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01.26.2013 , 01:49 PM |
Lord Vizloch and Broan
"I was trained by my mother. She was trained by her mother, and her mother before her, and so on down our line," Lord Vizloch leant forward and picked up a small holocron, turning it over in her hand. "Our line has always had women strong in the Force - males born with Force sensitivity have been something of a rarity."
Broan looked over the top of his datapad, inquisitive but not intrusive.
"Hence why Ro-: why Lieutenant Windthorpe is not Force sensitive, my Lord?"
Lord Vizloch set down the cube, smoothed the skirt of her robe and smiled curtly.
"Come now, Lord Naught, I am fully aware of your relations with my son. You may refer to him by his given name in my presence," Broan nodded, hiding his slight unease with almost exaggerated respect. "And yes, Rochester's lack of Force sensitivity was not a surprise to me, though the extent of it was. However, we not here to speak of my son, no matter how often your thoughts may turn to him." She raised a brow and Broan was not sure if there was mischief or malice in her eyes.
"No, of course not, my Lord. My apologies."
"Indeed," Lord Vizloch lifted the holocron again, causing the red light inside to pulse. "Do you know why I decided to educate you in the Dark Side, rather than merely have you killed?" She smiled again, thin and cruel. Broan fought back a flinch.
"I should imagine, my Lord, to sabotage the sanity and state of Master Ashari. The same reason you sent her daughter to be trained by Darth Theli'a."
"Very astute, Lord Naught," The pulses of red light became brighter, their glow piercing the flesh of her fingers. "And just how long did it take you to come up with that idea?"
Broan set the dataslide aside and calmed his nerves.
"I must admit, I was... preoccupied for a while after arriving on Dromund Kaas, so my thoughts did not turn to such possibilities until all was settled," He shifted under her gaze, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his chair. "My Lord."
"And apart from your previous connections to dear, little Miss Ashari, why do you think I would have wanted a Jedi as my apprentice and not, say, my own daughter?"
Broan paused for a moment. He still knew little of Benedicta and nothing of her strength in the Force or her education.
"Her education is Imperial," He paused again, mulling over the idea and how to pursue it now it was forming, more words than thoughts. "Benedicta's education, her exposure to thoughts and ideas, if firmly rooted in the Imperial and Sith doctrine. From what I have seen of her, and from what Rochester has told me of her, she believes in raw power - subtly applied in some cases, but raw power nonetheless," He sucked in a breath, the cold air sharp against his teeth. "This view point of hers is at odds with your own - she does not naturally care for theoretical and philosophical matters. Indeed, she finds you reliance on technology and science to further your research into the nature of the Force to be..."
"Deplorable," Lord Vizloch offered, with a twinkle in her eye. "She thinks that the technology I use belongs only to pretentious Force-blinds with ideas above their station." She put the holocron aside and drank her wine.
"And you wanted someone without the standard Imperial indoctrination; I was merely convenient."
"Exactly," She smiled and refilled her glass. "Now, isn't it interesting to think that your partner has been taught his entire life to listen to every word of a Sith as if it were a command?"
Broan shuddered and downed his entire glass, filled it and drank again. Lord Vizloch smiled and gave a little shrug.
I don't... I don't understand you, Lord Vizloch? What are you doing?
Note: I'm going to shove this in as being before the fight that Broan and Rochester had. Yeah, that works.