Fate. Destiny. Free Will and Chance.
The war of seers went on unchecked through eternity. Few spoke of it because that lifting of their veil removed the mystery behind the curtain of events. Wars that were a word in an ear, an object moved out of place, a helping hand given at the exact moment it was required. Directions given to a place of solitude or conflict. Small things. Singular actions given at the right time. These things fundamentally changed the flow of reality in the direction a seer tried to shape. It was difficult, like pulling at strings winding together, into one of many possible futures. The more mechanical a person was, a creature of habit, the easier they were to predict.
Nar Shadda was a place she could operate within her element, because criminals were easy enough to predict. Money, Power, Thrill, they didn't offer many unusual paths to tread. Clad in her
amber jewel jedi robes that covered her face and her figure, her features were as usual obscured. Which didn't matter too much to those around her, she wasn't the only one hiding her identity even if they did draw the occasional glance. Nobody looked too long, that sort of curiosity didn't flourish here. There was nothing much else she carried, only the lightsaber somewhere beneath her robes, credchit, and water to drink. A humble existence.
Sera folded her robes underneath herself as she sat at the bar, ordering a cocktail that smelled like an exotic but feint berry texture. It was high on water and low on alcohol, if anything designed to be more refreshing than water itself, given her people's tolerances and need for hydration. She had to remove the veil to drink, and she did so, long curly amber hair spilling out, revealing the burn marks on her cheek.
Music slowly beat the time she needed. Counting the seconds to herself, moving her hand across the bar, not touching it, sensing, and seeking that moment she'd come here for, that individual. So real in her waking dream now, reliving it to find the shatterpoint. The Hutt, the dancer, the patron walking by, carrying the drink.
Somewhere in front of Saul, Sera stood up, placed her glass on the tray, it unbalanced and the waitress moved to the right, the other drink spilled on the tray, Sera apologized and offered to pay. The man that would have got that drink, now walked on by to go to the bar for another, completely missing where he would have stood and who he would have talked to.
Saul.
One conversation missed… breaking a chain, she hoped… or… there was a glance as if she was finding her balance, something was wrong, this wasn't who was supposed to be here in the dream.
Saul Colsan