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Epoch Wren

It was the Twi'lek woman's assessment of the situation that finally brought Cedric to his senses. It was only then that the agent realized just why he had been sent here in the first place. It felt as if the temperature of the room had suddenly dropped ten degrees.

He was a pawn. An expendable. It didn't actually matter whether or not he retrieved Zara. He had been sent for the specific purpose of strengthening her cover and making her look like a fugitive on the run, and now Ced was royally screwed in about a thousand different ways if it inspired them to protect the heartless shell of his sister who otherwise may not have earned their full trust.
Again he had overestimated his value to Sith Intelligence.
Yet there was still an edge he had, a card he may be able to play, very carefully...

Cedric sighed through gritted teeth, his eyes drifting to the left. But this was the most he was going to reveal and his eyes centered back to the Twi'lek.

"Before you go on, might I make a few observations of my own? You are - and this is mere speculation, correct me if I'm wrong - not Je'daii, nor Sith. Your loyalties lie with your captain, not with either side of a war that you are only indirectly involved in. Thus you are an impassive observer to whatever happens with the 'mute girl' as you so succinctly put it. Am I correct in this assumption?"

This was crazy. Even crazier than revealing himself to an entire room full of Je'daii, even if it was the only thing he could have done at the time to save his hide. But maybe, just maybe she could help him out... and not expose his secret to Zara or Intelligence.

Pausing for a moment, he leaned forward.

"How good are you at keeping a secret, Dee?"

Nal Hutta - Cantina

well..now that we are all here..what shall we do..Dawson..if you were able to get the Imperial off our ship without him seeing Zara..you may be able to..get some answers...Zeltron's are known to be...persuasive she smiled a knowing smile at him and Zara..if you would be willing..I know Master Endar would like to ..well get to know you better...we need to get Logan back to Voss...well does anyone have a plan?


I don't know what they're trying to pull, but I don't trust them. Don't let them get us alone, who knows what they're going to do.

Dawson was rapping end of his chin with a finger pretending to be lost in thought at how to remove the imperial from the je'daii ship, but in reality he was trying to formulate a polite way to tell the je'daii to space off.

Right? Tell her you'll be accommodating.

The thought crept into his mind before he could completely finish putting together the plan he was to tell the group, he let out a sigh and finally spoke

"Indeed we are master of persuasion but here on nal hutta and even more plentiful on nar shadaa reside people who can get answers much faster than I could, or shall I say willing to use on someone of such little importance as a nameless imperial? Now I can arrange for local security to board your ship and take the man captive, and even extract the answers you seek, but I am a busy man and can not stay in one place long. I recommend that we board my ship before I give such an order and have a hyperspace coordinate plotted as it is executed. Zara is whether or not you all like it a part of my crew now, and that means it is my duty to see that no harm comes to her, easiest way to do that is be aboard my ship, you claim that your Master wishes to get to know her better? Bring him with you, As I said I and there for Zara are both very busy people, I need to pick up a load of glitterstim, an cadre of dancers, and several casks of fortified blossom wine. " he paused for a moment eyeing the contents of his second glass.

"There is my plan, you two join my merry crew atleast temporarily no offense your kind seem to be the expensive kind of trouble, I continue my business, and you can bond with Zara all aboard the first class accommodations aboard the Delirium." he gave in and lifted the glass to his lips downing the contents with two sips "Or I could leave the imperial aboard your ship, let you deal with him as you see fit, while Zara and I continue on to our next destination."

Epoch Wren


"How good are you at keeping a secret, Dee?"

De'avril brushed a lekku back casually as she raised one eyebrow... this was starting to get interesting! But how could she be sure the spy wasn't trying to play her? She didn't read thoughts like the others, after all... and yet, neither did he...

"I'm a smuggler." she admitted. "Secrets are my trade. What have you got?"

Nal Hutta - Cantina

...we can show you a richness beyond that of the Emperor's wealth...a beauty greater that the stars in the sky...we can show you what it is to free a people...the smiles as they join with their loved ones...we can give you the peace the light force brings...so much greater than the pain and anger the Dark Force lends...the choice is yours Zara...

This all sounded wonderful, and indeed, Corvin had experienced some of it himself recently, but he still had a few rough edges that needed smoothing out. "And before you roll your eyes and dismiss that as some kind of idealism or propaganda..." he said, making no efforts to speak softly himself, "Consider what the Empire has already done to us. There is so much pain in our galaxy, and so few left who can fight it. We can't be everywhere... and we can't save everyone. Yet."

Here his voice lowered, and his eyes showed the dangerous glint of a man who lived on the run most of his life, and who could have once been swayed to the dark side very easily had the Force waited any longer to guide him to Elyria as he said with morbid understanding, "Trust me."

With that he rose, the leaned down to pull the assassin's arm over his shoulder and lift her to her feet like an inebriated friend. It was clear that he was eager to leave as he looked between Zara and Elyria for an indication of what was to come next.

Epoch Wren

Cedric chuckled. "I figured you weren't the type to pass up a good secret," he said. But his face grew solemn as he looked the woman straight in the eye.
"You will not repeat this to anyone, especially not the Je'daii."
If the girl knew that he was onto her... Ced didn't actually know what she would do, but he didn't want to find out.
"Not much physical resemblance... she had always been the spitting image of her mother. But if you look closely at my eyes, you may see someone you recognize."
He paused for a moment, wondering if he should reveal anything further other than the fact that they were related.
"She's actually older than me; funny how genetics work. This is crazy... why am I telling you all this?" he muttered that last part while shaking his head, then continued. "She ran away when I was fourteen and I don't remember much about her, but I knew she was different from the rest of us... so different that her own mother was afraid of her. But even back then, she may have been 'troubled' but she was nothing like what she--"
His voice cracked and he covered his eyes with a hand for a moment. Shaking his head, he looked back up at the Twi'lek woman.
"Something happened to her, Dee. I don't know what it was. There is nothing left of the girl I used to know, and any sane person would turn around and stay away from her. But I can't just keep pretending she's dead like the rest of our family thinks. Not after seeing her like this. I... guess I just want to make sure that she's safe. Perhaps you feel the same way about someone?" he asked, giving her a knowing smile.