Lysander von Ascania
Unwritten Verse
Seven days elapsed since the Trinity incident, and now Lysander was back in Naboo’s verdant sphere.
Dominique Vexx
kept her word; the transition proceeded without incident. No public humiliation. Though he’d returned to familiar surroundings, parts of his meticulous regimen were still disrupted. Even his hands were preparing meals his mind did not register. The physical form might’ve inhabited Theed, but often his thoughts strayed into a nebulous space between his former self and a version that the Covenant required.The Triumvirate’s communication had been sparse; a few transmissions that contained nothing substantial. He wondered if they were just giving him space, or if they’d already written off diplomatic efforts as futile. Beyond his quarters, watchers remained. Their surveillance was unobtrusive.. though he sensed their presence more often than he cared to admit.
By midday, he’d vanished into the Royal Archives, perched at the head of a long table. A familiar sanctuary was established with countless holotexts glowing and even a few physical volumes spread out. He noticed the archivists' whispers, and a few sideways glances. Of course they'd talk; some of those texts weren't meant for public eyes.
The deeper he read and reflected, the more the material reaffirmed what he already knew. Two very different philosophical systems, fundamentally opposed, now beginning to strain against each other. It was impractical. The Sith Code claimed peace was a lie, but Lysander, at times, found that.. oversimplified. Even in his Padawan days, he'd seen through it. Sure, conflict drove growth.. but not in the crude way most Sith interpreted it. The truth had subtleties his brethren rarely explored. Perhaps one could embrace stability without rejecting the concept of peace entirely.. just its false promises. It might’ve simply been a search for equilibrium today, and the digging only muddied his thoughts more.
Navigating the Legislative Record Compendium, he skipped past the opening salutations with a flick of his finger. The holotext shifted as he dropped right into the closed session debates. For the most part he followed it smoothly, only pausing when a phrasing or some particular procedural note caught his attention. He’d rewind those lines a few times, absorb what he could, then move on.
Beyond the threshold, there were two Republic personnel speaking.
"The Convenant envoy is still in the Archives."
"He's been in there for five hours."
"Should we rotate the escort?"
"No. The Chancellor's orders are to keep a distance unless requested."
The corner of his mouth twitched upward. He'd likely spend the entire day here. Something in him craved this. Whether it was the Jedi Archives on Coruscant during his Padawan years, House Derriphan's collection on Korriban, or the few hours spent in the compy of
Srina Talon
on Jutrand searching for information.. archives were one of the few constants.
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