2008-04-05 - Lunchtime on Coruscant

Clean white stonework opens into the a large circular crossing where wide bridges meet from the north and south. The center of this crossing has been set with large planters where a well-trimmed lawn is dotted with tiny red Pop Flowers. The long, lazy branches of several Droop Trees brush their tips against the grass, creating natural tents that provide shelter from sun and wind, and the center of the small park a cool pond is filled with Paradise Fish that dart like multi-colored blaster bolts through the water.
To the west, the circular crossing joins with a wide platform extending from the rear of the Hotel Gendaryll and its massive golden dome. This platform is half-covered with a canopy of some translucent silver cloth that twinkles and glitters like a starry sky. Beneath the canopy stands a bar of dark brown wood, polished and trimmed with gold. Small round tables have been scattered across this patio, and sumptuous culinary delights are served to guests of the restaurant by glimmering golden model C3 Droids.
Across the way to the east the crossing is barred by an array of transparisteel doorways set in the side of the tall, hammer-head shaped tower of silver. A large sign above the doors proclaims the tower to be The Coruscant Medical Academy and Treatment Center.
It is a rather sunny afternoon. It's warm, but the cool breeze keeps things comfortable for those eating outside here at the restaurant.
Tuil walks into the restaurant and speaks quietly with the maitre'd. They apparently know each other as they speak in a friendly manner and then the maitre'd claps his hands and a pretty hostess arrives to lead Tuil to a table in the open. The Jedi smiles and nods and then seats himself. He glances at the menu while waiting.
Playing catchup with her master, Deianeira paused. She's peers around after stepping in the door. "Now where'd he go?" she mutters in a low, but pleasant voice. She taps a foot a moment before pulling one of the waitresses over to ask her a question or two.
Wilhuff Tarkin strides into the restaurant area. Despite his imperious demeanor and flag officer's uniform, he somehow contrives to look fairly relaxed on this fine afternoon. He nods a greeting to Tuil and gives him a questioning 'mind if I join you?' sort of glance.
Tuil half rises in his seat and waves for Tarkin to sit down if he wishes. "My lord, greetings. It is a pleasant day for chance encounters. Is this a social visit or official business?"
The tables are as always filled with dining patrons in the popular restaurant. The cosy table set in a dimly lit corner is no exception, and a white-clad lady has found her way there. Karin's gaze is turned to a datapad -- and opposite the woman sits a neutrally clad man, temples peppered with grey, occupied with his lunch.
The woman sends a dark-eyed look at Tuil and the newcomers, a smile creasing her lips at the sight.
"Mostly a social visit. Though I had hoped to remind you of your pending purchase of my starfighter." Tarkin smiles and assumes a seat. "But primarily social. I have spent much of the past day commanding forces and upgrading the fleet and bolstering defenses and reallocating fighters, however. It will be nice to have a few hours of reprieve from my duties."
Tuil nods. "The four thousand may be late, if that is alright? I had purchases to make and the fee for registering my ship under a new name was rather hefty." He shrugs at the expensiveness of business and then adds, "Is the fleet doing well? I don't keep in contact with my colleagues from the Navy much anymore." He glances past Tarkin as if looking for someone.
<FONT color="#33CC00">FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Deianera and transmit an alert feeling and a vision: The uniformed man and Deianera's master sitting at a table out in the middle of the area, the master looking Deianera's way. You then transmit the telepathic message: "Over here."
Deianera turning she begins to walk away from the waitress and pauses over the table. "Hello." she says cheerfully to Tuil, though she falls silent as she notes he's currently speaking with someone.
A half-drunk Twi'lek rises from his seat at the bar. "Put that on my hhotel bill, Bill.", the Twi'lek says cheekily to the barman, swaying a bit to the left. "By the way, Bill...", he says to the barman, leaning over the bar and summoning the barman closer - whose name is not Bill - "You mix a terri-... terribl Giz Ale.", he says, patting Bill's shoulder sympathetically. The Twi'lek sways back, uses his momentum to face the exit and proceeds to walk out. That's where he notices Karin.
"That is perfectly acceptable," says Tarkin, though there is a hint of disappointment to his voice. "The fleet is doing well--the TIE Prototype thus far has been an overwhelming success. I was actually recently appointed the commander of Battle Group Gamma out of Sienar. I believe the announcement of its formation was lost in administrative detritus, unfortunately."
Tuil nods at this news and then rises as he and Tarkin are joined by the lady. "Deianera, welcome. Allow me to introduce you to Lord Tarkin. Lord Tarkin, this is Deianera, my apprentice. She is quite astute and is progressing well in her training."
Karin leans forward to place a light hand on the eldery man's wrist, speaking a few words to her companion. He replies with a nod and a brief smile - which, for a moment, makes a certain similarity between the two quite obvious.
The lady rises and walks toward the table where the trio is gathered, but her gaze suddenly comes to pause on Okran.
"Hello," comes her dark alto - sounding slightly surprised - at the Twi'lek. A warm smile is given to the other. "I did not know you were on Coruscant!"
Deianera smiles. She nods to Tarkin. "A pleasure to meet you Lord Tarkin. Deianeira Yuunos." she says formally. She turns a little though looking for a good place to join them, or whether remaining standing is the best policy. "I am not... disturbing anything am I?"
Tarkin rises and offers Deianera his hand. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Yuunos. Please, join us--Mr. Lindo and myself were catching up, as it were." He nods a greeting to Karin as she approaches. "Lady Morrow! Your cousin has found employ with Sienar Fleet Systems--she seems to be taking to it quite well."
Okran grins to Karin. "Hi, Lady Morrow.", he answers back, wiggling his fingers with his pinky straight up. "Here I am. Drinkin' fifty creditsh boo-oooze with the cream of the Core'z crop. Don't ask." He looks at the greyish man whit which Karin was seated. "Y'know, you could have asked, I'd have taken you out myshelf.", Okran says, looking really sorry for Karin. "Hmm. Ain't it Lord Tarkin, over there?"
Tuil pulls out a chair at his side for Deianera to sit down and then he returns to his own seat, glancing over at Karin only long enough to see how she is doing in dealing with Okran. To Tarkin, he explains, "Miss Yuunos here will be meeting with the various senators to discuss how the Jedi can best help the Republic and to learn about the bills presently being considered in the Senate regarding the Jedi's legal status."
Tarkin's greeting draws the lady's dark eyes to the table, and a smile is sent at the Moff. Her hand lifts in a graceful wave, her head tilting at each of the three. "I heard, Lord Tarkin. She seems quite satisfied with it. Tuil Lindo, good day to you as well."
"Well that is a shame, because I was just about to ask," Karin then turns to the Twi'lek with an ironic expression. She casts a gaze over her shoulder, lightly thwapping at the Administrator's arm. "And that is my father! Lord Timan Madine Morrow. We do dine together at times, you know."
Deianera nods in agreement at Tuil's words. She simply listens, apaprently trying not to be overloaded by the sound and sight of so many people being introduced to her, or speaking to one another. She slumps into the chair,in a state of sensory over-load it seems, her eyes closed.
<FONT color="#33CC00">FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Deianera and transmit a gentle feeling.
"It'sh a yes. I take you out for diner.", Okran says to Karin, smiling gently. "Let's say coucou to the top shelve of the Rep-ublic, why not?", he asks, offering his arm. "Mr. Morrow, she'll be back home 'fore her hyperdrive turnj into a Dantoonian pumpkin, I promise.", Okran tells the middle-aged daddy.
"I felt that this was her opportunity to do a great service to the Republic," says Tarkin with a thin-lipped smile. Then he nods at Tuil. "I would be happy to discuss the matter with any member of the Jedi Order," he says. "That is an honorable charge for an apprentice. I could speak with the Senate on her behalf if you like."
The corner, the older gentleman with Karin rises to embrace a slightly younger looking woman with chocolate brown hair and intensely green eyes. They chat familiarly a moment before the second woman spots Karin and smirks lightly.
It takes her a couple seconds to arrive at this little gaggle, but her face is easy to spot once she does: Lady Elinor Madine of Corellia and Vanix II, new Senator for Sienar. "Well met, cos," she says to Karin before pressing a fond kiss to the woman's cheek. "I see your plans for the night are already set. A pity, for I was hoping to steal you otherwise."
She spots Tuil and nods politely a faint, but no less genuine smile on her lips as she does so, and as for Tarkin.... Well, Elinor's new 'superior,' for lack of a better word, recieves the woman's typically reserved smile with a touch more warmth than usual. "Fancy seeing the both of you here?" she says calmly.
Lord Timan Morrow looks at Okran in silence. The man's expression remains carved in stone as he watches the Twi'Lek. His knife and fork are laid down next to the plate.
"Some other time, perhaps," Karin cants her head at the other. She lets a light hand rest on the offered arm, but does not move to follow. "I believe my father would appreciate it if I finished lunch with him before contemplating dinner."
"If you sober up," a wry smile is offered at the Administrator, "we can meet here for dinner."
She then turns to her cousin, smiling warmly and planting a kiss on her cheek in return.
Tuil rises once more, his lunch largely untouched since this scene began. He nods to Elinor and waves to the woman at his side. "Allow me to present Miss Deianera Yuunos, my apprentice. Deianera, this is Lady Elinor."
Okran takes an exagerated offensed air. "Totally unfair to azk that of me, Karin. This ij Corushant...", he protests. A tad belatedly, he notices Elinor; he does the wiggly-fingers wave with the straight rigid snob pinky again. "Hello.", he greets, grinning.
Deianera turns. She opens one eye and then the other. Standing slowly she smiles. "Its a pleasure to meet you Lady Elinor." she says pleasantly. Offering a hand.
"Senator," greets Tarkin to Elinor, rising to his feet with a smile of his own. "A pleasure to see you here. I hope everything is well?" He folds one arm across his chest and strokes his chin absently with the other. "I have been taking a few hours of rest from my work. Today has been taxing at best."
"What /does/ bring you to Coruscant, though?" Karin lets her hand move away from Okran's arm to slip a datapad out of her pocket. She casts a look at it before returning her attention to the Twi'Lek. "It would be a late dinner, my friend. It would seem I have an important meeting to attend to, first."
In the corner the Lord Morrow returns his attention to the plate, dining in severe silence.
The Lady Senator reaches out to gently shake the Padawan's hand. "A pleasure indeed. You have a fine Master who will guide you well," She turns then, almost immediately to smile once more at Tarkin. "I am quite well, thank you Wilhuff. Perhaps it is something that we could discuss further, your taxing day? We weren't able to finish our lunch meeting the other day, though for what reason, I forget."
Tuil sits down and finally gets back to his meal, though he keeps a careful eye on Okran.
Deianera sits down next to her teacher and simply seems to be quiet, distant- or perhaps just deep in thought. From a bag across her shoulder removes, pen and paper and begins sketching something. Much like a little child.
"Biz. On my way to Kashyyk.", Okran says, following the datapad with his eyes. "For a quick shurvey. I sto-oped for a refereshement." The bit of Administrator left in Okran tells him it's time to shut up and let the grown ups talk. So he does.
"More than one refreshment it would seem," grins the white-clad lady Morrow. But Karin seems in no way disturbed by Okran's inebriated condition. "However, you are plentily excused. Coruscant holds many temptations."
"Between making sure order is restored here on Coruscant after the attack on the Chancellor, supervising upgrades on the Conqueror and her fighter compliment, and redistributing Sienar's defense force, I have been quite unable to find a moment of peace. Until now, obviously." Tarkin shakes his head. "Calling our lunch short was regrettable, but one does what one must."
Tuil looks up at Elinor and Karin and waves them to seats at his table. "Lady Elinor, you are now Sienar's senator? My apprentice Miss Yuunos will probably be along to see you then at some point." He glances over at Deianera and nods to her.
Deianera looks up from her sketch. "Hello." she breaths softly. She isn't too worried or apprehensive. She seems a bit more aware now. Though on the page there's a few sketches of a cliff-view of a sun-set or sunrise over a patch work... forest.
"I would like to join, Tuil," Karin's head cants at the Jedi. "But again, I must join my father for the last of our lunch. I wish you all a good day."
And with a smile the lady turns, disappearing back to the corner table where she seats herself opposite Timan Morrow.
A pair of Sullustans make their way from the park into the outdoor restaurant. Both are dressed in business attire with one sporting an independent goatee. Pesiro looks at the aide and frowns. "I care not what the schedule says. There is nothing so pressing on Sullust that I must run to attend to it before a proper lunch." The tone is a bit annoyed and scolding.
It's Okran's turn to grant Tuil a careful look. He is not drunk enough so his mathematical skills are hampered. His social skills are but slightly handicaped, also. "Yes. Catch you later, Karin.", he says, not leaving Tuil from his sight. He sighs, looks over his watch, decided its time to leave. In silence. On his way for the exit, he passes Pesiro and his entourage. "Good day, Mishter President.", he manages, adding a polite nod.
Patrol patrol patrol. The guard units that are scattered around this planet seem to be a little more alert this morning than usual. One such squad's few members are scattered throughout the park. They have their hands near their blasters and shift their weight from foot to foot as they slowly circle the park. Up to one of them strides a very young gray-clad officer. Terienn exchanges words with the guard in hushed tones.
Tarkin is distracted by a buzz from his comlink. "Yes?" he says. "I'll be right there." He sighs. "I am afraid my reprieve must be cut short for the moment. Sienar requires me." He rises. "Farewell, everyone. It has been a pleasure."
Tuil waves to Tarkin. "I will have the funds for you soon, my lord. Good day."
Pesiro nods his head to Okran. "Operating Officer." The Sullustan covers the area around his nose a bit as Okran passes, with the smell of alcohol a bit strong on his breath. Pesiro glances toward a number of different tables. "Let us sit over there," he informs his aide as he points toward a table near where Tuil and the others sit.
Tuil tilts his head to one side and then looks over at Deianera. "That woman leading the patrol over there. She is someone I want you to meet, Apprentice. She and I have worked together before and her knowledge of the Guard and its activities have proven to be invaluable." He waves for his apprentice to follow as he wipes his face and then gets up to walk over to Brae.
The Administrator searches his mind for a witty reply... searches more... shrugs. Okran ambles the straightest he can past Terienn and her men, humming the last underground tune in trend, 'Big Bad Rim Guy' and smiling obliviously.
Deianera nods. "Alright." she stands closing her book and begins to leaves table. "I'll be right back." she says to Tuil. She puts the book aside and walks towards the woman, just sort of keeping her eyes peeled for any thing.
After a final nod to the guard she's speaking to, Terienn loosely balls one hand into a fist and 'rests' it in the small of her back. Thus looking quite martial, she pivots on her heel and slowly strolls away from the guard. Though the young officer's posture is as ramrod straight as usual, there's a tired glaze in her eyes as she glances at the approaching Deianera.
Pesiro finds himself a seat and the aide sits down as well. The Sullust President spies the Jedi whom he recognizes, but does not acknowledge him just yet. He simply doesn't want to hear his aide complain about the time.
Tuil follows behind Deianera and as they both near Terienn, he calls out, "Hello, are you out for a stroll? Could we speak to you for a moment?"
Deianera smiles. Noting the tired glaze in the woman's eyes. "Care for a seat,Senator?" she asks softly. Her eyes look over the body gaurdss gathered around the woman. She tries to be polite.
Also beholding the form of Tuil, Brae's pace gradually decelerates on a course to meet them halfway. "Please, ma'am. I'm not a senator," she replies to Deianera with a kind and slightly embarrased note in her voice. "Just an officer in the Guard doing my bit to keep the galaxy from falling apart." She glances over to Tuil. "What can I do for you, Mr Lindo?"
Tuil nods to Brae and then motions to Deianera. "I wanted to introduce you to my apprentice, Deianera Yuunos. This is Brae Terienn, an officer of the Republic Guard and a trusty companion for when danger lurks nearby."
"I would not suggest the seafood here. It isn't very fresh. Go with the nerf steak or something similar," Pesiro suggests to his aide having eaten at this restaurant a number of times. "I would also suggest the house wine... excellent."
Deianera bites her tounge. "Well that's good to hear , and please forgive me. I've been meeting so many new people today." she clears her through. "A pleasure to meet you." She looks down at her hands and grabs her sketch book to begin sketching again.
Though her eyes are still tired, Terienn can direct a steady undercurrent of a gaze toward Deianera as she is introduced. "I believe we may have met once before, briefly, Ms. Yuunos. On Corellia, wasn't it? But if all the people here on Coruscant are a little overwhelming, don't worry about it."
Tuil glances at Deianera and smiles at her drawing. "Excuse me, ladies. I see the president of Sullust and I must go speak with him for a moment." The Jedi bows and then walks over towards Pesiro's table.
The waiter has arrived and taken the orders of the two Sullustans. Pesiro has taken the moment to lean back in his chair and by the look in his eyes finding himself deep in thought. Well... until his annoying aide pulls on his coat sleeve, breaking him from his trance. The Sullust President definitely looks annoyed before looking over at Tuil's approach.
Tuil bows. "Mr. President, I did not know you were on Coruscant. I would have asked for an audience if I had. I've been meaning to venture to Sullust for awhile, but have not found the time."
Deianera smiles. "It is a bit.. overwhelling." she smiles. "Ahh I think we did meet on Corellia. I am sorry, I didn't immediately recognise you..."
"I have been in discussions with a number of Senators and the Justice. Some of the recent flurry of legislation has caught the attention of Sullust and we wished to make our opinions known." Pesiro pauses a moment. "How might I be able to help the Jedi, Knight Lindo?"
Supressing a small eyeroll at the departing Tuil, Brae turns it into a knowing slightly sneaky teasing glance at Deianera, as if to say 'he's a little odd, isn't he?' But the moment passes quickly, and she glances curiously at the other gal's sketchbook. "Really, don't worry about it. Do you mind if I ask what you're working on?"
Tuil pauses and then speaks, "I don't want to disturb your lunch. With the recent unrest on Thyferra, I wanted to seek out the aid of the Whites, but it appears now the Republic has sent troops. Depending on if they stay, I may come to see you again."
"The Whites with Thyferra? Beyond our missions there to provide our general course of aid to that world?" Pesiro questions Tuil. "By your comments, I assume you mean the use of Whites security?"
Tuil nods. "Any security force that could be used to keep away raiders and maintain domestic tranquility so that the civil unrest is ended. Again, now it appears that it will be unnecessary, but I thought I should prepare in case the Republic decides its troops are better used elsewhere."
Deianera shake her head. "Not at all. It's my dream, really. I want to maybe one day own a planet that will double as a place to teach children. A school wide planet, which will... be a safe haven for them and their families. The improverish people of various worlds can have a equal footing on this world... and start over, build themselves up, learn skills and jobs... and then perhaps move back onto other planets.. and pass this little bit of good on."
"Considering past precedent, I am sure the Republic will decide just that. It seems the coddled Core is unwilling to aid the alien worlds bordering the Rim. I would consider putting a few security forces on Thyferra, though the Whites have limited resources in such matters. They would do little more than slow down the pirate force that is reported to have assaulted and raped Thyferra." Pesiro comments to the Jedi.
That wasn't quite the response Brae was expecting, and at first her eyes widen a little in surprise. But then she settles in to hear Deinera out, and her surprise mellows into a humbled calm. "Wow, Ms. Yuunos. That's quite an impressive goal. And definitely a worthy one. Have you been working at all with some of the refugees in Corsica? That seems like a good place to start..."
Tuil nods more. "King Organa of Alderaan is also willing to commit a force of volunteers. Along with the small number of turrets in Tefa City, I think Thyferra is certainly defensible. Raiders are not interested in set-piece battles. If we can assemble a large enough force to deter them, we will have served our purpose."
Pesiro nods his head. "You might also consider seeking aid from this Republic Volunteer army. From what I understand, they are hoping to help out the Rim worlds that have been ravaged by this war."
"Oh, do you know who leads this new army? I am not aware of it." Tuil looks interested now.
"Mr. Starn. The recent husband of the Senator from Ryloth," Pesiro answers Tuil. "He is a smart individual... though I assume there are plenty of parties helping fund his work. It is unlikely his resources are at hand there."
Deianera nods. "I should, and I probably will, but a part of me worries. My family is very much a part of the humantarian movements of many worlds and we're looking to stop the spice trade and sale... so in a way I've put my dream on the back burner. Where would I get enough money to buy a planet? And I guess I also want to be a doctor. I figured I'd work my way up from becoming and running a medical ship to eventually owning a planet and doing what I've described."
Tuil nods slowly as he notes this new information. "Well, I will have to meet with him then. I should also coordinate with the Republic commander, Zilana, to ensure that if she does leave the planet, we can have troops in place for a smooth transition."
"Zilana is still the commander of Republic forces? I thought she renounced her position when she was named to the Senate seat of Vanix?" Pesiro inquires curiously.
"I don't know her official status, just that she led the Republic ground force that restored control." Tuil shrugs. "The Vanix situation is interesting, but it holds little interest for me. When this Thyferra situation is cleared up, I must return to Ord Mantell to lead its people to freedom."
"The Republic is finally going to wage the war against the Hutts? As oppressive as those slugs are... I am not sure a great deal of support will be garnered here in the Republic Senate. Where might you find the troops to unseat the well-supplied Cerebra the Hutt?" Pesiro inquires.
Tuil smiles. "This is not something I am going through the Republic for. I am raising the troops myself using donations from concerned beings. The Mantellian people have a strong tradition of self-reliance that I am tapping."
Listening carefully, Brae nods with serious consideration. "A whole planet is a bit of a tall order. I agree. Have you considered looking into anything smaller in the meantime? Like a ship, like you suggested. Or a building on a planet? I'll admit I've looked once or twice at the towers here on Coruscant" she glances over to the nearby highrises, "and wondered just how many people would be able to be helped in that space."
Deianera smiles. "Build a planet?" she looks stunned, "My family has money, but not enough to do that I don't think... and I am looking into a ship actually something large, that can handle medical treatment...
Brae shakes her head quickly but gently. "Oh no. That's not what I meant. Not building a whole planet from scratch. But finding and buying an existing building in a city on a planet. Like one of these towers here." And she glances at the skyline again.
Pesiro nods his head at Tuil. "I wish you luck with your venture. I do not surmise it will be an easy task, especially as the Hutts have a great deal of resources to call upon."
Tuil shrugs and smiles. "The Force will guide me. I'll let you get back to your lunch. Take care, Mr. President. May the Force be with you."
"May the spirits guide you, Mr. Lindo." Pesiro responds with a brief acknowledgement of Tuil's parting.
Deianera nods. "Well, I think that could be doable. That's the thing, I see the whole world as mine, just so I don't have to worry about forcing people into small spaces or anything. I wouldn't have to share it... I could terraform it to the way I'd like it."
Brae considers this idea as well, and then nods. "That could work too. If you have the patience for terraforming, you might be able to find a planet that's more affordable. It seems like there's less demand for worlds that are less hospitable."
Deianera nods. "Yes I know. That was my goal... take an inhospitatble world. Make it livable and then start building and teaching. Originally this started out as an idea for a school, but soon snowballed into a an entire planet..."
At this, the usually quite stoic young Terienn cracks a half smile. "Things do have a way of snowballing out of our grasp, don't they? But if that's your vision, then I really, truly, wish you good luck with it."
Deianera grins. "I hope I can keep it up. I want to do some good for a universe. An I want it to be on my own merits, you know Jedi would help, but if I can do it with my own power. Not because I am Yuunos, or a Jedi padawan..."
<FONT color="#33CC00">FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Deianera and transmit a proud feeling and a vision: Tuil watching from afar as Deianera talks of her hopes to Brae. You then transmit the telepathic message: "Take as long as you want to talk. I have errands. May the Force be with you."
Though there's something strongly sympathetic in her eyes and her voice, Brae's nod is more formal. "Of course. If you want it to be a personal mission that comes from a strong desire to contribute, I don't think there's anything wrong with that at all."
Tuil wanders back over and nods to Brae.
Brae glances over to the arriving Tuil. "Hello again, Mr. Lindo. If you have the time, there are one or two things I wanted to touch base with you about while you're here, before I get back to my rounds."
Tuil nods. "Of course." He steps closer for a bit of privacy and then asks, "What do you wish to discuss?"
In a discreet, yet still conversational tone, Terienn replies, "Ms. Yuunos also mentioned that the spice trade bothers her, and I've been meaning to remind you. Has CorSec learned anything further about potential spece networks since your arrest in Corsica a couple weeks back?"
Tuil shakes his head. "The dealer we arrested has refused so far to provide any information and it appears that the distributor has kept a low profile since the raid. I intend to interrogate him again as soon as I can."
Brae frowns. "I see. The lack of progress is disappointing, and I hope that you will keep me apprised as soon as you learn anything."
Tuil nods. "Certainly. Has your own investigation gone anywhere?"
Some of her tiredness returning, Brae shakes her head. "Unfortunately no. I'm no crack agent. I've tried to establish my own contacts, but I'm afraid there's something about me that makes anyone I approach turn the other way. I'm more of a desk jockey who can use the assistance of others. Your lead was the best I've had in a while."
"Well, I'll try harder just for you." Tuil smirks and then adds, "Lunch is over and I should be on my way. I'll take my leave. May the Force be with you, Brae."
"Please wait, Mr Lindo." Brae swallows. "There is one other thing." She blinks, and her tone drops to an even lower murmur. The finger tips of her hand that isn't fisted behind the small of her back fidget lightly with the side seam of her uniform trousers. "Have you heard anything recent about Jana Dawnrunner?"
Tuil turns back and shakes his head. "I have not, no. Do you have reason to believe she is in danger?"
Brae's eyebrows screw up into a worried frown. "She was, but I don't know if the danger has passed. If you haven't heard anything, then I am sorry to be a bother."
Tuil frowns. "Jana is much like her master was, always taking on burdens that could prove to be too much. I would not be surprised... But I have not felt any disburbances in the Force."
Deianera walks closer hearing a few words. "Is someone in danger?" she asks softly.
It's a curious turn of phrase that he uses, and at Deianera's question, Brae glances over to the other gal and her face pales a little. She returns her worried look to Tuil. "And what would that mean if you had?"
Tuil looks from Brae to Deianera and then back again. "I would not trouble yourselves over this. If I had, I would fear for her, but for the present, she is probably fine. A Jedi of her caliber can call upon many resources."
Deianera listens focusing on the pair. "Then... I suppose, everything is ok?" she exhales. Looking Brae then to Tuil trying to figure out what exactly is going on.
Brae still looks less than reassured, but the young officer just shakes her head and sighs and puts a more professional 'game face' back on. "I hope so. Well, thank you for telling me what you could, Mr Lindo," she replies formally. "If you need to go, I will not keep you any longer."
Tuil nods and then turns to Deianera. "I'll see you back at the ship." He bows then and departs.
Later...
<FONT color="#33CC00">FORCE:</FONT> You establish telepathic contact with Jana and transmit a thoughtful feeling.
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