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11.30.2012 , 01:58 PM |
Home Ec: Everyday intrigue
Scourge watched Coremi read, curled up at one end the couch with her feet tucked under her. When she was not training she was studying and seemed perfectly content to do nothing else. She absently traced the scar on her cheek with a fingertip, it had faded into a thin barely raised line, noticeable only if one knew it was there. Occasionally her brows would knit together in confusion and she would leaf through her notes pouting or chewing on her lower lip until she understood the text she was reading, then her face would clear the corners of her mouth curving upward in a self-congratulatory smile.
He brooded as he watched her, becoming so focused on her lips he did not notice when her eyes had turned to him. “Something on your mind, Sith?”
He stood and faced her, “I have a task for you. I am not certain you are up to it.”
She set her datapad aside and put her feet on the floor. He wondered why she was barefoot whenever possible as he watched her legs uncurl from beneath her, they peeked out from the dark robes she wore, pale, smooth, and shapely. He caught himself and turned away willing himself to focus wondering what was wrong with him.
“Members of the Dark Council are always seeking information about me, searching for weakness. Now more than ever it is imperative they find nothing. Throughout the years I have fed them falsehoods and conflicting information, but one has been stubbornly insistent on discovering the truth. Now he has a new angle with which he hopes to pry information.” He paused turning back to her, “You.”
He held up an invitation, “This is a gathering ostensibly created for young Sith to see and be seen. In reality it is an excuse for masters to send their apprentices to collect information about the plotting and interests of other Sith. Alliances are made and plans are subverted. Invitations such as this are one of the many reasons I never took an apprentice.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Why not just say no?"
"Declining is a sign of fear, a sign of weakness, if you do not show, they will all know you are my weakness." The words felt strange as they passed his lips. He stared into her eyes though she was looking elsewhere. When she glanced up at him she simply shrugged.
"So this Dark Council guy will send his toady to interrogate me at a party?”
“Something like that.” He did not like the way she never took anything seriously. “Nothing is ever as it seems, every Dark Council member will have several Lords and apprentices there, and some will send agents who belong to others. You must never let down your guard.”
“Let down my guard.” She repeated drily. “In a room full of Sith? Right. So who’s been digging for info?”
“Darth Vowrawn,” he began. “He is-”
“In charge of the Sphere of Production and Logistics, which sounds like he’s more of a domestic administrator but really he has a hand in everything especially the war effort. He is also the proud master of several not too bright apprentices including the well-meaning but entirely inept Lord Qet, the perpetrator of the hideous colossus that we can all enjoy while roaming the jungles of this fine planet. He’s a Sith pureblood and he seems really polite and cheerful, unlike some people.” She grinned at his scowl, “You didn’t think I’d agree to live here without learning the lay of the land did you?”
He glared at her but was pleased he would not have to walk her through the basics and sat back down, “You know names and perhaps faces but the connections run deeper, you must know all of them. Study this,” he handed her a datapad, “It contains the hidden associations I have been able to uncover. I will also tell you the things I want you to feed to Vowrawn’s agent. He must be the only one to whom you tell this version of our story, only then will he believe he has pried the truth from you. You will need to wear the appropriate clothing for a gathering of this kind.” He looked down at her robes, they were Sith but far plainer than anything a Sith would wear. It would be easy to mistake her for an acolyte, “We will have three days to prepare, a dress can be ordered for you in that time, and,” he paused looking down at her bare feet. “You must wear shoes.”
She frowned put her feet back on the couch and stretched out until they shoved up against his leg armor. She wriggled her toes at him and stuck out her tongue.
@bright Poor Wynston he of all people should know he can't save everybody, especially not Kaliyo. I'm really loving the Lodestone AU.
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