Faction Legacy of the Unblessed

[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique looked over at Blaire for a moment. Aiden and Corazona were soon by her side as they sought to calm the distraught woman. With the guards occupied with the perimeter, the Chancellor took the opportunity to simply study the surround. The covered body. The fallen assassin. The survivors. The area around them as they stood out in the open with the rain falling on them. Dangerous circumstances. They were exposed.

The circumstances made no sense. There had been more than ample time for the Pantoran to kill the Imperial Senator before they arrived on Naboo. No doubt more than enough confusion aboard the ship in its descent to the planet. Even a delay after they'd set foot on the world before the trigger was pulled. And no words shouted in testament of why or wherefore it had happened. What was the point? Where was the message? It couldn't be a threat. After what the Senate had endured this sort of threat was well understood already. Merely a cruel way to let the man think he'd gotten away?

Speculation would have to wait. "Bastila." Dominique turned to look over at the woman. Her eyes narrowed for a split second. "Bastila," she said more firmly as she stepped a little closer. "Deactivate the saber, Bastila. There's no need to detain you at this time, but deactivate the saber." The Jedi could sense a threat Dominique wasn't aware of and was standing guard. That was a possibility. The Chancellor had seen that look in peoples' eyes before, however. Shock.

Events would be examined again later from every angle available. Statements taken. Dominique had been there -- albeit far too distant to be of any help -- and witnessed what she believed occurred. Nothing suggested Bastila needed to be arrested; though she would be asked not to leave Naboo while the initial review was conducted. A very brief stay.

Were the investigation so brief. Dominique expected examination of the assassin would take some time. The circumstances did not sit well with her.

Once Blaire was calmer, they would need to get her indoors. Bastila as well. Better neither linger around the dead any longer than they had to.

Bastila Sal-Soren | Blaire Sal-Soren | Aiden Porte | Corazona von Ascania | Kito | Ayumi Pallopides​

 

[Blaire Sal-Soren]

It fucking stinks

No other thought would penetrate the haze around her mind.

Blaire Sal-Soren sat on the dirty, rain-soaked landing pad covered in grime and blood fighting down the urge to vomit with great effort. The last thing she needed was to add the stink of her breakfast, eaten hours ago, to the assaulting aroma of super-heated plasma, burnt ozone, cooked flesh, and shit.

Doing all she could to ignore the waves crashing in her stomach and the unseen hand reaching down her throat she watched Shaded specters moving this way and that through the curtain of rain. She recognized none of them, their faces statues worn smooth from the elements. As they swept and swished Blaire felt the insane urge to reach out and touch one, if only to make sure they were real, that she was real, but held her hand still.

The shades had voices as well, a sort of buzzing, panicked-fervor which she found unintelligible over what she first thought to be the still crackling flesh of Achan, but turned out to be only the rain, unceasing and uncaring of the tragedies that just occurred.

Her gaze fell once again on Achan. Fear and the desperate need to escape flooded her mind and for one brief half moment, that passed as quickly as it arrived, she felt her muscles stiffen as though she meant to rise.

She did not know what she should do, she felt lost at sea, the shades, shapeless and formless gave her no purchase to grasp onto and desperation turned to panic.

Blaire's eyes, wide and wild like those of a beast cornered by a hunter, scanned her surroundings furiously, looking for Shiraya knew not, chest tightening every time she saw the corpse of Achan or Dray.

She turned her vision away from the dead and found herself blinded by a brilliant burning white light. Blaire flinched, shutting her eyes tight, lifted a wet hand to escape the effulgence.

Blaire could feel herself being lifted to her feet by her outstretched arm and stole a small peek at the light, which was a light no longer but a man. A man in whole truth not one of the shadowed spectres she had watched. A man that she knew.

"Aiden?!" She gasped, flinging her arms around his neck without thinking.

Why is he here? She wondered sharply.

Of course he would be here. She answered her thought with another. Of course he would be here to see her at her lowest.

A voice broke through the din of rain and the beating of her heart. "Are you injured, My Lady?" Asked another burning light which faded the longer Blaire looked, taking the form of the same blonde woman she'd seen with Bastila earlier. Blaire swore she knew the woman but could not for anything recall her name.

Blaire let Aiden go. "I-I…" she swallowed hard "I'm fine, thank you." She managed to croak. Blaire touched her own neck softly with her fingers in surprise at the pain of speaking, having forgotten completely the way she screamed, maybe never registering that at all.

"How—"

Blaire was at the beginning of asking how it was that she hadn't died when a new voice caught her. Her head turned sharply to look at one of the shades and a new light, not bright and white like Aiden and,

chit, what was her name? Damnit.

This light burned softer. Violet not white, with swirling veins of black and red smoke-like substance surrounding it.

"Bastila…" the shade said and immediately and quite rudely to be fair, Blaire rushed from Aiden and…

Still nothing, damnit

With no caution toward the shade, which as it turned out was the chancellor, or the still beaming lightsaber Blaire threw her arms around Bastila, her baby sister and savior.

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