Nomar looks as old as Ben, but age doesn't mean all THAT much when it comes to Jedi. (Look at Master Yoda, for example!)
The place where the Force bends keeps moving, moving to try to position itself behind Ibani. Awww, someone's probably planning a backstab, how adorable!
The female Nautolan catches Ben's smile at seemingly empty space and she's suddenly taking him seriously, or at least more seriously than Nomar Organa.
"You've chosen the wrong side, Kenobi," Nomar replies in answer to his greeting. He's full of the calm, terrible, certainty that he's doing the right thing, the necessary thing for the greater good. Ben's life is just one more that must end to see justice done.
Damn it, Ben! This is why Ibani isn't sure if she should actually try to seduce you or not! Ibani stage whispers back, flirtation in her tone and the Force. "Missed a memo apparently. I could make it up to you later, if you like?"
The female Nautolan introduces herself, the light of her green lightsaber almost matching her skin. "I am called Kell Daree, Ben Kenobi." Ben can sense that she doesn't want to kill him, which is rather ironic considering just how many billions of innocents these Jedi are planning to destroy. "It is never too late to turn back to the light, brother, no matter how long you have walked with darkness."
"Flee this station, or perish," Ibani demands. "I have defeated your kind here before, and I shall again. I destroyed the former Emperor, a walking wound in the Force and the closest thing to a tangible god this galaxy has yet had the misfortune to know. You will spend your blood for nothing, if you stand against us."
Nomar's gaze at Ibani turns contemptuous. "The dark side leeches off the light like a foul disease. It's time someone cut this cancer out."
no subject
The place where the Force bends keeps moving, moving to try to position itself behind Ibani. Awww, someone's probably planning a backstab, how adorable!
The female Nautolan catches Ben's smile at seemingly empty space and she's suddenly taking him seriously, or at least more seriously than Nomar Organa.
"You've chosen the wrong side, Kenobi," Nomar replies in answer to his greeting. He's full of the calm, terrible, certainty that he's doing the right thing, the necessary thing for the greater good. Ben's life is just one more that must end to see justice done.
Damn it, Ben! This is why Ibani isn't sure if she should actually try to seduce you or not! Ibani stage whispers back, flirtation in her tone and the Force. "Missed a memo apparently. I could make it up to you later, if you like?"
The female Nautolan introduces herself, the light of her green lightsaber almost matching her skin. "I am called Kell Daree, Ben Kenobi." Ben can sense that she doesn't want to kill him, which is rather ironic considering just how many billions of innocents these Jedi are planning to destroy. "It is never too late to turn back to the light, brother, no matter how long you have walked with darkness."
"Flee this station, or perish," Ibani demands. "I have defeated your kind here before, and I shall again. I destroyed the former Emperor, a walking wound in the Force and the closest thing to a tangible god this galaxy has yet had the misfortune to know. You will spend your blood for nothing, if you stand against us."
Nomar's gaze at Ibani turns contemptuous. "The dark side leeches off the light like a foul disease. It's time someone cut this cancer out."