful expression, a sword in her hands. She smiles at Vakkal, affectionately ruffling his ruff, then says to Zero, "Hey, you examine swords, right, Zeriza?" Vakkal smiles and leans in to the rub a little, and then makes his way back to what he was doing, probably glaring nervously at the prisoners' doors.

Zero says, "I'm not really qualified to call myself a smith. My knowledge of blades is a working one. But I can tell good from bad, if that's what you were wanting to know?"

Freyja tugs gently on Vakkal's fur, "Hold on, sweetheart, got a question for you too, please." She grins at him, then looks back at Zero, "Well... tell me what you think of this one?" She holds out the former Oather's sword to Zero, half-wrapped in a blanket. Vakkal stops and stays, listening and watching.

Zero reaches out to take it, then pauses. "I will need to unwrap this to tell you anything, you know. You might not want to stand too close?"

Freyja smiles a little quirkily, "It's... all right. Check it out -- it's, um... strange, now."

Zero says, "Strange?"

Freyja nods silently. "Not bad, just unexpected-strange."

Zero narrows his eyes slightly. "All right..." He unwraps the blade carefully, and hefts it experimentally in one hand, feeling for balance. Then he frowns slightly. He tests the edge against his thumb, then raps a fingertip against the flat a few times. "Well," he murmurs, "that's new..."

Freyja grins quirkily again, "Hai. So... what do you feel, sweetheart?"

Zero says, "It's a very good sword. It's well balanced, and the chasing on the hilt is quite artistic. It's holding an edge well. Other than that... I haven't a stanging clue. Some sort of energy construct. Brittle? I don't know what it is. It reads like... some sort of chrysalis. But I don't know how it could do such a thing itself. A blade -- a normal blade -- shouldn't possess any will of its own. Or untainted Force energy to do it with."

Freyja nods, settling down cross-legged in the corridor so she can look up at both Vakkal and Zero, "Hai, it does seem somewhat, um... unique." She takes a moment to relate what happened to Zero, "So... does that help any? What do you think will be, um... 'born' from it?" She looks up at Vakkal, adding, "And we have to decide if we want to use the armor and put up with the stench... or wrap it up and give it to someone in authority, too. What do you think? You'd be one of the main folks most likely to benefit from it. If it weren't so stinky, I'd just give it to you -- but I don't want to force something nasty on you, Vakiza."

Zero says, "I don't know, honestly... I wasn't aware blades had a reproductive cycle. A dagger, perhaps?"

Freyja blinks at that image, saying doubtfully, "A... reproductive cycle?!" She eyes the blade, then wisely decides not to comment on parentage.

Vakkal says, "The armor is quite valuable, even among the Sith. Making armor that can withstand lightsabers is not easy. Given some time to acclimate, the... unpleasantness... can be, well, gotten used to. It will always be a little icky-feeling up close."

Freyja nods thoughtfully. "All right. So... do you want to try it?"

Vakkal considers, then says, "I will try it and see how it feels, and how I move in it. I don't want to rub it in Alleine's face, either. While he has been very cooperative, I don't know that obviously taking and using the spoils of our fight in front of him will keep him that way."

Freyja nods, "I don't mean right now. But when we're on Dantooine and he's with Methel-ssa and we're out trying to find the manuses... would you want to try it then?" She adds curiously to Zero, "Any idea when, um, when the 'chrysalis' is likely to open?"

Vakkal shudders at the thought, "Any help I can get against a manus is help I want."

Zero says, "It's hard for me to say... I've never seen anything like it before. I could break it open. That would be the surest way I know to find out what's inside."

Freyja smiles ruefully at Vakkal, and nods to Zero, "All right. Well... I'll just wrap it back up, I guess... and wait." She studies the sword curiously as she does so, then rises gracefully, "Neh, I don't want to kill it. It felt... well, alone, sad, hungry. It's not now. We should be careful, but I don't think we need to destroy it, you know?"

Zero nods. "Agreed."

The rest of the trip is uneventful. Kalatis stays where he is put, and the only surprise from Alleine is that it turns out he can sing. He has a beautiful singing voice, and passes some of the time by practicing long, lilting, slightly eerie ballads from his home. It's clear they're not being sung wrong -- the notes used are just slightly different than what anyone else on board would have expected.

Freyja listens with fascination, careful not to interrupt. She takes the time to record them, wondering if she could try picking the tunes out on a pianoforte sometime... they're hauntingly lovely to her. She lets the Sith lord know she's recording, one time after he's finished. She hopes he doesn't mind? She really likes his singing.

Alleine is terribly embarrassed, "Forgive me, lady, I hope I did not offend. I was not trying to do anything unpleasant or displeasing -- merely passing the time." When Freyja manages to get him to believe she liked it and it was fine, he seems somewhat shy about it, "It was not a skill people around me recently have valued."

Freyja says sincerely (and a little sadly), "That's a shame. I think culture and creativity are some of the first and most unfortunate casualties of war. Personally, I adore dancing... but you don't get much chance to do that during war either."

Alleine smiles a little, shy smile, "True," and lapses back into quiet, thoughtful silence. He watches Vakkal watch him, and is very sure not to do anything which could be misconstrued as dangerous or threatening.

Dantooine is a remote world, mostly agricultural and with a few cities. There is only one modest-sized spaceport, located in the capital city. The planet is guarded by large warships and orbital defense systems, all of which leave the Platinum Eclipse alone, as the ship is expected. There are delays in landing, but they seem no worse than any other semi-rural spaceport. The ground crews appear normal enough, and treat the new arrivals with quiet respect.

Freyja looks around with great interest as they land, and is careful to be quick, concise, and polite on the comm. To the others she says, "Shall we leave Kalatis aboard until we've spoken with Sith Lord Methel-ssa?"

Fhazil says, "Probably a good idea. Perhaps the same with our other guest as well. You might ask him if he wants to go out at all... it might be bad for him to do so."

Freyja says, "Well, Methel-ssa did promise to keep them both safe, and if we spend any amount of time here I imagine being stuck on the ship might get old for them." She grins, adding, "Besides, someone's got to keep an eye on Kalatis while we're gone."

After landing, a trio of customs officers, all human, and a pair of armed and armored guards arrives and waits outside the ship's ramp. Freyja takes a moment to push her fiery-gold hair back behind her ears and into a semblance of order -- it promptly cascades in a tumbling, wavy mane down her back and past her hips -- and heads for the ramp. She smiles, greeting the customs officers, "Heiyo."

Fhazil keeps up with Freyja, smiling at the customs officials and saying, "Hello, gentlemen... is there anything we can do for you?" Vakkal comes down the ramp and watches from behind, looming deliberately.

One of the officials asks, "Are you," and pauses to look at his datapad, "Zero Satau, Freyja Rigg, and Fhazil Taas?" He looks nervously at the watching Khar Velosi.

Freyja smiles, "Hai, those are our names." She's curious... she'd have thought the hierarchical Sith would be more honorific-intensive. This should be quite the interesting cultural experience, she thinks cheerfully.

The official says, "Welcome to Dantooine. You have been granted diplomatic visas at the request of Lord Methel-ssa. If you will each sign and thumbprint the datapad, I can give you your IDs. We were not aware you had extra staff, so those IDs will take a little time to prepare."

Freyja nods interestedly, watching, "All right. The Sith lord Methel-ssa knows we are transporting two prisoners, which she has agreed to keep safe for us while we are here." She waves a golden hand towards Vakkal, adding, "This is my huskarl of Haus Rigg, and Soulguard, Vakkal of Balmorra."

One of the junior officials makes notes on her data pad, then quietly asks, "Excuse me, what species should I fill in for you, sir?" Vakkal tells her, then makes sure she has the spelling right. The junior thanks him and works at her pad.

Freyja grins quietly, watching, then adds thoughtfully, "We would like to take the prisoners with us when meeting Lord Methel-ssa. They, um... require some explaining. We understand if that will require more time for preparation."

While this goes on the senior official gets signatures and thumbprints from Freyja, Fhazil, and Zero, giving each of them a flexible plastic card with their arrival date and other information on it. He explains, "You have been granted quarters in the diplomatic section on the edge of town. Any cab or shuttle can take you there. Just present your card and they will be able to get the correct address."

Freyja blinks, fascinated. They have a diplomatic section of town? I wonder who's there?

Zero gives his print silently, then nods politely. "Thank you very much."

The third official, somewhere in rank between the other two, says, "That is highly unusual!" at Freyja's comment, but is shushed by the first, who says, "Let us get their names and get them provisional ID." The junior-most asks, "May I have their names, genders, and species, please?"

Freyja nods, "Watcher Manishsha, male Kushiban. Former Republic senator Kalatis, male Rodian, and Alleine, male Massassi."

Zero is a little amused it's on the edge of town. Were it him, he thinks, he'd want them right in the heart of the place... where it's easiest to keep an eye on them.

Freyja grins amusedly at Zero, Hai, I also... and to keep from having a diplomatic incident, were the manuses to strike a bit close to the town.

Vakkal replies, Not sure. On other Sith worlds they often put all the government offices to manage things in one place. Perhaps they've done that here.

After asking for spelling on "manishsha," "massassi," and "kalatis," the official works diligently at her datapad. The senior asks, "While Mai works on these new IDs, is there any others you need, or any other questions you may have?"

Freyja says, "Neh, that will be all the IDs we need." She considers, then asks, "How does one go about gaining audience with the Sith lord?" She concludes, while watching the somewhat twitchy humans, they must be locals. She looks curiously at the armored guards, wondering if they're Sith.

The official says, "Someone at the diplomatic compound will be able to help you with that. When you arrive there you will need to stop at the central office. Make your request there, and they should be able to assist you."

Freyja nods politely, "All right, and thank you." She adds to the others, We should find a place to stay before we try moving the other two. Should one of us stay with them for the nonce?

The guards are clearly human. Their light armor does not hide this, nor does it hide their attentiveness. They look more than competent enough to deal with any stray mugger or minor thief, but they wouldn't stand a chance against even one of the Jedi or Sith aboard the Platinum Eclipse.

Zero replies, I can stay. I don't think anyone will be trying anything, but just in case...

Mai's datapad feeps quietly, then prints out four additional ID cards. She says, "Here are the temporary IDs. Come by Customs any time tomorrow to pick up the permanent copies." She smiles and hands Vakkal his, Manishsha his, and lets Vakkal take charge of the other two.

Freyja says, "Thank you."

Zero nods, "Very good."

Fhazil replies, No, let's not break up the triat. Vakkal, could you stay?

Freyja nods mentally, Having someone stay would probably be best, hai.

Vakkal replies by asking, "Manishsha, would you mind staying here and keeping an eye on things until we have our quarters straightened out?" He also gives Fhazil a mildly dirty look. The Kushiban says, "Perhaps that's a good idea. Come back as soon as you know, or call me on the comm with word."

Freyja laughs quietly, Ah, that would be even better!

The Customs official says, "I believe our work here is done. Welcome to Dantooine. Will there be anything else?"

Freyja says, "I don't think so." She looks around thoughtfully, then smiles, "Thank you for your time. We'll just follow the usual procedures for ship logistics."

The official smiles and says, "Good day, then," and they turn and leave. The two guards settle in next to the ship's ramp, unasked. Vakkal catches some of the conversation between the customs officials as they wander off -- he winds up staring and blinking stupidly. Then he blushes.

Freyja gives him a curious mental query? She can hear the junior-most girl is talking to the others. The middle, stick-in-the-mud type reproaches her, and the senior simply looks resigned to her silliness. She laughs clearly, but Freyja can't make out the words. Zero and Fhazil can't even get that much.

Vakkal sends back, I think... I think that girl thought I was cute. He sounds incredulous.

Zero hms. Stranger things have happened.

Freyja grins at Vakkal and ruffles his fur affectionately, Well, you are, silly! Then she curiously asks the guards, "Are you required to stand duty here?"

One of the guards says, "Yes, ma'am. Standard procedure for all arriving diplomatic ships. Anything you need you're welcome to get, but we'll be keeping anyone but you or your staff away."

Freyja smiles, "Ah. Thank you." She turns to her friends, "Well... shall we go find a place to stay, then?"

Fhazil asks the guard, "Are there a lot of diplomatic ships arriving?" The guard answers, "Some, sir. This is the central government now, and all the outlying towns send people here for petitions, meetings, and other work." The second guard adds, "Few groups from off-planet, but occasionally. Usually much more fearsome looking."

Freyja gives the guard a curious look, "Central government for what, please? Oh -- for the planet?"

The guard nods, "Yes, ma'am. One of the things the Sith have done since they arrived is to centralize everything, and streamline a lot of the procedures."

Freyja says, "Really? What have they streamlined?"

The second guard says, "Anything that you'd do with the government." The first adds, "Yeah, lots of things. Medical care, taxes, um, transport licenses... uh... buying and selling property. Used to have to deal with the local government and the central one, and it could be very confusing. This has been lots clearer."

Freyja nods thoughtfully, "Interesting." She adds quietly to Fhazil, Can you call a speeder on your datapad here? She also wonders, I can't tell... do they seem happier about this, or neh?

Fhazil replies, Uh. Maybe. He pulls out his datapad and works at it for a moment, before replying, Yes. The directory is very clear.

Freyja gets a slow, vaguely perplexed look. Guys... I... I'm getting the strangest feeling. Make a triat with me, please? The others can feel her slight but growing sense of horror -- as well as her recognition of the cause of it -- a subtle, soft pressure in the Force that lies across the subconscious like a gentle warmth, like a sunbeam on a lazy afternoon, saying, 'relax... calm... happiness...' It subtly exudes that sensation against her natural feelings; it is not a 'Light' feel either. It's not very Dark, but there's a slight bad 'taste' to it -- sort of a drugged feeling, instead of a naturally happy and relaxed one.

Zero frowns, glancing toward the city. I've never heard of mind control on such a large scale before.

Freyja murmurs worriedly, Nor I... as she tries to trace the Forced sensation.

Fhazil replies, Isn't it kind of like battle influence, except for happy? And... couldn't a Lord do a whole planet?

Freyja says firmly, Neh, it is not! Battle Influence affects only enemies, and seeks to prevent us from having to fight. It doesn't drug the innocent! -and hai, I guess a lord could. Wouldn't it be quite the constant energy drain on them, though? Doing this for one battle usually drains me.

Fhazil replies, This is trying to prevent a fight, in a different way. And that can go over a huge area, can't it? Still... very odd thing to find. Very subtle. Quite Methel-ssa if I don't misremember her.

Zero adds, The art of Battle Meditation is said to discourage one's enemies and bolster one's allies on a vast scale, enough to influence the outcomes of entire wars. But... that art is so rare as to be almost lost... and I've never heard of a Sith possessing it.

Freyja eyes Fhazil sternly, Ethically this is not the same, sweetheart. There's a difference between bringing confusion to the enemy during a battle... and mentally enslaving people you're supposed to be caring for!

Fhazil replies, Oh, ethically it's worlds apart, yes! But the effect of changing how people feel, and the large scale -- those seemed kind of similar. It would be a very good reason to give Methel-ssa another chance to rule a planet, if she had this talent and others did not.

Freyja sighs quietly, Hai. What a shame if that is the only reason, though.

Freyja notices in passing the guards seem open and friendly, not hiding anything as they talk -- merely making conversation with these new visitors, and answering their questions. They are trained professionals, so aren't likely to say anything they shouldn't, but don't seem at all uncomfortable about anything that has been asked. Dryly she notes to herself it's highly unlikely the poor things could say anything bad, at this point! She takes a moment to shield her friends from the effect, then continues carefully trying to trace it.

Freyja adds, a long and considering moment later, It's coming from that way. To the guards she pleasantly asks, "Is the government compound off in that direction?"

The second guard replies, "Yes, ma'am. Have you got a ride coming, or would you like us to call one for you?"

Freyja smiles, "Neh, thank you, we have one coming. Mostly we're just curious -- it's our first time here."

The guard says, "Ah! Well, it's a beautiful place. Lots of untamed land, and challenges for the people here who farm it. There's some natives too, but you won't see them in the city at all."

Freyja looks interested, "Challenges to farming? Would that be the local wildlife, or the Sith?"

The guard says, "Oh, the Sith haven't bothered the farming any. They've bought all the food that the farmers can bring in, actually. Business hasn't been this good in a long time." The other guard adds, "Farming's just hard work, with risks from wildlife and poor weather."

Freyja blinks, increasingly surprised, "Poor... weather? Are the weather satellites not working?" She adds curiously, "There are weather satellites here, neh?"

The first guard says, "Dantooine hasn't got any. They're expensive, and with only a few farmers here, nobody has felt it worth the money." The second guard nods, "The farmers aren't that excited by them either. My Dad says they might be good, and they might be bad. It might change what crops can be grown."

Freyja says, "Oh." She sounds a bit surprised, but then simply smiles, "I understand -- technology is such a mixed blessing sometimes, hai?" She looks up, adding, "Ah, there comes our speeder, I think. Thank you for updating us on Dantooine." She wryly adds to her friends, I'll just bet the Sith bought all the incoming crops. Considering the starvation they were having trouble with in past years, I'm surprised they didn't confiscate them!

The second guard smiles winningly, and the first says, "No problem, ma'am. Enjoy your stay. We'll look after your ship here, no worries."

Zero adds softly, "On such an open and gently-rolling planet as this, wind and thunder can be terrifyingly destructive. Dantooine farm and plantation houses often use the landscape itself to shelter them. Generally they build directly into a hillock or mound, and build the house under it with a small ship access on top, doors at the ground level, and an open-ceilinged hallway to circumscribe the rooms inside. It's actually quite elegant."

Freyja nods thoughtfully to Zero, "Makes sense. Much of the Balmorran forests were planted deliberately to prevent that issue."

Zero says, "The same concept is in use in the outlying agrarian parts of Sedrak. We aren't shy about co-opting good ideas."

The landspeeder pulls up to the ship, and the driver -- a short, overweight, balding human -- calls out, "You send for transport?" He looks impatient.

Vakkal replies, That doesn't make happy colonists, confiscating their crops. These fellows seem pretty satisfied with their lot here.

Freyja gives Vakkal an amused glance, Well, firstly they're not farmers, and secondly I don't think they're capable of thinking other than good thoughts. She shudders slightly, enormously disturbed by the concept of everyone's minds being constantly, subtly violated.

Freyja says to the driver, "Hai!" She waves, then steps lightly into the speeder, "We did. We'd like to go to the diplomatic section of the town, please?"

The driver says, "I'll need to scan your IDs before we can leave." Freyja shows hers to the driver. Her mental state is a bit perturbed... not only is everyone being manipulated mentally, but they can't go anywhere without their 'papers'?! Zero also displays his card.

Once the speeder driver has scanned all four IDs and the computer checks out that the four are in fact cleared for the diplomatic quarter, he sets a course and starts flying the speeder that way. He comments, "We all thought these IDs were going to be a huge pain, but they've been great!" Traffic in the city is light, and progress through the downtown core is quick.

Freyja murmurs dryly, "Hai, I imagine you'd feel so..." Then she sighs, mentally curbing herself. Neh need to be snide to the innocent victims.

The driver looks askance at her, "What? We've had less problems with fare-jumpers, less problems with criminals wandering the streets, and getting clearances to go places like the diplomatic area is much faster. We'll be cleared before we get there, and I'll be able to drop you right at the door."

Freyja smiles pleasantly and silently at the driver. Zero makes a mental note. If the kath hound population is suddenly quiescent, then he should really start to worry. Freyja gives Zero a curious query -- what are kath hounds?

Fhazil breaks in, making polite speeder-driver conversation with the man, asking how business has been ("Great! Things in the city are really picking up!"), and about the most interesting passengers he's had ("Well, the big furry guy there's pretty close, but I've had some pretty interesting types come in to this diplomatic area. Most interesting was probably the Hutt... had to clean the cab afterwards..."). As are most cab drivers the galaxy over, this one seems quite loquacious and quite willing to talk about anything or everything, with some energy.

Zero replies, Large quadrupedal canine predators. Pack hunters. Very vicious.

Freyja grins at Zero, Ah, like the ones on Garqi? She blinks at the cab driver's comment, asking, "There are Hutt visiting here?!" She worries quietly... the Sith and the Hutt combined would be a dangerous force indeed.

The driver nods, and says, "Apparently so. Can't remember his... if it was a him... name, though... some horrible thing that sounded like a gastrointestinal disease." Freyja snickers in spite of herself.

Zero shakes his head. Not exactly. More mammalian, but similarly vicious. They show a tendency to be belligerent simply for the hell of it. So as I said... if they've suddenly become good neighbors, we should start to worry seriously for our safety, to say nothing of the local biome. Freyja nods quietly to Zero, falling worriedly silent again.

The driver slows the speeder, and lets it hover in front of a security gate. A scanner swipes over the cab's ID, and the gates immediately whoosh open. Kicking the landspeeder up to speed, the driver says, "See? So much faster!" He pulls around to the main entrance and asks, "This good, or do you have a specific building?"

Freyja says, "Neh, we're looking for a place to stay here, so we don't have a specific building in mind." She glances back at the gate, wondering if the entire city is now so fenced in, and asks, "Is this a large section?"

The diplomatic center is not an impressive place. It has a tall fence around it, with turrets on towers at the corners and midpoints. A clear space, about as wide as the city street, sits inside it, with several buildings. The main building is square-ish, about five stories high, and the others cling to the sides of it like limpets. They look to be rather quickly built, but are good sized. It's clear this covers more than several city blocks.

Freyja winces mentally, Good goddess, do the diplomats realize they're imprisoned here?! Zero hms.

The driver says, "Oh, okay then. They'll get you straightened out here." He points to the main entrance, then adds, "Eh, it's not so big. I think they closed two or three streets to build it, so it can't be more than four or six square blocks. Not like the old Palaces downtown. Those things're huge! You have the time, you might take the tour."

Freyja nods silently again, looking around. Fhazil also looks about, and replies, Imprisoned, or protected? The guns point outwards, after all... It's a subtle distinction.

Zero simply observes, 180 degrees isn't very far to go on a pintle mount.

Freyja says, "Er... do you take Republic creds here?"

The driver says, "Sure, if that's what you've got. But your fare is covered by your cards. The office'll bill the bigwigs here, and it'll be taken care of. Another good thing from the IDs."

Freyja steps out of the speeder, thanks the driver and firmly pays him, then stands with her hands on her slender hips, looking around. Hai, Zeriza is correct. She sighs, flipping a few fiery-gold curls back, and squares her shoulders, "Well... let's get on with it."

Zero adds, Not to take sides. My point being simply that a weapon -- or a prison -- like the Force, it is simply what one makes of it.

Freyja murmurs, Hai. Then she decides on a building to try, and strides for the door determinedly. She may feel disturbed here, but they have work to do.

Inside, the buildings are nice but not ostentatious; nicer than they look from the outside. The floor in this lobby is large flagstones, the walls smooth with wood accents and brightly polished metal fixtures. The large lamp in the center of the high ceiling is not ornate or gaudy, but does look attractive and more than simply functional. The whole place seems to be built with that thought in mind -- effective, attractive, and not ostentatious. There are a bank of lifts, some hallways, a couple of doors, and a man wearing a blue uniform standing behind a large desk. A guard stands next to the door they entered through.

Freyja says, "Heiyo, we're looking for a place to stay in the diplomatic quarters. Could you direct us to the proper authorities for that?"

The man behind the desk smiles, "I can certainly help you with that. May I see your ID cards please?"

Freyja raises an eyebrow, wondering if there's anywhere on this damn planet where she won't hear that, as she offers her card again. Maybe the kath hounds won't demand ID before attacking? That'd be nice.

Zero murmurs, If it were up to them, you wouldn't know they were there until you were missing a leg. Freyja grins quietly, trying to cheer up a bit.

After the growing-familiar ritual of having the ID card scanned, the clerk works briefly at his terminal, then says, "Lady Freyja Rigg, Lord Fhazil Taas, Lord Zero Satau, and Lord Vakkal Rigg. We have rooms ready for you. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

Freyja blinks again at the sudden change in honorifics, but simply replies, "We will need rooms for possibly up to three more."

Zero arches one white eyebrow. Oh, I'm sorry. Clearly you have the wrong Zero Satau. Freyja grins quietly at her companion, as he adds, Compliment him on his choice of dashing and exotic nomenclature when you see him. She laughs quietly -- then ahems, and covers that.

The clerk says, "Yes, Lady. Would it be acceptable if they were across the hall from your current rooms, rather than adjoining?"

Freyja thinks about that... then says cautiously, "Perhaps we should see them first, before deciding." She's not sure she wants Kalatis anywhere much out of arm's reach.

Fhazil smirks, and sends, What, you prefer 'The Son of The Devil' to 'Lord'? I'll make a note to tell your Mom when I meet her.... Freyja grins, but waits for the clerk without giving in to the urge to tease her lovers.

Zero glances sidelong at Fhazil, You think she doesn't enjoy her epithet? You should hear what they call my father.

The clerk says, "Of course. One moment." He works at his terminal for another moment, then says, "I can see you to your rooms now, unless there is anything else I can help you with?"

Freyja nods, "Now would be fine, thank you."

At the press of a hidden call button, a young man comes out from the office. The clerk hands him a clipboard, which he looks at. He smiles, "Follow me, please," and leads them to the elevators. The rooms are on the third floor and have a view of one of the guard towers outside. Two men can be seen in it, waiting and watching.

Freyja frowns, standing by the window in one of the rooms with her arms folded. She's used to guards everywhere... but not so incredibly obvious! She sighs, turning away, "Well, let's see these rooms." She goes through them methodically, with an eye towards making one of them escape-proof. As long as that works, and one of them is large enough for the four of them to cuddle up comfortably, she's happy.

The rooms are satisfying in every way. They have large, comfortable beds, which should be able to hold the Triat and Vakkal, and each has a private bath. There is a dresser, a closet, a comm unit/entertainment center, several cushion seats, and a small desk. Making a room escape proof, however, is not immediately visible.

Freyja nods, looking at the young man who escorted them here, "These should be fine, and thank you." Although they're not suitable to hold Kalatis, unfortunately. Let's hope Methel-ssa will take him in tow. "Could you tell us please how we petition for an audience with the Sith lord Methel-ssa? She knows we will have two prisoners with us."

The young man tries not to stare at the beautiful, golden woman before him -- he says, "Uh," and swallows. He then adds, "You can ask at the desk, or you can put your card in the comm and see if it will let you schedule something. If she's expecting you, you should have permission to make a request."

Freyja nods, utterly oblivious to her effect on the young man due to her present discomfort, "All right." She looks around bemusedly, then swipes the card through the comm on the clipboard the young man is holding. The young man looks rather startled and simply hands the clipboard to her, then steps back and lets her do her work. The scheduler does allow her to request an audience with Methel-ssa -- late tonight or tomorrow morning. It wants to know which is preferred. Freyja looks up at the others, "Audience late tonight or tomorrow morning?"

Zero says, "Up to you, dear."

Fhazil says, "As soon as possible would be best for me." Vakkal nods.

Freyja murmurs absently to the young man, "Thank you," then nods a touch grimly to Zero, "Sooner we can get out of town, the better, I'm thinking. I know there's a group of rebels on Dantooine, so hopefully that means this mental drugging effect doesn't extend outside the city." She tries for the late night audience.

Zero says, "The praexeum was, as I recall, out in the middle of positively nowhere. That may be having an effect of its own."

Freyja sighs quietly, "Hope so. This is really unpleasant."

The comm is happy to make the appointment, and confirms a room number in the diplomatic complex. If the numbers are anything like sensible, it should be easy to find. It is happy to make this information available to a datapad. Freyja looks confused, "A... room number in the diplomatic complex. Er... is this where we meet the Sith lord, instead of the government buildings?"

The young man says, "Um. Yes, Lady. These are the government buildings."

Freyja looks up at the young man, "You are saying we are currently in the government buildings? I was given to understand they were in the center of the city. Is this not the case?"

The young man shakes his head, "Those are the old government's buildings, ma'am. Most of them are open to the public now, and they run tours. They're quite something. They do use some of them as offices because they're so conveniently located. The bulk of the new planetary government is run from this complex now."

Freyja raises an eyebrow, "I see. That explains the prevalent and well-armed guards in the walls." She considers a moment, then says quietly, "Well... it takes courage to run the city from its edge -- especially with rebellious people still around." She makes note of the room number, then hands the clipboard back with a polite thank you.

The bellhop says proudly, "This is one of the safest places on the planet to work! Please don't hesitate to call the front desk if you need anything!" He beams at her, then makes good his escape.

Freyja shakes her head slowly, watching him leave... then says quietly to her friends, "The mental drugging effect came from this area." She sighs again, adding, "We have until late evening. Shall we go get some fresh food?"

Soon, a different but equally chatty landspeeder driver tells the party, "Oh, I know just the place!" and whisks them off to an out-of-the-way local restaurant. The ambiance is very pleasant, the tables comfortably low, and the food filling and full of unusual flavors.

Freyja sighs, relieved at getting to use normal furniture again. The fresh food doesn't hurt any either. She has maintained shielding for her friends, but occasionally 'touches' to be sure the effect she sensed is still there.

The other patrons in the restaurant seem happy and at ease, but most of them have just come off a day of work, and are eating in a pleasing place. The decor uses a lot of wood and natural materials, and feels relaxed and at ease. The waiter is friendly and explains what the native dishes are.

Partway through the meal a family-like group is seated at a nearby table. They consist of two women, a man, and two little girls. All are wearing trousers, long-sleeved shirts, and a belt pouch. The littler of the two girls sees Vakkal and stops, staring open-mouthed. One of the women shoos her on, saying, "It's not polite to stare." Vakkal can hear, "But he's a big doggie!"

Freyja grins quietly at Vakkal, gently running one golden hand along his arm, You're still unusual here, I think, sweetheart.

Vakkal smiles and replies, Apparently so. No one has run in fear, either. That's a nice change from some of the places I've met Khar Velosi.

Freyja adds with a smile to the little girl, "If I understand correctly, 'doggies' are pets, hai? This is our friend, and a sapient, not a pet. His name is Vakkal of Haus Rigg on Balmorra."

The little girl looks up at Freyja with big eyes, "Oooh." Her sister -- they're obviously sisters -- says, "You're very pretty."

Vakkal says, "Yes, she is," and smiles, although without showing his teeth.

Freyja smiles at the little girl -- then grins a bit self-consciously at Vakkal's remark, "Thank you. Where are you from?"

One of the women was about to shush the girls, and stops when Freyja and Vakkal don't seem upset. The other woman answers, "Oh, we live just down the street. Have for several years now. We moved into the city after the last real drought and haven't left."

Freyja nods to the woman, asking pleasantly, "Are droughts common? Was that before or after the Sith invaded?"

The second woman says, "Oh, it was about four years before the Sith came -- almost ten years ago now." The first woman nods, "We hadn't met Wik here, and hadn't settled down so much. It was a tough time for us."

Freyja tilts her head and says curiously, "You are sisters? Wik is your paramour, and the children's biological father?"

The women introduce themselves: the first is called Yrel, the second Iyla, and the fellow is Wik. The younger girl says, "My name is Tani, and this is my sister Deedee. She's a meanie!" Deedee pokes her little sister and says, "Am not!"

Yrel adds, "Iyla and I were lovers when we came to the city, and we met Wik here. He is both girls' sire, and I am their biological mother."

Freyja grins ruefully, watching the kids and remembering her own sister... very different upbringing. She looks up at the adults and politely introduces herself as Freyja of Balmorra, Vakkal whom they've already met, Zero of Sedrak, and Fhazil of Ziost. She figures here of all places those diverse planets-of-origin won't raise much of an eyebrow.

They don't raise too much of an eyebrow, although Wik does say in a surprisingly soft voice, "You're a long way from home," to Freyja and Vakkal. "May I ask what brings you so far?"

Freyja grins, "Hai, on both counts. We're here for the peace talks -- we just got here before the Malice."

Zero nods politely at his introduction and adds, "The farther one goes, the more one finds to do."

The adults look back and forth at each other, and Iyla says, "Peace talks? I guess we haven't heard anything about that. Things have been pretty calm here for a while now."

Freyja smiles thoughtfully at the woman's comment, remembering only a few months ago one of the holo stations was temporarily taken over by rebels, "Really; how interesting. Do you hear anything about the rest of the Republic?"

Wik says, "Well... no... not really. We do get some general news and some entertainment, but mostly local news. I guess I hadn't really thought about it in a while."

Freyja smiles a touch grimly, completely unsurprised by that statement. "I take it you've not been out in the countryside for a while also?"

Yrel says, "We went and visited our clan just last winter. Why?"

Freyja asks curiously, "How did you feel out there? Any more or less happy than here?"

The adults consider, while the children grow restless. Tani keeps looking at Vakkal, and her sister keeps poking her. Finally Yrel says, "I don't know. It was good to see the family again. We had a very nice holiday. No trouble getting travel visas this year, either."

Freyja nods thoughtfully, "I see." I wonder if they can't remember well, as well? She politely changes the subject, "So on Dantooine families organize by clans, then? I take it you need a whole family to farm such a large expanse?"

Iyla says, "Usually several extended families form a clan, and then they farm a large expanse cooperatively. It's always good to be able to count on getting help with things as they come up, and your clan should always stand behind you there."

Freyja nods, making mental notes of the cultural norms of the planet. Good... sounds like extra hands are always welcome, should the group get stuck out in the countryside for a while. Zero thinks it sounds a fine system, and common to outlying agrarian areas. Practicality usually takes a high priority with agricultural communities. There's a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in.

Wik says, "The year before there was some trouble with the travel visas. We couldn't go see my family; they were very disappointed. I hope we'll be able to get to see them this year. They missed the girls."

Freyja smiles, "Ah, good luck then. Do you know what the trouble was?"

Wik says, "No... they told us something about attacks on travelers and outlying areas in that part of the world, and that it wasn't safe. They were very apologetic about it."

Freyja raises an eyebrow in interest -- apologetic Sith? Fascinating. She chats with the little family for a while, mostly just getting a good feel for what's considered normal here.

The meal finishes uneventfully, except for Tani managing to be unwatched for long enough to steal over and give Vakkal a hug. The startled Khar Velosi blinks and hugs her back, letting her whisper, "Nice doggie," into his fur. He shoos her back to her embarrassed mothers and smiles, hoping they know all is well. Freyja grins, deeply amused!

Later, after the pleasant dinner, Freyja makes sure Kalatis is cleaned up, then neatly restrained -- whether he wants to or not -- for the meeting with the Sith lord Methel-ssa. She has no intention of losing him in a Sith-mastered city, where Oathers are hated! She checks to be sure Alleine, Manishsha, and Vakkal have everything they need to be properly groomed as well... then she'll make sure she also is neatly dressed as a Balmorran Padawan. She knows Zero and Fhazil have everything they need, and will ask if they need anything else.

Zero simply plaits back his hair and curls it around his neck, wearing his hood up as formal occasion demands. He doesn't require much. Alleine very politely says that he is happy to go as he is, but that he would very much appreciate some clean clothes in a certain style. As this is not an unreasonable request, Vakkal and Manishsha find some for him. Everything else he's needed, the ship has been able to provide.

Freyja makes sure someone in the group is specifically guarding Kalatis as they go, so there's no chance of escape. Zero remains exactly two steps behind and one to the right of Kalatis at all times, his drawn hood shading his eyes. He doesn't speak, but despite his keeping his face carefully impassive, one is given the impression that if the Rodian attempted to escape, the little assassin would kill him by sheer force of will.

A cab -- with a sullen, quiet, slightly alcoholic scented driver -- whisks them back to the government building, and they have little difficulty finding the appropriate place.

Freyja looks around to be sure her friends are ready and properly shielded before opening the doors. She smiles with quiet warmth at her beloveds... then straightens with inner pride in them, turns, and opens the door. The doors open in to an anteroom -- a small waiting area to allow groups to gather and let them wait if a prior appointment is running behind. A smartly dressed human sits behind a desk, and looks up, "Lord Taas, Lord Satau, Lady Rigg, and Lord Rigg?"

Freyja says, "Hai, as well as Watcher Manishsha, Alleine, and Kalatis."

The man adjusts a list on his datapad and looks up. He says, "I am Lord Methel-ssa's administrative assistant. She is ready to see you. You may go in." He waves you through another set of doors leading from the anteroom. Freyja nods, glances to be sure her friends are all ready again, and strides quietly forward to open the next set of doors.

The next room is a large office. It has a low desk and cushions on the floor. Like the rest of the building, this room is nice without being overly ostentatious. Methel-ssa is sitting behind the desk, looking at a datapad. She looks up at the group's entry and watches them enter, setting the pad down. She gestures, "Please, be seated. Welcome to Dantooine. I hope everything has been made comfortable for you."

Freyja politely salutes the Sith lord the way she's seen Fhazil and Vakkal salute lords, "Greetings, honored Sith lord. Hai, we have been well cared for; thank you." She settles comfortably cross-legged on one of the cushions, keeping a casual eye on Kalatis and Zero. She's not sure she wouldn't strangle Kalatis herself if he tries to embarrass them here!

Zero bows politely, and waits for the Senator to sit first before seating himself, again behind and just to one side. Kalatis looks somewhat surprised to be sitting in front of a Sith Lord while still alive and breathing. Other than looking a little nervous, he sits quietly.

Alleine also sits quietly, at ease and correctly mannered for a supplicant before a Sith Lord. This is a drill he knows. Freyja waits for their host to speak, faintly relieved Kalatis is behaving himself. Not that she has any doubt Zero would deal with him... but she'd rather he not have to!

Vakkal stays near Freyja, and Fhazil sits as well, saying, "Good evening, Lord Methel-ssa. It is a great pleasure to see you again. I hope you are well."

Methel-ssa looks at Fhazil and smiles a little dry smile. She says, "All in all, I am well. I am pleased to see you too, Fhazil Taas, as foolish as that is of me. I'm not surprised you've fallen in with questionable people such as these." A casual gesture takes in Freyja, Zero, Kalatis, and Vakkal. She looks once at Alleine, looks at his posture and his clothes, and then ignores him. The captured Sith seems pleased by this.

Freyja grins quietly. If Zero even heard, he doesn't give indication. His expression is unreadable; his thoughts are silent, waiting, reactive.

The Sith Lord looks at Freyja, "And you, Jedi, the Padawan who insisted on checking on the health of her enemy, and who looked after these two in the hospital. I am not sure what to make of you at all. To hear Ghang has found and enlisted your help reassures me not at all." Methel-ssa's tone is not highly respectful of Lord Ghang, but not disrespectful.

Freyja smiles faintly, tilting her head inquiringly, "May I ask why, honored Sith lord?" She wonders idly what Alleine must be making of that tidbit of information -- that they walked into a Sith lord's lair to do a 'checkup' on her! Hopefully he'll find it reassuring.

The Lord considers, then says, "Lord Ghang has not always, to my eye, seemed to be the best judge of character. He has avoided any truly catastrophic things happening, but some of them only barely. Myself, I would be very careful of his 'good friends,' as I think he is himself."

Freyja says with quiet fascination, "Who are his good friends?"

Methel-ssa smiles a wicked smile, "I haven't been keeping track. They seem to shift... often. I have to wonder if Lord Ghang has any real friends, or merely allies."

Freyja raises an eyebrow... then imitates Zero, her expression unreadable. In a way she counts them fortunate -- this will be a small, relatively tame initiation into what they're likely to face in the political morass of Ziost. She remembers Ghang insisting he did indeed have friends... and sadly wonders again if any Sith lord truly has people they trust implicitly.

Methel-ssa settles back onto her cushion and adjusts something under her desk. She asks curiously, "Have you had a chance to see much of the city or of Dantooine yet?"

Freyja says, "Neh, Sith lord. We arrived, checked in through all the paperwork, and had dinner. After that we came here." She adds dryly, "The city seemed... remarkably calm."

The Sith Lord nods, "The city is calm. The damage from the invasion has been repaired; the people are fed and have jobs and things to look forward to in their personal lives. Our changes have stabilized, and people are beginning to see how truly beneficial they are for them. The cities are doing very well indeed."

Freyja takes a slow breath, centering herself and not letting her true thoughts show... then simply pulls on her aristoi 'face.' "Ah, that must be reassuring -- I'd not received that impression in our earlier discussion on the holovid."

The Lord watches Freyja carefully, then says, "I gather from your attempt to remain calm and unruffled that you do not approve of our methods. Should we not feed the people? Should they not be employed and productive? Would you be happier if they starved in the streets?" The questions are mild, but she watches Freyja, expecting an answer.

Freyja says calmly, "None of the things you've mentioned accomplishing are goals I could possibly disapprove of."

The Lord smiles, "Very well said. I hope you'll agree with our other goals of helping people produce and sell as much as they can, and of educating their happy, healthy children. We like happy, healthy children. They encourage happy, healthy, contented people."

Freyja murmurs blandly, "Indubitably."

The Lord says, "As you say, when last we talked things did not seem so well. The cities are reasonably calm, and this is very pleasing. There is, however, tension on the outskirts and in the country. We have hotheads who demand 'freedom' and who insist they would be happier under Republic leadership. Most of those just talk, and that is not so bad -- eventually they'll tire of talking. They'll either do something foolish and hurt someone, and we'll be able to resolve their agitation, or they'll grow tired and finally quiet. Either is satisfactory. The real concern is the guerrilla attacks we keep having. Those... those have been baffling."

Freyja says curiously, "What if the people truly do prefer Republic leadership?"

The Lord shrugs, "What if they do? They have ours right now. My goal is, bluntly, to keep it that way."

Freyja smiles, although it doesn't reach her eyes. "Well. Perhaps we should discuss the guerrilla attacks. May I ask why they are baffling, and if we may have any data you have on them?"

The Lord says, "They are baffling because they are impossible. We have little information because they are so deadly. Most of the attacks we know of are when a Sith staff member or Force user who works for us is traveling in outlying areas. They are attacked, apparently out of nowhere, and killed or at least vanish from all possible senses, including the Force. We have gotten a couple of blurry pictures an accompanying droid managed to send before it was damaged, but that is all. Some of the attacks we don't even know were attacks... the people simply vanished."

She continues, "It would be more tolerable if this is all it were." Freyja nods silently, listening. She's deeply sorry the manuses broke their oaths to come here. If they'd only gotten permission first, she'd firmly espouse their mission on Dantooine.

"However, this same kind of attack is now starting to happen at outlying points of infrastructure -- power generation, sewage treatment, that kind of thing. Nobody is left alive, and the equipment utterly destroyed. It's left small towns without power, or with raw sewage backing up in their homes for days or longer. And those emplacements are owned by the Sith government, but run by local staff members. They're killing people who're only doing their jobs, and only to help support other people. Whoever it is has decided that it is worth those lives to make more people unhappy with the Sith."

Freyja wonders idly if the Sith lord is telling the truth... but she's not rude enough to call on the Force to check. They'll find out soon enough as it is. "I see. It would seem, then, most efficacious for us to leave the city to find the cause of these attacks." She inquires politely, "I take it the mental drugging effect extends only over the city or cities?"

The Sith Lord says, "The fools are actually helping us look good, and don't even realize it. If it weren't so deadly and so expensive, I might not object so much." She answers Freyja's other question with, "The suggestion covers the entire planet, and both moons. It is a difficult thing to do, but we have found it very efficacious."

Freyja raises an eyebrow, "Surely it must be quite exhausting?"

The Lord replies, "Yes, it is quite tiresome. It takes several journeymen to keep the effect up all the time, and it requires a great deal of my energy to begin it again should it for some reason stop."

Fhazil and Vakkal both look quietly awed at this, but say nothing. Freyja tilts her head thoughtfully -- seems quite a bother to go to, to her... but then she's not much given to mind rape. She shrugs gracefully, "Well, it would seem best if we leave the city, then. If you would be so kind, we would greatly appreciate the blurry pictures from the droid, and times and locations of the attacks."

The Lord nods, "I can provide you with those. I can also pretty much guarantee you a way to get yourselves attacked, if that is what you want. I can't say I recommend it."

Freyja says, "I would be interested to hear your suggestion."

The Lord says, "Go outside a city and drive around slowly. I'll get you an official vehicle if you want -- even an armored one. Damp yourself and the Graysider there down, and let Fhazil then remain visible. An undamped Sithstain is apparently a foolproof draw." She adds, "As I say, I don't recommend this. It's foolish."

She adds, "Oh! An important thing... whomever it is that is doing this has lightsabers. Where they got them I don't know, but we have now found much property damaged with those clear cuts. They can pry open an armored transport like a tin can. Perhaps, since you have lightsabers of your own, you will do better than the innocents at a power station, or a low-level Apprentice."

Freyja dryly notes the emphasis on 'innocents' -- seems the Sith lord has done her research on Jedi. "What would you actually recommend, then?"

Fhazil sends quietly to the group, She's taunting us. Don't let her get you angry. He says, "Yes, Lord, what would you recommend, besides using me as bait and sending us to our deaths?"

Freyja sends back an unamused, How... considerate of her, to hold someone who would aid her in such high regard. She's not angry or upset... simply disappointed. That, and vaguely sickened by the choice of mind rape as a settlement tool.

The Lord says, "Tch, Fhazil. I would expect you to be smarter than that, even if I hadn't made clear how foolish I thought it would be. I honestly don't know what the best thing to do is. Try to predict where they will go and simply stake out a power or sewage plant? Try to find them another way? My staff here is, as you have noted, busy. We have had to let them have their way, and have made the best of it. It would be better -- for everyone! -- if we could stop it. How, I don't know, or I would. I would even call an air or missile strike if I knew where they hid. I can get those tools, and would use them... if I knew."

Freyja mentally reviews, while the Sith lord is rude to someone who wants to help her. Let's see... Colburth was in a dark, cold, apparently stone-walled room, with only a small vent way up high to let in light and air. Jedi -- especially manuses -- aren't builders, so we need to find what sort of local building or place might have rooms like that. Zero, do you know?

Zero thinks silently for some moments. A magazine or other sealed area. Bank vault, perhaps. Difficult to say at mere guess.

Freyja thinks, It'd have to be out of town, though, neh? Out in the countryside... maybe a grain storage area? What do they harvest here, do you know?

That I don't know; all manner of crops thrive in Dantooine's climate. It could be several things... but a grain silo is an excellent place to start, now that you mention it.

Vakkal suggests, Perhaps it's a basement, or a sewer or cistern. Perhaps a damaged place that hasn't been rebuilt, or a ruin.

Zero replies, Dantooine is sprinkled all over with cairns and ruins of unknown origin.

Fhazil sends, That's great news. Any particularly interesting ones?

Freyja thinks hard, trying to remember, then says slowly, I remember... damp, musty. Not stinky like sewage, but not really dry, like grain would need. That's what Colburth was feeling. She nods, pleased, Excellent -- that gives us a place to start looking.

As she ponders, Freyja studies the Hkkal Sith lord in silent fascination. She'd been debating with herself as to how to refer to Sith lords here. She'd been using the honorific 'Sith lord' so as to politely differentiate between the aristoi of Republic and Empire, but had wondered if it would be courteous to extend that differentiation to a world the Sith were currently holding. Considering the Sith chatelaine lord's behavior here... she's not sure she should bother worrying that much about courtesy, though.

Zero thinks for a few moments. There was a particularly large site near the praexeum, as I recall... and there are several "mound" structures -- underground chambers, one assumes -- sprinkled across the surface. There might be a few near the city. A city map would show them; the Jedi restricted travel in the sites near by them. Wildlife and unknown contents, and all that...

Freyja cheers mentally -- a nice place to go hang out and search, away from the comatose, drugged city? Capital idea! She considers a bit more, then finally says politely, "Honored Sith lord, I realize you and Sith lord Ghang do not see eye to eye, as it were. However, I did learn from him, and from Fhazil and Vakkal, that Sith lords of War appreciate brevity. May I speak freely?"

The Hkkal woman says, "Speak, Jedi Freyja. You have my attention."

Freyja considers correctly the Sith lord... then just grins mentally to herself -- bad idea! "You had mentioned being willing to keep two prisoners safe for us while we searched. Is this still something you can do?" She gestures gracefully, "Alleine has given his word of honor to be a model prisoner, so I think the room we have for him now would be fine. However, Kalatis is guilty of treason -- a fugitive who has shown a disturbing propensity to slip through the fingers of justice. He is also wanted by Sith lord Ghang. We would like him carefully restrained, if you could, please?"

Methel-ssa says, "I did say we could look after them for you. Our detention center is state-of-the-art. Both of them will be secure enough there." Alleine looks nervously at Freyja, but says nothing.

Freyja says politely, "And unharmed, hai?"

Methel-ssa says, "Unharmed, unmolested, kept fed, warm, and clothed. Only if they do anything foolish would that change, and as little as possible. Cruelty is not useful."

Freyja smiles, "I thank you, Sith lord. I have heard Sith lords of War are honorable, and so I appreciate your kindness." She pauses, then adds, "I had two other thoughts, if I may. First, I got an impression of the Sith lord for whom Fhazil worked on Marnaas... an impression which was born out by the few contacts I had with the Sith lord Methel-ssa then -- as a lord who was careful, diplomatic, honorable, and frugal in her resource usage."

She pauses, then says as quietly and neutrally as possible, "Has some great change occurred, either emotionally or in the Force, honored Sith lord, that you now feel you cannot depend on diplomacy rather than constant, exhausting blanket application of mind control here? And would that have anything to do with your apparent disdain for those who have offered to assist you in the dangerous situation you have out in the country side?"

Methel-ssa stares for a long, uncomfortable moment. She finally says, "This was not my preferred course, particularly in a situation as pleasantly calm as Dantooine is. If I have appeared to be disdainful or unpleasant to you, you have my apology. If you could do something about this curse upon Dantooine, I could perhaps lift the mind-control. My master insists it be in place until all serious insurgents are calmed, and these unfindable attackers have made it stay in place far, far longer than I would prefer, even were it not me having to maintain it."

She adds, "I have made clear to him my feelings on this, and he has made it painfully clear to me this is not a point to be discussed -- merely obeyed. Did I think I could surmount him, he would have been dead at my hand last time he were here -- but I am not that much a fool. So here I am, his servant and bound to his will. That too has made me unhappy, and if my irritation has been clear, I again apologize." It's clear these words are not something she is pleased to have to say, but she does say them.

Freyja remains unruffled under the stare, having already decided on the course of action she'd taken, as well as considering its likely outcomes. Instead she simply thanks the Sith lord as graciously as she can for the gracious apology. Then she thoughtfully adds, "It is Khon Shu Fan who insists on the mind control? Interesting. I take it you are not in favor of this choice... and that he does not visit often?"

Freyja's faintly relieved to hear that, oddly enough. Mind rape hadn't fit her mental image of Methel-ssa, first of all -- and secondly, she doesn't think she wants her and her friends to have to deal with cranky Sith lords visiting and making Methel-ssa cranky also. She is also fascinated, feeling a cool touch of the wyrd, in hearing it would be such an uncomplicated thing to Methel-ssa to simply dispose of another Sith lord. Is it that easy, socially, to do so?

Methel-ssa says softly, "Sometimes Lord Fan has something of a heavy hand. The suggestion being in place was the least he would do to try and thwart this latest round of attacks. I do not look forward to his giving up and demanding a mass bombing of suspect portions of the world, even if they are only lightly populated. Lord Fan doesn't care how many he kills, as long as he kills those who object to him. You might remember that."

Freyja's eyes widen slightly in revulsion and horror, and she wonders just what agreements Lord Ghang has with Lord Fan. A moment later she wonders fascinatedly if Methel-ssa wasn't so much poking fun at Ghang's 'friends' -- as warning what seemed to be Ghang's people that Fan was no friend of Ghang's! They'll have to pass that on to Ghang... just in case. A moment after that she hopes a touch grimly the callous Sith lord's daughter isn't the one the Dark Lord chooses. That much ruthlessness surely would not be good for the Republic.

Freyja says quietly and sincerely, "The honorable Sith lord Methel-ssa is too kind in sharing her information with us. I have nothing more to say, and unless my friends have questions I would be happy to withdraw and take up neh more of the honored Sith lord's time."

Zero shakes his head very slightly. Fhazil agrees, "Your help has been invaluable already, Sith Lord Methel-ssa. Thank you for seeing us." He thinks to the others, I have never heard her be so very unhappy. Fan must really have pushed her hard. He adds very softly, I hope we can help her.

Freyja nods silently, I agree, regarding Fan's heavy-handedness... and I also hope we may be of assistance, Fhaziza.

Zero reflects she must be intensely observant to so easily gauge Freyja's reactions... and yet her attempts at goading were transparent, almost laughably simplistic. Very strange.

Freyja nods a touch grimly to Zero's thought -- she was not pleased about that herself. She's going to have to do the inscrutable silent aristoi all the time around Sith lords, obviously. She says nothing, however, simply rising gracefully, bowing, then inquiring, "Would you like us to leave Kalatis with you now, and bring Alleine back before we leave tomorrow? If we do not return, we have left information for Lord Ghang on how we'd like them taken care of."

The Sith says, "Good night. You will have the data you requested by morning, and access to a vehicle. The front desk will be able to get it for you when you need it. As to the prisoners, that would be fine. You're free to simply leave them both here, and I'll see to it they're buttoned up nicely." Kalatis looks uncomfortable at this, and Alleine looks at Freyja again.

Zero stands slowly and bows politely again. Freyja thinks a moment, then says courteously, "If you do not mind, honored Sith lord, we will leave Kalatis and bring Alleine back tomorrow, then." She's not sure, but she gets the strong impression Alleine wants to say something, but can't due to where they currently are. She'll give him a chance to speak in private if he'd like.

The Lord says, "It's all the same to me. Have the desk send up the guard. They'll know what to do with him."

Freyja bows again, "Thank you for your great kindness, then, and good night, honored lord." She leaves quietly with her friends and Alleine, not speaking of the meeting until they're back in their rooms again, and Zero's given an all-clear.

Zero makes a sweep of the rooms, quickly, methodically. "It's all right now. Go on."

Freyja sighs and flops bonelessly down on the bed, "Whew!" She stretches long golden arms over her head, then sighs again and sits up. "All right. First order of business -- Alleine, did you want to say something? I didn't want to leave you until we were sure."

The captured Sith tries to be very diffident but his intensity shows as he says, "Lady Freyja... I am extremely uncomfortable being turned over to the Sith Lord's care." He looks nervously at the others, adding, "I have learned I can trust you. You have absolutely not lied to me, nor have you asked of me things I am uncomfortable doing. I do not think the Sith Lord will give me such even treatment."

Freyja nods thoughtfully, "All right. Why do you feel this is the case, if I may ask?"

The Sith says, "I don't have a good reason. I am fearful of being in a Sith prison. If they find out who or what I am... despite her promises, I would be dead. After all I have chosen to do so far... I would rather not have that happen."

Freyja frowns thoughtfully, cupping her chin in one golden hand, "Well... none of us have said anything, nor do- oh." She sits up, looking worried, "Kalatis, that blabbermouth." She gives Zero a concerned look, "How likely is he to blurt that out?" Almost immediately she shakes her head, "What am I saying... if he thought it would benefit him somehow it'd come out like a shot, wouldn't it?"

Zero says, "Without a moment's hesitation. He has elevated opportunism to an almost intuitive art form. If it weren't so oily, it would be impressive."

Alleine adds, "Someone might recognize me. I was terrified the Sith Lord had. If she did, she chose to say nothing. I worked for one who worked with her once."

Freyja sighs, cupping her chin in her hand again, "Well, Hela take it. So... what are our alternatives, if we can't leave Alleine here?" She stifles a snort of amusement at Zero's comment!

Alleine says, "I would stay here, or aboard the ship. Were I to leave, I would be left at the mercy of the good Sith Lord, and that is exactly where I'm trying not to be. And I gave my word."

Zero says, "When the official Republic delegation arrives he could request asylum."

Freyja says to Zero, "It's not arriving until the Malice gets here, though." She gives Alleine a curious look, "You'd rather stay here? Hm..." She looks thoughtfully at Fhazil, "Think she'll agree to that?"

Manishsha says, "He could request asylum now, actually, to a representative of the Jedi Order. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. He's been so little trouble; I guess I wasn't thinking along those lines." Freyja blinks at Manishsha, then realizes technically she could have done the same. Still... better to let the Watcher take on this one. It'd be safer for Alleine too, possibly.

Fhazil says, "I think she'll not notice. If we send her a note, 'We have made other arrangement for our other prisoner, and all is taken care of. Thank you for your kind assitance and offer,' then I doubt she'll think about it again. To the staff here he's just another guest."

Freyja brightens, "All right! Let's do that, then. Can you send the note, Fhazil? And is that all right with you, Alleine?" Curiously she adds, "Who'd you work with that had worked with her?"

Alleine says, "Thank you all for being so understanding. Would you like me to return to the ship or remain here? I am comfortable with either of those."

Zero steps off to one side to discuss dealing with matters of formality with the Watcher. Freyja says, "Oh, here would be nicer, I'm sure -- if nothing else the food and air is fresher."

Alleine answers, "My old Master," and names a horrible mouthful of a Massassi name which Freyja has not heard before.

Freyja blinks, then grins, "Whoa... and I thought my full name was a mouthful! All right... so is this fine with everyone, then?"

Fhazil nods. Vakkal looks suspicious, but nods. Freyja grins affectionately at Vakkal, What's worrying you, handsome? Zero is already discussing how to execute this plan most expediently with the Watcher.

Vakkal replies, I'm just concerned about how many things can go wrong. At the moment I'd rather trust Alleine than Kalatis, and it's not like he can strike at you while you're not here, so I don't have that much concern.

Freyja grins again, giving him a gentle mental hug, I don't think either of them will be much concern once we go out into the countryside. Want to take the armor along?

He replies simply, Yes.

Freyja nods, flopping back on the bed again, "All right, then! Is there anything else we have to cover before leaving tomorrow?"

Alleine shakes his head and says, "If you will excuse me, I will go to my room. Goodnight." He adds on his way out, "And thank you again."

Freyja smiles and calls after the Massassi, "Not a problem!" Fhazil climbs into bed and snuggles up with Freyja, sending a generally lascivious thought out over the link.

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