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[Liin Terallo]

A part of me says that I should not do this. At least not with him. But perhaps that could just be my own fears getting in the way. The rumors; the near recent dinner at his family's estate; all of it could make this construed into something that it is not.

That is if he even makes the journey. For given the news that I have there is a very high chance that he will become so angry with me and so judgemental that all contact could be severed. At least that is what I am afraid might happen.

But he has to know. One way or another he will find out anyways. So it is better for it to come directly from me. But am I brave enough to tell him in person? Not in the slightest! The safest and easiest way is through a holo-message:

~Mr. Dashiell,

I hope that you are well.

I am a little nervous in expressing this, but I am in need of your expertise. Not so long ago I finished a large part of my research. It was a success! At least in most ways. My work continues however as I process and learn about the abilities and side effects.

One of the negatives is that it seems to draw Force Wizards to me like a beacon. And not all of them may be friendly. So I humbly request a few lessons in self defence, if I may. But there is no pressure. I will fully understand if you are busy or if this goes against your convictions. I will not hold it against you.

I await your response, regardless.

Sincerely,
Liin~

I send the message off and do my best to keep myself busy until a reply is received. I can only hope that he has been too busy to watch the holo-news.

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[Balun Dashiell]

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~Mr. Dashiell,

I hope that you are well.

I am a little nervous in expressing this, but I am in need of your expertise. Not so long ago I finished a large part of my research. It was a success! At least in most ways. My work continues however as I process and learn about the abilities and side effects.

One of the negatives is that it seems to draw Force Wizards to me like a beacon. And not all of them may be friendly. So I humbly request a few lessons in self defence, if I may. But there is no pressure. I will fully understand if you are busy or if this goes against your convictions. I will not hold it against you.

I await your response, regardless.

Sincerely,
Liin~

Balun Dashiell scrolled over the message, his datapad held in his right hand against the surface of his office desk as he remained seated with the view of Meridian City in the transparisteel windows over his shoulders. He wasn't on Joiol at the time, but had returned to Jhaessa Prime, accompanied by Kellan Dashiell and Vesha Daruun, who shared his company this time around.

Life was constantly moving, and there always seemed to be a challenge that required his attention; a consequence to his many desires and aspirations. Balun had wished to complete his training in the Force, so he had sought a Jedi Master to train him. He had stumbled upon an undiscovered World with ample opportunities, and quickly decided it was worth investing his livelihood into. All the while with Dashiell Retrofit™ and his very Family in the background. He hadn't considered the fact that he wouldn't be able to meet the demands that each of these area's of his life required, until he had started to struggle with feeling so stretched for time and finding that he was missing out on pivotal moments in the lives of those most important to him.

Receiving Liin's message was entirely unexpected, not simply in her request but in her reaching out at all. Unless it was some sort of emergency, their contact was often minimal to none. Their last meeting had been by way of his father's invitation which had been a very pleasant evening back at their home on Joiol, and Balun had been more than glad to catch up with her after so long, having been former colleagues and all; Yet as he read the contents of her message, he soon came to understand exactly why she was seeking his audience.

[Liin,

By now, you should know that Mr. Dashiell is my father, and that you can call me Balun, or "Bale" as my friends call me.

You are right to be concerned about the disclosure of the nature of your work; however, it is not I that you need to be cautious of. There will always be people out there who will look at your work and see it as a potential weapon or a threat, as I've previously expressed to you.

I remain under the belief that this synthesised manifestation of the Force, this sentient made version, is not in line with the natural or Living Force, that which creates and binds all life together. That said, it is also not my place to judge, nor my place to correct the course of such things. If this discovery of yours is truly abhorrent to the natural cycle, then fate (for lack of a better term) will see things put right, with or without my involvement.

So where does this leave me? And the two of us?

I will help you, gladly. Regardless of whether or not I agree with your work, your well-being and safety are important to me. If I can help you learn to control these abilities, then I will do everything I can to assist you. Let us not muddy the water with discussions about the future of your work. Tell me where I should meet you and we will focus on the day-to-day.

I should warn you though that learning to use this power requires something of an open mind. You must remember that I consider myself a spiritual person with regard to the Force and while I will do what I can to minimize that kind of talk out of consideration for your beliefs, when talking about the use of our abilities, sometimes there may be occasions where I slip up. You'll have to excuse me if I sound preachy sometimes. Give me a kick in the shin every now and then if it gets too much.

Go ahead and send me your coordinates and I'll get back with an expected time of arrival]

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[Liin Terallo]

A reply had come. And at first glance I see that it is a long one. And that can only mean a lecture.

He begins by commenting on my use of titles when addressing him. I was raised to always do so out of respect. Only once did I ever call him by his first name, and that was during a moment of heightened frustration. And it felt strange to do so, as though his name was a foreign word that I was pronouncing incorrectly. I only stopped referring to myself with any titles once I had begun to live in exile after New Cov was taken over by invaders. I am not a lady of high standing any longer.

And then came the part about my research and how others will view it one way or another. We had gone through that discussion before. It was what had me living on the run in the first place. This is entirely different. But he'll be sure to understand that once he nears me.

For a moment I fear that he would decline to teach me. Yet those fears were unrealized the further that I read his message. And it seems clear to me that he has not paid any attention to the holo-news. He does not appear to know about the anomolies. That is a good thing.

A simple response is all that I need to send out to him:

~Old habits die hard, Balun. Or so they say. Using titles is common practice for me.

Thank you for accepting my offer. I will pay for your expenses. Consider it as being under my employ once again.

I have a secure residence on Bastion. I shall attach the co-ordinates and will notify security and the proper channels to allow you entry.

Thank you,

Liin~

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[Balun Dashiell]

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LOCATION: Bastion
TAGS: Liin Terallo

Three days later...​

The Liberty's Edge descended upon the landing pad designated for Balun Dashiell's arrival. The last time that he had visited the world of Bastion, it had been under the control of the Sith Order, whereas these days it was governed by the Diarchy, whom he remained rather unfamiliar with beyond their rumored attempts to distinguish themselves apart from the Imperials and Sith-Imperials, instead seeking to carve out a piece of the Galaxy for themselves under an iron dictatorship run by the old playbook of 'nessecary evils'. Peace through power, yet not to the extent of being ostracised and identified in the same league as the Sith, so to speak. That was the impression Balun had gained through word of mouth, and nothing more conclusive or fact-based.

Thankfully, today wasn't about a meeting of political minds, or even corporate interests. He had arrived to assist Liin Terallo in her request as he had given her his word, and to that extent, it didn't matter to him where she called home. She could have lived on a Sith Holy World for that matter, and he'd still have made the trek, running the risks for the sake of a friend. Whether it was a case of complete idiocy or strength of ideals, sometimes the line between such things could be difficult to distinguish, yet he had arrived in a timely fashion, given his travelling from High Republic Space, his fight departing straight from Jhaessa Prime without a single stop on the way to his arrival on Bastion itself.

Against his better judgment, Balun had brought his Son and Vesha Daruun along for the journey. He didn't necessarily like the idea of Kellan Dashiell having to accompany him this far into the northern territories, through the old systems that once played home to the Sith. His boy was, after all, half Sith-Spawn by blood, thanks to his Mother, and due to that single fact, Balun was overly cautious regarding his Son being influenced by the Dark Side of the Force. Typically, all Force Users were susceptible to the influence of the Dark Side, but for those created by Sith Alchemy, that influence was inherently strong. Kellan, while not a creation of the Sith, still had Nouqai Veil's blood running through his veins and therefore her legacy. Likewise, her strengths and her weaknesses.

"Vesha. No one goes near the boy without my approval." Balun instructed the boys' caretaker as they moved toward the rear of the ship, stopping only to ensure that the Zabraki Woman had heard him. Naturally, she had, as while she appeared sentient on the outside, her internal makeup was entirely artificial. "Terallo is the only one that I trust here; everyone else is fair game. Her hospitality shouldn't be compromised, but I don't like being back here, so keep an eye on Kell at all times. Don't let him slip away from you," Balun elaborated before smacking the loading bay release button with an open palm, the cargo bay lighting up with a flashing yellow light as if a silent alarm had been triggered. The bay depressurised and the landing ramp opened, soon lowering to the hangar floor.

After the recent battle of Sarko IV alongside the Jedi of the Republic, it was difficult to shake the tension that had remained in his shoulders, let alone how tired he felt mentally. Balun led Vesha and his three-year-old son down the landing ramp and out into the open air of the Hangar, searching for Liin and whoever her entourage would encompass, unsure what kind of welcome party to expect.

While being out this far north, he couldn't help but also wonder if Cerys Dyn had possibly come out this way after she had fled the battle. Why had she disappeared that day when they could have all fallen back together, and why had she not returned to Naboo with him and Brandyn still confused and frustrated him. To some extent, it reminded him of Nouqai, back when she was first with the Sith Empire, never knowing if she had been safe or not. Never knowing what she had been doing, what nefarious acts the Sith had been influencing her to do to others, yet Cerys wasn't like that. She must have had her reasons, but Balun just couldn't understand or see why or how as of yet.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Liin Terallo]

The time was picked, as was the day for his arrival. And of course I was nervous about it the closer that the time came. I can only hope that his father is unaware of this meeting and my request, for I have little doubt that he would see it as some excuse for some romantic rendevous; which of course it is not! And with the two Diarch brothers busy running their sector of the Galaxy as well as looking after their families; who else do I know that could help me? There is no one else. And I do not need others to learn about what my research has accomplished just yet. For as some has warned me; they will see me as either a threat to others, a threat to myself, or something to be used to their benefit. I know that he will not be pleased about it, yet I hope that he can spare the lecture and just be of some assistance.

As his ship landed, I waited at the hanger on my own. I had requested some privacy for this and given my connections; it was not a difficult thing to get. So there I stood, by myself. Fortunately I had some wine earlier, so that at least helped to calm the nerves a little so that I did not accidently use my abilities. Still, I felt my heart beat a little faster once the ramp began to lower. I blinked in surprise as I saw that he was not alone and had brought his son and his caretaker for this trip. How very much unexpected that was, indeed.

I cleared my throat a little before speaking, not entirely sure if I had already felt different to him. Or if such a thing only happens when I try to use my abilities. Either way, I have to try to put my best foot forward.

"Welcome to Bastion. I hope that your journey went well."

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[Balun Dashiell]

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NON-PLAYABLES: Kellan Dashiell & Vesha Daruun

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"Welcome to Bastion. I hope that your journey went well."

Balun smiled upon seeing Liin Terallo , leading Vesha Daruun with Kellan Dashiell alongside her, over to greet their host for this trip. She had decidedly greeted them independently of an entourage, which was quite honestly perfect for him. Balun wasn't certain what standing was that he would have in the eyes of the Diarchy, especially given his history of fighting Imperial-types.

"Good to see you again Liin" he greeted her, soon turning side on and encouraging his three-year-old son to come to his side; "You've met Kellan and Vesha before. I figured a change of scenery would do him some good, but we'll not be hindered from the reason I'm here, I assure you" he explained.

Vesha Daruun remained every the stoic Zabraki symbol of femanine strength that she was, although a biot in all but appearance. Now that they weren't in the company of his father, Balun was less concerned about Liin potentially picking up on the lack of sentient life-force coming from her. If she were able to sense life around her, given her current point of progress in her newfound abilities.

"Da, what's wrong with her?" Kellan asked. At three years old, consideration for how he spoke and how others were subsequently made to feel was still something that he was learning. The young Sith-spawn lads bright cyan eyes, stared up at Liin as though she might be feeling ill.

"That would be the Bantha in the room, kiddo", Balun replied with a quiet chuckle as he glanced down to his son, placing a hand atop the boy's crowned head, brushing back the tendrils that surrounded his human hair. "Miss Terallo here is a very good friend, but the Force doesn't respond to her the same way that it does to us and that's why I'm here to help her figure some things out" Balun explained to Kellan before glancing back to Liin.

"How about we talk about things somewhere more...-Quiet?", he chose his words intently, mindful of Liin's feelings on the matter and the potential risks of others nearby hearing their conversation. Balun wasn't certain how protective the Diarchy would be of Liin's work, yet the potential for there to be spies lurking around every corner hadn't exactly gone over his head.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Liin Terallo]

I dip my head to them all in greeting. I was a little unsure of the entourage that he brought with him. That is until the little man spoke. He could feel it as others have. Perhaps that in and of itself is some kind of test.

I give the little man a polite little smile, hopefully letting him know that his question was okay to ask. But I have not been around children since I went to school at a young age myself. So this is highly unusual for me and puts me a little outside of my depth. "Yes, I am hoping to get some lessons while you are here." My response was to the little Dashiell. Shortly thereafter I turn my attention to Balun and gesture for him to follow. "This way, please. My residence is on the other side of the park. And not to worry; there are enough guest rooms for each of you. The Diarchs' have done their best to have me be made comfortable. I helped to fund them when they first began; so in a way this is a return on that investment."

The walk through the park is a peaceful one. There are fields, trees, flowers, pathways and little forests. I often venture into one of the forests to try to hone in my abilities on my own. And there is little doubt in my mind that that practice will continue. Afterall it is not safe to practice inside of my residence. Something could fall and break!

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[Balun Dashiell]

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LOCATION: Bastion
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NON-PLAYABLES: Kellan Dashiell & Vesha Daruun

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Kellan Dashiell 's awareness of Liin Terallo 's exceptional circumstances surprised Balun, his ability to sense her presence in the Force and how it differed from their own, at the mere age of three years old was in no small part impressive to the boys father, he of whom moved to join Liin in walking alongside her as she led the group away from the landing pad and in the direction of her district.

Up until now, Balun had not commented on Liin's presence, despite having sensed her unique state during the dinner on Joiol with his father, Judah Dashiell . Bale had considered bringing it up in conversation for a brief moment, yet reconsidered as he doubted Liin would have felt comfortable being made a fuss of in front of Judah, who was not a fan of Force-Users. In fact, their shared distrust of Force-Users was one of the things that Judah and Liin had previously had in common before Liin began experimenting on herself.

"And how much interest do they place in your work?" Balun asked in response to Liin's speaking for the Diarchy. He could not help but remain sceptical that a government organisation would fund her scientific work without ulterior motives.

Behind Balun and Liin, Vesha Daruun walked with Kellan, holding the young boy's hand as they strode down the pathway. Kellan held the wide-eyed gaze of one who was laying eyes upon Bastion for the first time—A look of wonder and excitement, all the while listening to his father talk with his friend, sensitive ears able to pick up clear voices from a vast distance compared to normal humans.

"I know you have no intention of selling your work, but what promises did you make to them?" Balun added after a moment of contemplative silence, now free to speak his mind on the matter without his family there to make Liin feel any discomfort talking about the subject; "What will you do with your work once it's complete?" he concluded, curious to know what precisely were her thoughts about the discovery of artifical force-sensitivity and where she would proceed to go from there.

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Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Liin Terallo]

For the most part I walked in silence. That is until questions were put towards me. And they were surely questions that he had on his mind for a while now; but just could not ask them for one reason or another.

I gave myself a small moment before responding to them. "They do not have any interest in my work. I am allowed my privacy. And I did not make them any promises on it or for it. Instead they have made promises to help and to protect me because now I am something new. There are some side effects with these abilities that I am hoping to minimize. And when my work is fully complete; I will be back to normal again." Gaining synthetic Force was only a part of my research. The rest is in taking it away. The galaxy-wide side effects are more than enough to show me the dangers of my scientific pursuit. Yet my end goal was always to level the playing field one way or another. It is just something that takes a lot of time to work through. My DNA needs to continue to be altered in order for the rest of my research to work.

"Did you bring any toys for your son? Or shall I have some ordered and brought to my residence? I do not wish for him to be bored while I have my lessons."

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[Balun Dashiell]

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LOCATION: Bastion
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NON-PLAYABLES: Kellan Dashiell & Vesha Daruun

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The notion that someone could eradicate their Force sensitivity, and its relevance to Liin Terallo 's work, was no secret to him. She had divulged this quite some time ago, and Balun had known of her bias against Force Users, or perhaps the better term was her fear of them. Liin's distrust had often reminded Balun of Judah Dashiell and the first conversation they had shared on the day they met.

"Are you certain you're not interested in remaining this way?" He asked curiously, "With training and the ability to control the Force, you could potentially achieve a lot of good for others out there in the Galaxy. Learn to use the Force to heal wounds, provide medical support, for example," he suggested thoughtfully.

Following some of their lessons together, he could not help that Liin wouldn't find her artificial force sensitivity to her liking. Although, as of yet, he hadn't seen the downside to her current state, nor was he aware of the risks that her self-experimentation had created for her. The side effects pose an unknown danger to those around her.

When she asked about the toys for his Son, Balun glanced back over his shoulder towards Vesha and Kellan before looking back at Liin with an appreciative smile; "We brought some of his things, although he will continue his education with Vesha during the days when you and I are working together. Vesha is a very knowledgeable woman, and she has been teaching Kellan for some time now".

A juvenile groan could be heard from behind them as Kellan had clearly listened to his father, yet he didn't argue and glanced at the ground as they continued to walk. He wasn't particularly fond of academia, especially not compared to learning about the Force, but he was a good lad and did his best despite his lack of enthusiasm.

"Once we're settled in our quarters, I'll comm Chip to bring the rest of our belongings from the ship".

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Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
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[Liin Terallo]

I raised a curious brow as he seemed to think that I could become some kind of medic. I do not have the medical training, nor is the Force the only means of fixing wounds. "Bacta gel can heal wounds. As can medics and doctors with the proper schooling. There is no Force required for them to do their job. Nor is it a requirement. I have not had the schooling for it. My education lays elsewhere." I gave my shoulders a light shrug; which is not something that I am really known for in doing. "I do not have a life's goal to do good for the Galaxy. It is a harsh and cruel space where things are taken from others without any regard to what they think about it. And even the so-called good guys commit cruel acts. I tried to do many things to help others less fortunate in the past; only my voice was never heard. Instead it was drowned out. Everyone else had it all covered and there was no need for me to even be in the meeting rooms except to maybe to fill an empty chair. The Galaxy does not need me. Only my work does." It was never a joy to be ignored by those sitting next to me. Yet I had gone through it time and time again. Afterall; everyone else had much more of what was required than I ever did. Their corporations were vastly larger and one of them could even create anything and everything for any situation. I could not compete or contribute to that. My presence being ignored during those meetings was more than enough proof of that.

To hear that the boy was getting a proper education so early was a good thing. One must learn early to work hard in life. I was raised that way myself. And it did not do me wrong. But I was not a Force wizard back then. I do not even quite count myself as one now. I am something else for the time being.

My residence sat at the other end of the park. It was a decent sized house with six guest rooms, a large kitchen, sitting room, library, staff quarters and an underground laboratory beneath the wing that was reserved for me. I can already see it once we left the grove of trees. "The guest wing is on the right. You all can have a room each, or you can share one or more of them. I do not tend to have visitors, so there is no concern about occupying any number of rooms to be had."

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[Balun Dashiell]

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LOCATION: Bastion
TAGS: Liin Terallo
NON-PLAYABLES: Kellan Dashiell & Vesha Daruun

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Balun listened and could not help but be saddened by the negativity coming from Liin Terallo . Whatever her experiences, they clearly differed in their views regarding working for the good of the Galaxy. For Balun, it wasn't about recognition or being seen; He acted on what he believed was right and proper because that was the kind of person he wanted to be. For whatever he may leave behind him when he one day passes away, at least he could say that he tried to do some good in a Galaxy so full of hardship and pain.

"Maybe you just hadn't found the right people at the time," he suggested, trying to put a positive spin on it. He was optimistic when it came to those around him, those he referred to as friends or family. He didn't share the same optimism when it came to his own regard, yet being there for others and encouraging them along came naturally to him.

"There are indeed a lot of bad people doing bad things in the Galaxy, but that's why the Galaxy needs people like us. People who are willing to do what's right and to look out for others. You don't need to be popular to achieve some good in the Galaxy. Look at me after all, I have my family, but very few friends that I can count on. That doesn't stop me from wanting to try, though," he expressed his view, using himself as an example.

Balun truly wasn't anyone of great importance. He had a small, yet successful company which lay entirely outside of his life as a Force-User. It had been a hobby that, with the encouragement from Judah Dashiell , became a business that now kept him financially afloat, affording him the freedom to travel and provide for his son Kellan. He worked alongside the High Republic, yet he wasn't a member of the Jedi Order but merely trained under one of their own. He had met a lot of people along the way, but few that he truly knew beyond first impressions and even fewer that he actually trusted. Aside from his Master's and maybe one other, when it came down to it, he really only relied on his family when it was required of him. And even so, only some of the time, in order not to burden his loved ones too often.

"My father would probably tell you that some cult has brainwashed me", Balun soon continued, a chuckle escaping him following the remark. "But that's not what I do, what I do. I believe in morality. I believe that if I am capable of standing in the way of oppression, then I must do so, because not everyone can. And for those who can't, without people willing to stand for them, they have no one," he explained. It wasn't all about fighting wars, either, but doing something as simple as publicly speaking out against those who would tread upon the everyday citizen.

When it did come to fighting however, it was never without fear or some arrogant belief that he couldn't be killed; Unlike how some appeared to handle warefare, Balun was chit scared every time he stepped into a fight knowing that it was life and death, but doing nothing meant letting others be hurt or killed by those facing no resistance in their quest for power and self-gain.

Glancing back over his shoulder, he looked to his son. Balun didn't say anything, but simply looking upon Kellan was a reminder of the future he wanted for his boy. A better, brighter and peaceful Galaxy where Kellan didn't have to experience the same hardships that Balun had faced growing up.

Upon leaving the grove, Liin Terallo led them all towards her residence. This was the first time that Balun was laying his eyes upon her place on Bastion, and it was pretty impressive in size. He smiled as he appreciated the look of it from the outside, soon glancing back towards Liin; "You seem to be doing well for yourself. I guess I can see why you don't come to Joiol too often. I probably wouldn't want to leave my place if it looked this nice either" he laughed softly to himself as they began their approach.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Liin Terallo]

I gave him another light shrug of my shoulders. Perhaps I have not met the right people. But I also lack a wide variety of skills as well. Not to mention the funding. I had lost some weight during my time of living on the run with so few resources to spare. Eating was the last priority for me with sleep being just above that. I needed to center my remaining funds on my research.

I for one cannot stand up in the face of oppression. I am not a soldier. I cannot even stir up a rebellion with the exiled and democratically elected Prime Minister of New Cov to win back freedom and independence for the Covie. But if I had the power and the fleets of ships and squadrons of soldiers; I would do just that. Only the Covie would be allowed inside of the domes afterwards. History has a habit of repeating itself. The Covie had lost their independence a few times in the past. And they always regain their freedom. The super powers do not stay in power for long. I just have to be patient instead. Time is my only ally in that situation in the outside Galaxy.

I lost everything when I lost New Cov. And this research of mine is the only thing keeping me going. It is the only thing that gives me the feeling of some kind of purpose.

I gave them all a moment to admire my residence from the outside. It is a beautiful place; I must admit. And isolated too, which is even better. My security detail patrol the grounds and I do believe that some of them oull double-duty and disguise themselves as the house staff. Regardless; they are there and I am safe.

"It is a lovely residence. The rooms are fairly large and the decore is beautiful. They spared no expense in making sure that I am comfortable. I do not have a requirement to work for them. I could retire and just not do anything for the rest of my days if I wanted to. But who knows? Maybe some kind of position will be offered for me that I have the skills for and cannot pass up. Do feel free to have a look around. Shall I have them prepare a lunch?."

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[Balun Dashiell]

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LOCATION: Bastion
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NON-PLAYABLES: Kellan Dashiell & Vesha Daruun

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The word 'Lunch' caused Kellan's ears to prick, and he physically perked up a bit, turning his eyes back upon @Liin with a smile. "Yes, please!" he said enthusiastically as though his very day had been made so much brighter by the notion of food.

In response to the sudden shift in his son, Balun could only chuckle as he turned to glance down at Kellan, giving him a wary glance: "Let's mind our manners now", he cautioned his son. He didn't want Kellan to grow up thinking that he could get everything he wanted without good etiquette, behaviour and hard work.

"Yes, Da..." Kellan resigned, the words hanging as though he had heard his father say such a thing all too often.

"If it's not too much trouble, thank you. Seems the boy's hungry," Balun replied to Liin Terallo with a slight smirk, giving a quick roll of his eyes while his gaze was turned away from Kellan. One would think that he didn't get fed, with how often Kellan was hungry, though sometimes Balun felt it was to mask his boredom or loss of interest in what they were doing at times. Today, however, they had only had a quick snack before reaching Bastion, and so his son was particularly carnivorous.

"Vesha, how about you take Kellan to look around?" Balun asked of Kellan's nanny, though it was less of a request and more of an instruction; "Someone will call upon you when lunch is ready, Kell", he then told his son before adding, "And no touching things that don't belong to you, please".

With Kellan being entertained by the new environment and Vesha maintaining his interest, Balun and Liin were able to be left alone to discuss things with a little more confidence. He waited for Kellan to be out of earshot from them, having learned of his son's sensitive hearing, before turning back to look to their host and his friend with a warm smile.

"So, how're things really going? I've got a feeling I'm here for more than just a bit of casual training, right?"

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
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[Liin Terallo]

The boy's reaction to the mention of food was a lovely distraction. I even gave him a little smile. I just hope that the lunch prepared will be something that he will enjoy. Of course I can be sure that the house staff would know what a little boy would find delicious. I for one do not have any idea. Expect for perhaps the steak that Judah Dashiell had cooked for us all before.

The pair of them had wandered off, however and I was left alone with Balun. His question was not unexpected. And I had prepared for it. "Let us talk inside. I could use some wine." Being out in the open for such a discussion was not wise. I know that well enough. The wine was also very much needed if only to help try to keep me calm as I expect that Balun will not like what I am to tell him. In the back of my mind I can already hear Nos Voros telling me of the threat that I pose that should be contained. The question was if Balun would think the same thing?

I led him inside of my residence, taking him through the foyer and to the left where the sitting room was. I relayed the request for lunch to one of the house staff and then proceeded to the wine cabinet. "Please help yourself. I have other spirits besides wine, if you prefer." He might not be a drinker at all. But I do know that he smokes. That is something that I cannot cater to, however.

I pour myself a glass of wine and partake in a sip of it before I truly begin to answer his question. "There are some unexpected side effects when I use the abilities intentional or not. So far I have gotten headaches, nosebleeds, fatigue and at times I have even lost consciousness. Not only that but there is some sort of static build up that occurs. It is the best way that I can explain it. And when that happens it draws Force Wizards to me like some kind of a beacon. But it gets even worse..." I pause for a moment; allowing myself to take in a deep breath before releasing it slowly. I am not fond of my suspicions becoming fact. I would rather that they just remain theories. But that kind of luxury is not afforded to me. "Are you familiar with quantum entanglement? It is the scientific notion that what affects a particle here can affect a twin particle on the other side of the Galaxy. Twice now it has occured to me that at startling moments when a synthetic pulse,for a lack of a better term is released; it moves like a tidal wave. I have seen the effects on the holo-news. Computers and navigation systems glitch. People and things disappear for seconds and then return in a different location. Time and reality seem to bend. Different versions of people and places appear for brief moments before reverting back. After it had happened the first time I thought that it was a coincidence. But after the second time; I am not so sure. So I would like to learn how to control it. That is where you come in."

In some ways I am prepared for his reaction and yet I am not at the same time. It is not a favorable position to be in. Yet it adds to another reason that I will not sell my research to anyone. I could end up being the mother of the destruction of the Galaxy if such a thing spreads to the wrong people.

Tag: Balun Dashiell