Private Drawn by the Force

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The Outer Rim was rarely quiet, but this part of it felt different. There had been whispers, scattered reports from scouting parties and intelligence contacts, each one vague enough to be dismissed on its own. But together, they formed a pattern. A powerful Force user, unaligned with any known group, had been seen on a half-forgotten world at the edge of mapped space. No name or affiliation. Just stories of unnatural presence and unexplained events.

Valery stepped off her ship with a purpose in her stride. She wore a black tactical jumpsuit, fitted to her form and reinforced in the right places without sacrificing mobility. Her hair, auburn and loosely tied back, shifted with the breeze as she moved across the rocky terrain. A lightsaber hung at her hip, but her hands remained free for now.

The planet was rugged and unwelcoming. No major settlements, no wide-open transmissions. Just a stretch of land that felt like it had been forgotten by the galaxy, but not untouched. Something had been here recently.

She paused at the ridge that overlooked an outpost ahead and narrowed her eyes. Her senses reached outward, probing the air, brushing against something that she hoped would push back.

Valery took a breath and began her descent, each step measured, each sense tuned. She had not come to fight. But she had not come unprepared either. If the rumors were true, whoever she was about to find would not be ordinary.

And she needed to know why they had chosen to emerge now.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

The Outer Rim was practically home to the Sithling. She knew how to manage on every planet she'd ever stepped foot on there, and since her more chaotic days, she was surprisingly welcome on quite a few of them. The inner rim might have thought of her as a terrorist, but people here knew better. She'd been a liberator to many of them. She knew that if she ever chose to put roots down anywhere but her home planet, it would be somewhere here.

Here, she had found a tiny settlement, not even big enough to be called a village, and had remained there for the past few days as she tried to put her thoughts together and figure out what the next step in her Schematics[tm] plan was. The locals didn't know her name though. They'd taken to call her Feyre as that was how she'd introduced herself.

She didn't even look like her typical self while with them; instead of armor, her body wore the local garb, and it was as form fitting as a giant hot air balloon wrapped around a little cactus plant. Still, the Sithling didn't mind, as long as she wasn't required to put her hair up. She hated the feeling of it up.

"Now remember our agreement," she explained, her voice fact-of-the-matter as she bent down to feed a few stray feline creatures that had already known to gather near her ship at the bottom of the ravine, "You don't bite me, I don't bite you. Unless you try. Then I bite back harder."

The felines knew she'd meant every word. Their first day of trying to obtain food from the woman had ended in three ears ripped off and one tail broken, but after that she had sat down, collected them all on her lap, and told them tales from their kitten-days which she'd seen when their blood had entered her mouth.

All it took now though, was for one of them to move in a way that was so slightly different than usual, as though it had sensed something.

Scherezade blinked and perked up. She could sense something, but what? A stranger, that much she knew. Even here? On one hand, she had evaded the holonets to avoid detection, but Lady Luck was a biatch and it seemed people were finding her everywhere. Not people from the past though; people from the present.

A few more steps. That person wasn't trying to hide. That was good, it gave them a strong basis upon which they could communicate before the daggers came flying.

And… There. Just as Valery Noble came into view, she could tell that was a Jedi.

There were firsts for everything, she guessed.

"You're not the meals on ships I ordered," the Sith said, raising an eyebrow, "but if you're here for the creatures, you have to get through me first."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery came to a slow stop, one foot planted just ahead of the other as her eyes settled on the woman before her. She took in the local garb first, then the relaxed stance, then the tone. Unbothered and bold. Not the kind of reception a Jedi usually got when stepping into the middle of nowhere.

Her brow lifted just slightly. "Apologies for the disappointment," Valery said, her tone dry but clearly amused. "I'll try to work on being a more appealing snack next time."

She glanced down at the gathering of creatures and then back up. "Not here for them, though. They seem to have their protector already."

The wind shifted, but it was not the breeze that tugged at her senses. It was something deeper, just beneath the surface of the woman's presence. Something darker that drew Valery's attention.

"I've been hearing things. Whispers from the Rim. A Force user appearing in places where no one should be." She tilted her head, keeping her gaze steady. "And now I find you."

Valery let that hang for a moment, her stance still calm.

Scherezade deWinter ​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

As the wind shifted for Valery Noble , Scherezade used the moment to send thoughts to the creatures, encouraging them to leave the area and find food somewhere far away. The woman might've been a Jedi and might've been truthful about not being there for them, but she didn't want to risk it. Fed kittens made fat felines that produced a lot of meat, and she wasn't going to let all that potential food go to waste. She'd find them later.

"And now I find you."

Scherezade shrugged. Well, the Jedi had found her. Frankly, Scherezade would've thought more and more people would be able to as time progressed. Sure, she stayed off the 'nets, but it wasn't really like she was one who could easily blend in, even when she wanted to. When she was younger, it had been easier, but now she just drew attention.

Or rather, trapped the attention, just for by being herself.

It was almost how people thought moths were attracted to light. They weren't. Not really.

"I'd offer you tea, but I hate tea, and the creatures pissed in the pot again," she said lightly, "Besides, you didn't come here thirsty. You came here curious," and a pause, and then her tone turned serious, "That's actually worse."

The problem with the moths was, that they actually tried to avoid the light. Because once caught in it, the light would drag them towards its source. All that frenzied flying? A moth's attempt to escape. And escape they did, eventually, if they were strong enough to last until the light had gone out or daylight broke in.

"I can separate your head from your body," the Sith continued, her tone lightful again despite the gleeful image in her mind of getting to decapitate someone, "or you could... just say what you're curious about? That would be a lot less bloody. Wanna play twenty questions? You can keep your weapons, I've got worse stuff in case of need."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery let out a short breath of laughter. Her head tilted slightly as she studied the woman in front of her, arms still at her sides, stance unthreatening. "You're welcome to try. Plenty have." The words weren't arrogant, but there was no hesitation behind them either.

She was always ready to defend herself.

She shifted her weight and let her gaze wander briefly over the clearing before returning to the other woman. "But I'm not here to draw sabers, and I don't play games unless there's a reason to." Her tone lost some of the sharpness then, settling into something softer.

"I've seen war. I've fought Sith and worse. So when rumors start spreading through Rim space about someone powerful showing up where no one should be, I take it seriously. You've been noticed, whether you intended to be or not."

Valery's gaze locked more firmly onto her now, not with suspicion, but with curiosity edged in caution.

"So help me understand what's happening here. Why are people talking so much?" She wanted to know if there was a reason to worry or not.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

So… No sabers. That was fine. Scherezade could handle something that wasn't inherently non-violent, despite what some assumed about her. Sure, kicking butt was fun, but it wasn't the only type of fun to be had.

As Valery Noble spoke, the Sithling walked to the side of her ship, the Giggledust, and opened a small external cargo space. With the flicker of her wrist, a few items moved from there before opening up between the two women. A picnic table, two chairs, two glasses, a pitcher of water, and a pitcher of pure, cold, full fat cream.

She motioned for the Jedi lady to have a seat while she took one as well, and sighed.

"People talk," she shrugged, "That's what they do. Someone farts too loud in hyperspace and three planets call it a galactic threat."

Scherezade snickered, remembering that time. It had been one of those few very extraordinary moments where starting a war hadn't been her goal, and it hadn't even been her that had farted at the wrong moment, but she still somehow got the blame for that.

"But seriously?" she asked, pouring the cream into her glass, "I show up, feed some creatures, don't kill anybody yet and suddenly I'm a 'someone powerful'? The bar's gotten seriously low. Whoever the barkeepers are, they should really be ashamed of themselves."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery blinked as the table unfolded between them, complete with glasses and cream, and a setup that looked far too deliberate to be a coincidence. She arched a brow and let a small smile break through the neutral expression she had worn until now.

"For someone who claims to hate tea, you look awfully ready for a tea party." She stepped forward, eased into the offered chair, and glanced at the pitcher of water before pouring herself a glass.

Her gaze flicked back up, clearly amused now. "Also, Giggledust? That's the name of your ship?" She leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on the table. "You had me thinking I was about to face something dangerous. I imagined at least a name like Nightrazor or Soulrender."

Yeah, she loved to tease a little.

Valery paused for a short moment, then continued, "Why are you feeding these creatures?" She gestured toward the spot the creatures had been and then toward the horizon beyond them. "Seems strange for someone with your potential to be out here just to feed some animals. Maybe that's why rumors began spreading."

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade frowned. It wasn't a tea party. It was a cream party. It was a cream party. But you couldn't just toss around terms like 'cream party' because people got the wrong idea. She just liked drinking cream. Or water. Anything else felt like a waste of time. Alcohol? Not a chance. Never again.

And as for her ship… "My maternal grandparents gifted each of their children with a ship like this," she explained. Yes, the Jedi had tried to make a quip at her expense. But Scherezade had no interest in biting back. She was going to give her a story time instead. "Five in total. Each of their children named the ship they'd received. My aunt called hers Giggledust after one of her favorite drugs. Still addicted to it, by the way."

In all truth, that aunt shouldn't even be alive. Something was keeping her ticking. But that wasn't for now.

"I made her think I was my mother and took it off her hands a while ago," she smiled before taking a sip. The while back was over fourty years ago, likely before the Jedi was even born, but she didn't need to know that just yet.

Though the Jedi had said she wasn't much into games, Scherezade was still keeping count. Three questions had been asked so far. She took another sip from her drink, enjoying the velvety coolness of it.

"They spread before I got here," she admitted, "I've only been here two days. I believe the whispers have been happening for at least a few weeks." But that didn't answer the question, did it? Besides, the Jedi wasn't far from learning that there were two Sith making a reappearance and not just one. But the other one was currently far away from them anyway. "There are many ways to fell an animal," she said casually, as though telling her sister about her day. "You can use the Force. Traps. Weapons. But gaining its trust? Letting it come to you, take your food, even cuddle a little… And when it's fat enough, when it's content, then you end it and make food. That's a real challenge."

And she knew what she was speaking about. For too long in her early years, she had needed to spend every cred earned on gas. Buying food was hard. So she'd taken to hunting, and preserving. The only thing she lacked was the lumberjacker's shirt, but they typically didn't look right when they came in pink instead of red.

"Hey, I've got some Porg burgers stashed on the ship," she offered. "I can pull out the mobile BBQ if you're game. I might even have a bottle of ketchup with an expiry date from 864 ABY if you're feeling brave."

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Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stared at her for a moment after the explanation, one brow lifting just slightly.

"So you're telling me all this chaos and rumor is just because you're out here hunting... for food?" She let out a slow exhale and leaned back in her chair, eyes still fixed on the woman across from her. "I was ready to walk into something far worse."

She took another sip of her water and shook her head faintly. It was not disappointment in her expression, just the kind of disbelief that came from someone expecting fire and finding smoke instead. Her senses still told her there was something darker behind it all, but maybe that didn't always mean war or violence.

The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smirk.

"Alright. Porg burgers actually sound pretty good," she said, tone lighter now. "As long as that ketchup hasn't developed sentience by now, I think I can handle it."

She set her glass down and glanced back toward the horizon, then returned her attention to the woman.

"But just so I'm clear, you really expect people not to talk when you show up with that much presence and start playing survivalist with wild animals?" A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips again.

Scherezade deWinter ​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade didn't hold her laughter back when Valery Noble said she'd expected much worse, not some rando girl hunting for food. Either this Jedi was the most unjudgmental person in the galaxy, or she had a concussion. Scherezade decided she liked her. Her questions were honest, open, and without any attempt for that silly small talk stuff that Scherezade always felt that she was really bad it. It was especially refreshingly so considering the one sitting across her was a Jedi. Though it was true that Scherezade's best friend had been one too, most of the others she'd met were stuffy and a lot less fun.

But when Valery shook her head, Scherezade stopped laughing. She was absolutely reading the misbelief as disappointment and it almost felt like she'd failed some sort of test. It wasn't a feeling she particularly enjoyed. A pause, and then things were light again. Okay. Scherezade felt like she could handle that. Grin!

"C'mon," she motioned as she stood up. The Jedi was going to get a look at the inside of her ship, something that no other Jedi had done for over four decades. And with good reason.

"I was invisible for the first part in my life that mattered," she explained as she began to walk up the rank, "people didn't notice me, or not like me, even when I tried my very best." It had been a hard time. She had tried everything she could at the time, from being creative, to being friendly, to even infiltrating enemy locations well in advance to make sure their drinking water had been spiked with extreme laxatives for when the cavalry showed up. But none of her achievements had gotten her affirmations, or a single friend.

"And like, it's been a while," she admitted, "but when I'm alone, the old sense of self surfaces again, even if everything is totally different today. I like it better today."

The two stepped into the ship.

Scherezade turned around, her glowing green eyes falling on the Jedi, wanting to take in her every tiny reaction.

Because the inside of the ship looked perfectly normal to the eye. The walls had nice paint on them, a bunch of memorabilia was thrown around, there was even a plush carpet in the central area. But that was just for the eyes. So it ship looked clean. But beneath the surface, something ancient and wounded pulsed. If Valery didn't shield herself, the whisper of old blood magic might just reach her bones.

Because fourty years ago, that was not what the walls or floor had looked like. They had been covered in writings from floor to ceiling. Writings made in blood. Scherezade's blood, from when she cast the spell that had done away with her and instilled a new personality in her body, hoping it would somehow lead to a better result. Because Scherezade had a mirror, so she knew she was pretty. She also knew where she came from and the power that came with it. But nobody liked her. Something about her was broken. So she tried to mend it.

Of course, it had, eventually, failed. But those were stories for another time, if the Jedi didn't run away screaming.

While the blood was no longer visible, the power of it still beat in the ship. Strong, overbearing, ready to rip and resow with chaos. One could almost taste the pits of despair the Sith had been in when it happened.

Over the years, Scherezade had chosen to keep the ship, even renovate it. This was part of her past, and therefore, a part of her. If a day would come in which she wanted to release the ship to someone else or destroy it, she would. Instead, she had taken to the remnants of the blood ritual, and learned how to shield herself from it. To walk around her ship and feel like it was a beachside condo.

Trauma had scarred her on many occasions, but this was was one scar that she chose to keep. And control.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery followed her up the ramp in silence. She didn't question the invitation, and she didn't reach for her senses the moment they stepped inside. The inside of the ship looked… normal. Comfortable, even. But it wasn't just about how it looked.

She paused.

It was faint, like a breath against her skin. Something beneath the paint, beneath the floor. Not an active presence, not hostile, but a memory sunk deep into the bones of the ship. It stirred against the edges of her awareness, and for a moment, Valery let it in. Her expression didn't shift much. No wide-eyed surprise. Just a slow, steady breath as she stood near the center and took it in. The Force remembered things. And so did blood.

Her eyes turned back to Scherezade.

"Why show me this?" Valery asked, her voice soft as she turned to the woman. There was no judgment in her tone, only curiosity. It wasn't hard to see that this ship wasn't just a place. It was a wound, a scar carved deep and chosen to be carried forward rather than buried.

Valery stepped forward and glanced around again, then looked back at her. "I've seen people hide from pain like this. Run from it, burn it out, try to pretend it never happened." A short pause followed before she spoke again. "But you didn't. You're keeping it around as a reminder."

She paused again, her eyes scanning her surroundings, "I'm sorry you had to go through whatever made you think this was the only way forward. That no one would see you unless you gave something up."

A small smile tugged at her lips, sad but genuine.

"But you're not invisible now."

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"Why show me this?"

Scherezade didn't respond. The lack of judgement in the tone had taken her by some surprise. Not even Josh had reacted like that. If memory served right, he outright had freaked out when he'd seen the blood, a mere hours after she'd finished preparing for the ritual. But this wasn't back then, was it?

Instead of answering, she carefully inhaled, taking in the Jedi's scent. She didn't care about her perfume or what soap she'd used for her morning shower though. It was the blood that interested her. What fractured parts had led a Jedi here of all places. Because Jedi didn't just wander into Sith spaces. Not without a reason. And yet… there was nothing. The scent told her race, Kreshian, plain as the eyes on her face, but not motive. No secrets. No broken shards to sniff at.

She exhaled through her nose, a small, quiet sound.

"I didn't bring you here for the tour," she said at last, voice low. "And it's not… a test. I just figured that if you were going to ask me things, you should do it where the answers live." A pause, "And maybe a bit of Nuna*. Most Jedi don't go just like that into a Sith's territory," she chuckled.

The ship, though impressive, was still a small one. It only took a few steps before the two were in the kitchen area. Through the hallway and even in here, the ceiling was covered in monkey bars. Scherezade put a lot of emphasis on mobility, sometimes extremely so. You couldn't fight with two dozen blades at once without it. Funnily enough though, none of her weapons or armors were currently on display. And Force knew, she had a lot of them.

"You sure ask a lot of questions without adding the question mark in your tone," she remarked, leaping up and grabbing a bar with one hand. A freezer was popped open mid-swing, and a bag of handmade burger patties landed on the counter. They were hand made, of course. Though Scherezade was a far cry these days from the girl who had to hunt for food, she still preferred to hunt. Buying it somehow felt wrong most of the time.

She landed lightly, fingers brushing through her curls. "So what's your name, Jedi?" she asked, "And do you know mine?"

She wasn't going to answer the bit about not being invisible. Not yet.

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Valery Noble​

* Nuna is a chicken.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery followed the other woman further into the ship, her eyes shifting around but never lingering too long on one thing. She didn't flinch when they entered the kitchen. Didn't comment on the monkey bars overhead or the way Scherezade moved like the whole place was an extension of her own limbs.

She just observed and listened.

There was a pulse beneath the metal still. It hadn't gone away. But Valery was good at shielding herself, and she slowly reinforced those mental walls now, grounding herself with every breath. She reached up to tuck a few stray strands of hair back into place behind her ear, and let her shoulders ease as the last ripples of what she'd felt faded into the background.

Scherezade's comment earned her a look, and Valery smiled faintly. "Some answers speak louder when you don't ask directly," she said in response. She stepped around to lean lightly against the edge of the counter, giving the other woman a once-over.

"I'm Valery Noble," she offered simply, her gaze steady. "And no, I don't know your name yet." She let the silence breathe for a moment, then added with a slight nod toward the freezer, "You're not what I expected. The homemade burgers and heart-to-hearts, that is."

Her smile grew a little, enough to show that she wasn't mocking. She was still trying to understand the woman in front of her.

Scherezade deWinter ​

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade snorted. "You expected something serious, didn't you?" she asked, tone heavy with mock-offense. "Caf. Tidy little kitchen. The heads of my enemies sticking up on spikes. Maybe an unwilling slave or few."

She knew the stereotypes. Usually, stereotypes were more about how people saw certain things, rather than how certain things were. But when it came to most Sith… Well, most Sith who went the classic Sith route, it was actually true. It was part of why Scherezade never adopted a Darth title or even considered any of the big Sith political powers. Not the official ones, anyway.

She grabbed the frozen burgers and breathed out like a dragon, the burgers now defrosting in her hands, except for the top one, that decided it was time to become burned. Oops. Scherezade used the Force casually to toss it into the kitchen sink, where the garbage grander was already taking care of it.

"Oh, snap, almost forgot the ketchup!" she realized, and opened a low cabinet with her foot before calling the bottle and sending it towards Valery Noble . Checking whether something lived in there was up to her. If something had lived in there, but had already died, Scherezade would simply take it back.

"Scherezade deWinter," she finally said with a playful curtsy, "I used to be a lot of things. Literal pin cushion. Mandragora. Spy. Agent of Chaos. Walking caution sign. That was fourty years ago." Pause, "And today, you are Valery Noble, who came for answers, stayed for the meat!" she laughed, and began to lead the two out of the kitchen and back outside, where a BBQ setting had appeared next to the picnic table almost as if by magic.

With a snap of her fingers, the BBQ coals also lit, flamed bursting out, their licks searching for meat to sear.

"You're up, Noble," she grinned, tossing a pair of tongs her way. "Meat's on. Let's see what you bring to the table."

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Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery caught the ketchup bottle without missing a beat and gave it a quick, suspicious shake. Nothing exploded. Nothing moved. She popped the cap and gave it a small sniff before giving Scherezade a sidelong look.

"Okay, you win. That's good ketchup."

She stepped out after her, eyes flicking toward the suddenly materialized BBQ setup with a faint shake of her head and a grin. This was not at all what she'd prepared herself for. No ominous rituals. No sabers drawn or philosophies argued over. Just someone throwing meat on a grill like this was a weekend on Corellia.

Definitely not what she expected.

When the tongs came flying her way, Valery snatched them out of the air and turned them once in her hand like a weapon she knew how to use.

"Oh, you're really in trouble now," she said, walking up to the grill with a confident stride. "I've cooked on top of moving transports. Had to block blaster fire with one hand and flip a steak with the other." She was totally being serious.

She lined up the patties with precision, lowering them onto the searing heat with a satisfying hiss. The smell hit immediately, and she gave the tongs a little flick.

"You know," she added, without looking away from the grill, "You're nothing like the Sith I've met before. Most of them would have thrown the burger at my head, not offered to cook it."

She glanced over at Scherezade with a slight smirk.

"I think I like your version better."

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade clasped her hands together with mock reverence as Valery proclaimed the ketchup acceptable. "Aha! Another convert to the Gospel of the Test Weird Things in Scherezade's Cabinets. You may now ascend to the next level of culinary enlightenment."

She winked, then turned toward the BBQ, giving the grill a quick once-over like it might suddenly sprout legs and sprint away. The flames were crackling happily, and the smell of seared meat was already beginning to tempt even the most disciplined senses.

When Valery claimed to have flipped steaks while deflecting blaster bolts, Scherezade's eyes lit up. "Oh you're one of those, huh? I bet you iron your Jedi robes mid-combat too." She grinned and clapped her hands once. "This is perfect. We'll have a flip-off later. Loser does the dishes. Winner gets extra pickles." Speaking of pickles… She opened another storage area on the side of her little ship and produced a few. Until a moment ago, the outline of the storage's door had been invisible. Her aunt had used them to hide her spice from the officials, but Scherezade had put all those hidden cervices to good use by filling them up with food.

A few buns floated from the side table, orbiting lazily above the grill like planets in a meaty solar system. Scherezade guided one toward Valery with exaggerated ceremony, as if knighting her with carbs. "But seriously," she added, a bit more softly, "you're full of surprises too."

There was a pause. Not awkward, but intentional.

"You say I'm nothing like the other Sith you've met." She tilted her head, curls bouncing slightly. "I get that a lot. Usually right before someone tries to stab me or asks if I'm okay. But I'd never throw good food on someone. That's such a waste!"

She plucked a skewer off the rack and twirled it between her fingers. She looked back at Valery then, the teasing still there but tempered now with curiosity.

"Anyway… you didn't come all this way just for my cooking. And just because I'm not really able to pull off invisible anymore, it doesn't mean I'm seen. So what's got a Jedi-" she paused, letting her sense flick over Valery again, "-master sneaking off to shadowy places with maybe-Sith and condiments? I mean, unless this is some kind of secret Jedi mission to reclaim the lost art of the double-stack."

She smirked, flipping a patty with unnecessary flair.

"C'mon. Spill it before something burns."

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Valery Noble​