Ibani nods in agreement with his plan, then gives the okay to open the hatch.
As she steps out, and before she uncloaks, she pulls her anger up, ready to wield it like the lightsaber that ignites in her left hand. But underneath that anger, where these hypocritical Jedi will never see it, burns a bright love and a desire to protect HER people. Ben, of course, but also the people of the Empire in a broad sense.
She ignites the lightsaber in her right hand as she drops the cloak and strides forward, the sound of her armored boots somehow unnaturally loud.
Nomar Organa's head snaps to her as soon as the cloak drops, and the other Jedi, a female Nautolan, follows his head movement only a moment later. "Darth Imperious," Nomar Organa says, moving his blue bladed lightsaber into a guard position. IF they are afraid, they do not show it in their faces or in the Force, for they are Jedi.
"Nomar Organa," Ibani replies, voice turned slightly metallic by the mask. "I'm afraid I don't know the name of your friend, there."
Then the Jedi both notice Ben. Nomar Organa meets Ben's eyes for a moment, and there is a sense in his face and in the Force that he is measuring Ben against some standard and finding him wanting. "I had heard rumors that you had seduced Jedi to your cause, Imperious," he replies, tone still as calm as ever.
"Seduced, really?" Ibani drawls and gives an eyeroll that is palpable in the Force. "Someone has been reading entirely too many holo-novels."
She's never seduced ANYONE, never mind Ben!
The Jedi are hanging back, cautious. Surprisingly cautious perhaps, considering how they outnumber their enemies!
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As she steps out, and before she uncloaks, she pulls her anger up, ready to wield it like the lightsaber that ignites in her left hand. But underneath that anger, where these hypocritical Jedi will never see it, burns a bright love and a desire to protect HER people. Ben, of course, but also the people of the Empire in a broad sense.
She ignites the lightsaber in her right hand as she drops the cloak and strides forward, the sound of her armored boots somehow unnaturally loud.
Nomar Organa's head snaps to her as soon as the cloak drops, and the other Jedi, a female Nautolan, follows his head movement only a moment later. "Darth Imperious," Nomar Organa says, moving his blue bladed lightsaber into a guard position. IF they are afraid, they do not show it in their faces or in the Force, for they are Jedi.
"Nomar Organa," Ibani replies, voice turned slightly metallic by the mask. "I'm afraid I don't know the name of your friend, there."
Then the Jedi both notice Ben. Nomar Organa meets Ben's eyes for a moment, and there is a sense in his face and in the Force that he is measuring Ben against some standard and finding him wanting. "I had heard rumors that you had seduced Jedi to your cause, Imperious," he replies, tone still as calm as ever.
"Seduced, really?" Ibani drawls and gives an eyeroll that is palpable in the Force. "Someone has been reading entirely too many holo-novels."
She's never seduced ANYONE, never mind Ben!The Jedi are hanging back, cautious. Surprisingly cautious perhaps, considering how they outnumber their enemies!