He did his best to try and imagine the scene as it was painted.
The Jedi entered from the entrance just back there, glowrod in one hand and a scanner in the other.
No, not a scanner. She'd come to examine the ruins not to document them, and he hadn't found any discarded electronics lying around either. She'd entered, made a noise, likely the same exclamation she'd voiced earlier, and drew Sinestra's attention. The Dark Jedi, feeling her space invaded, attacked. The lock of blonde hair indicates lightsabers, but they were been evenly matched in that regard.
Which meant...Bernard's expression softened as he regarded the wound again. The Jedi's—Cora's—expression became more flushed with heat, her brows very subtly furrowed as her more intense memories played out in her mind again.
Bernard sat quietly, offering her what space she required as he played through the next moments of the scene in his mind's eye.
Lightning illuminated the room and struck Cora's arm, the one she wielded her lightsaber in. Both statistically, and because of the glowrod, he'd surmised the one bearing the scar would be her dominant hand. Sinestra had resorted to a more familiar form of attack, one she'd felt would be more able to break the Jedi's defenses, and she'd used the attack to disarm her prey for an easier kill. That much tracked.
Sinestra was a Seer, more gifted in the Force than with a saber. Sith Lightning would likely come to her easily. And she employed tactically, with finesse. Bernard tucked away that bit of knowledge for the near future.
Cora motioned toward the far end, and Bernard's eyes narrowed as he continued to walk through the scene alongside her explanation.
The stones broke and crumbled. Sinestra, satisfied that her opponent was not defenseless, was too preoccupied with closing in for the kill that she didn't notice an attack coming from—Bernard glanced around the room—yes, from behind her.
Sinestra was prone to arrogance as well. Another useful scrap of information.
The stones dragged Sinestra below the floor and deeper into the temple. Cora, meanwhile, escaped to get out with her life, without confirming the extent of damage her attack had on the Dark Jedi. That much was unfortunate, but there were ways to learn that, even now.
Bernard examined the room again. Most of the evidence was explained by her recounting of events. There were the pieces of rubble and, strangely, plastic embedded in the wall that found no mention in her story, but Bernard figured that was merely another remnant of some telekinetic attack that had played out between suspect and victim.
Concluding his thinking, he saw a few pathways to pursue laid out before him, though one in particular interested him most.
"
You likely knew her by a different name," Bernard began.
If she'd met Sinestra after her fall, the recognition would come easier to her. That her recollection was murky implied some measure of change between their first meeting and their battle. Or, of course, they'd never met before that point, and the vague sense of recognition came from a more static source, like a picture or a piece of writing.
"
Halsia Myr, now know as Sinestra. She used to be a Jedi before her emotions led her down a more selfish, darker, path."
Corazona von Ascania
Sinestra
. Though she'd managed to stall the Mirialian long enough to flee, their interaction had left her with a branching, pink-hued scar that forked around her right wrist and twined up her forearm.
Makko Vyres
retrieved a Dark-infused artifact that had been housed in an old citadel. It was protected by local children who'd fled quickly - they still hadn't managed to find out who had told them to guard the object.
Bernard
