The dust settled, and Allyson fished out the small spider droid who had protected the archive data the best it could. Several of its legs were crushed, but its core solid and protective. "Ah, you did good little buddy." Allyson gently whispered to the droid as it struggled to do its little crab dance. Her face showed her concern for the droid; to her, the creature radiated within the Force like an organic. "I'll fix you up good, I promise, just rest for now." Another trill of broken binary, and the little droid went silent. Allyson sighed and placed Legs gently into the pocket of her torn leather jacket, and looked towards Taiia.
"You shouldn't have come; what were you doing on Coruscant anyway?" There was a hint of accusation in her tone; annoyance followed afterward. It made no sense for the Confederacy to be docking on Coruscant unless someone called them, or maybe there was a hint that the Alliance had missed about the attack. Either way, her shoulders relaxed, and she groaned,
"Thank you, though." She walked past the Knight Obsidian and patted the woman on the shoulder, a far cry from what their relationship was.
A chime echoed faintly, and Allyson dug around her pockets to find her comm device. It was cracked in more ways than one, but she could still get the alerts from the SIA director and from the Jedi Circle. Frowning, she knew she had two paths to walk here and the third lingering behind her with Taiia. She could quickly leave with the woman, walk away from it all, but that wasn't in Allyson's DNA - if the Bloodstripes on her pants meant anything. Her first reaction was to follow the Director's orders, her loyalties, even if she didn't want to admit it was with the SIA. Even on their worst night, they had provided a 'better home for her than the NJO. Still, words from a certain bookworm echoed in the back of the Master's mind.
"I have to go meet with the rest of the council." Allyson looked up and to Taiia as she spoke,
"Can't stay down here, come on." Without thinking, she reached for the Nabooian woman's hand and dragged her along through what remained of the temple. Allyson's eyes didn't avert from her path, she had seen the temple like this before, and it was a constant reminder of how she and the others had messed up. They should have learned from before, Taeli Raaf had done this to them and now someone else. Same trick, but a new face. At least this time, maybe the Alliance wouldn't crumble - instead, come back stronger than ever.
It was the least they could do for those that they had lost.
As Allyson headed towards the meeting area, Auteme quickly ran by her - something was wrong, but Allyson didn't stop her. Something told her that there was a choice that was made - one that Allyson hoped she never had to do herself. Continuing on, she stopped seeing a masked man and another knight speaking with Bernard. She only caught the tail end of the conversation and sighed. The assumptions about Auteme were correct, and Allyson wished they weren't. She didn't recognize the masked one and wondered if he was trying to emulate a comic character that was infamous in the Corellian's youth. An odd way to go about things, but to each their own. The other, she recognized from the dossiers the SIA kept and groaned - the boy reminded her too much of Rev, which at this point she didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Either way, she stepped forward, still holding the Obsidian Lord's hand.
"Am I interrupting something?" She glanced at the three men and continued forward.
"To be honest, I woulda gone with a Loth-Bat; Batman rolls off the tongue a bit better than a Mynock." Shrugging, she turned her attention back to Dagon,
"Aren't you friends with her, though? Those are pretty hard to come by these days - I agree change needs to be made, but at what cost? Isolating and pushing those we hold close away?" She paused,
"Don't make the same mistakes as the first Alliance, be better - do better. We should have fought against this order the Senate put on us; we should have been outside their jurisdiction; we put too much trust into the Chancellor and the Senate."
Allyson looked to Bernard,
"I think we can give Auteme some space, but we can't do this without her. She knows more about what happened in the Senate than any of us." Eyes shifted to the non-masked figure,
"Dagon?" She questioned, fully not knowing the boy's name.
"How many do we still have? Who else survived? I know, I'm angry too, but let's help who we can - then we destroy those that hurt us." Allyson finished, knowing that what she had suggested wasn't the most Jedi thing, but her mind focused on revenge. It would be what united them at this moment, aid then revenge. Eyes settled on Aeris, and she dug out the small droid. An index finger ran along its spine as two small drives presented themselves. She took one and handed it to the archivist.
"I tried to save it, all of it."
A small light blinked in her palm, and Allyson raised an eyebrow, knowing that there weren't many who had the Corellian's direct line. Lifting her palm, her fingers waved in the air at nothing in particular in front of her. A message started, playing directly into the Corellian's mind to the cybernetic. She was the only one to see Wyatt's face, and without knowing, her expression softened. As he spoke, a part of her wondered how things would have been different if the Master had stayed and if she would have given him a chance. Still, when the message finished, she turned her attention back to the others - waiting to see what they had to say.
Allyson would keep Wyatt as their triumph card; he may be the key they needed to fix all of this.
