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Righteous indignation, perhaps, but there was no mistaking the fury in their eyes.
At first, you think them justifiably upset for Potkin’s blatant and unabashed breaking of the Jedi Code.
Then, you realize that it goes further beyond that.
The kind of anger they displayed was deeply <span class="mu-i">personal</span>.
Shadday Potkin had attacked the son of their beloved Alleana Gaelle with the intent to maim or kill him.
And that was justification enough for them to throw her away and slag the key.
>>Supreme Archon’s Office, Freedomspire, Serano Port
>>Amagi, Mylus System, Unknown Regions (H-3)
“Gaelle!” Keimann crosses the room in five great strides, then clasps his hands firmly with yours. “It’s good to see you.”
You return his grip with a firm shake and a grin. “The feeling’s mutual. Sorry if I’m barging in.”
“It’s no trouble. I was just about to take a break. Can I get you anything?”
“Tea if you have it.”
He pours himself a glass of what could only be alcohol. “That might take a few minutes. I can make you Slave’s Tea with what I have.”
Recalling the last time you had the beverage, you politely decline. “I don’t mind waiting.”
As it turns out, you don’t have to wait too long. Mern Ungtek emerges from a little servant’s elevator towards the side of Keimann’s office. The late viceroy’s daughter looks…remarkably domesticated in her candor and stride. Alas, it seems to come unraveling at a single look at the Supreme Archon’s guest.
Mern’s brow creases in confusion, then her eyes suddenly widen in recognition…and fear. With a frightened scream, she drops the tray she’d carried, spilling tea all over the floor as she frantically scrambles behind a surprised Keimann.
“J-jedi!” the teenaged girl stammers hysterically, pulling at Keimann’s uniform with a genuine panic. “Kaules, he-”
“Convinced Torok to spare you and your family’s lives,” you interrupt sharply. The warmth of reuniting with Keimann is quickly replaced by the dark thoughts of what her father had subjected Kristen to. “When he would’ve turned all of you into cubits of sizzling meat.”
…a rather un-Jedi-like thing to say, even if it is the truth. Admittedly hypocritical after you’d just left a meeting dealing with un-Jedi-like behavior, but it’s the lesser of two heterodoxies.
But the drama doesn’t last for too long. With a long-suffering sigh, Keimann gently plucks Mern’s hands off of his uniform. “He’s not here to hurt you. Mern…go take the rest of the night off. I’ll clean up the mess.”
That seems to do the trick. Mern’s eyes don’t leave you as she scurries away, like frightened prey evading a predator. The instant the door behind her closes shut, you can hear her sprinting away at full tilt. An impressive feat considering her high heels.
“I’m so sorry about that,” the Supreme Archon apologizes, genuinely contrite. “I didn’t think she’d react that way.”
(cont.)