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last_kalligIbani is at a corner booth in Milliways, examining a tactical map of the Kurost sector of the Mid-Rim, specifically the Nanth'ri system.
She's half in, half out of armor, a look worn by many commanders in many worlds and many times. A look that suggests that the Commander was either interrupted en route to sleep or has given up on it entirely.
She has a small stack of holopads set out on the table, listing various groups and their locations, most of them are crossed out. The two on top are for a Major Bessiker and the Sith Hiran Bessiker, his son.
She'd hoped she would never need to enter the Foundry again, but events have conspired against her.
Her stomach sinks as she recalls what she's fairly sure will be Major Bessiker's last message to her or to anyone, that a group of fanatical Jedi had taken the Foundry. She's checked again and again, and there is no one she can send, no one she can spare.
If she can't find an answer here, she'll be going alone into what the data tells her MUST be a trap.
(OOC: dialogue in italics is taken from/adapted from Ibani's canon.)
She's half in, half out of armor, a look worn by many commanders in many worlds and many times. A look that suggests that the Commander was either interrupted en route to sleep or has given up on it entirely.
She has a small stack of holopads set out on the table, listing various groups and their locations, most of them are crossed out. The two on top are for a Major Bessiker and the Sith Hiran Bessiker, his son.
She'd hoped she would never need to enter the Foundry again, but events have conspired against her.
Her stomach sinks as she recalls what she's fairly sure will be Major Bessiker's last message to her or to anyone, that a group of fanatical Jedi had taken the Foundry. She's checked again and again, and there is no one she can send, no one she can spare.
If she can't find an answer here, she'll be going alone into what the data tells her MUST be a trap.
(OOC: dialogue in italics is taken from/adapted from Ibani's canon.)
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Date: 2020-08-08 02:30 pm (UTC)The word Jedi is meaningless right here and now, and not as applicable as he'd like it to be, but nevertheless.
"You should know by now that I would never hate you," he says warmly despite the smirk.
He could mean her specifically, but he's he's never found it difficult to let go of hate, in any direction.
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Date: 2020-08-08 02:47 pm (UTC)"I suppose in some respects I'm a slow learner," she replies with self-deprecating humor. "I haven't had all that many friends, and none of them have ever seen that side of me, before."
"Korriban makes monsters, or corpses." And that might prompt Ben to remember what the Force showed him, on Manaan. "That side of me is the price I paid for my survival. I justified my continued existence with the possibility of becoming powerful enough to make things better than they were."
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Date: 2020-08-08 03:16 pm (UTC)He covers her hand with his, lowers it slowly. "Come, let's get out of this place."
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Date: 2020-08-08 03:20 pm (UTC)She flushes slightly, but keeps a hold of his hand. "Yes, let's get out here."