Ashin Cardé Varanin
Couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows
NABOO
Much as Ashin had inherited her mother's love of the lake country, the region always struck her as suspiciously perfect. For good and ill, these beautiful waterfront estates concealed all manner of secrets. That was half their charm, in a perverse way. When waterfowl and pleasurecraft and sunlight on the waves failed to satisfy, one could always catch a whiff of upper-class skullduggery beneath the unimpeachably legitimate.
Not that Dissero hadn't legitimately earned his legitimacy as Amadeus Shamalain, professor and family man - but the galaxy's greatest alchemist enjoyed his secrets as much as any Naboo noble for miles.
Ashin pulled her speeder up to the gate of Lethe Meadows. She took note of the tasteful, surreptitious surveillance cameras, at least three of which kept an eye on her. The gate had a callbox.
"Shira Karrde to see Professor Shamalain."
She'd lived as Shira for years in the Unknown Regions; Dissero would recognize the alias.
Much as Ashin had inherited her mother's love of the lake country, the region always struck her as suspiciously perfect. For good and ill, these beautiful waterfront estates concealed all manner of secrets. That was half their charm, in a perverse way. When waterfowl and pleasurecraft and sunlight on the waves failed to satisfy, one could always catch a whiff of upper-class skullduggery beneath the unimpeachably legitimate.
Not that Dissero hadn't legitimately earned his legitimacy as Amadeus Shamalain, professor and family man - but the galaxy's greatest alchemist enjoyed his secrets as much as any Naboo noble for miles.
Ashin pulled her speeder up to the gate of Lethe Meadows. She took note of the tasteful, surreptitious surveillance cameras, at least three of which kept an eye on her. The gate had a callbox.
"Shira Karrde to see Professor Shamalain."
She'd lived as Shira for years in the Unknown Regions; Dissero would recognize the alias.