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Maliel moved to start Kira walking out the door, but the woman didn't follow immediately. She turned to Mal, smiling sadly. "I've never really had a problem hurting you have I Maliel?" Kira said frankly. Maliel winced at that, knowing it was true, and wishing it was a lie. Maliel recognized that Kira truly didn't have much regard for the well-being of others, after Eryn at least. All the evidence was there, and it all pointed to Maliel being nothing more than a fun little tool, but she refused to listen to logic and fact.
Seeing the way she kissed Argus served only as proof of the sad truth: Maliel was just a tool. Maliel continually ignored this in favor of a better reality, one where she was wanted, and even loved. Whenever a new piece of evidence came along, it joined the rest of the painful stabs that Maliel endured continually. It mattered not that she gave her pain, for the happiness she had felt, if only for a few fleeting moments, overshadowed even the darkest of nights.
Maliel's little episode was over as quickly as it had come, and she moved onto the objectives at hand. She chose not to bother responding to Kira's words, choosing instead to press on with leaving the brig. Before she could move to usher Kira away, the woman broke off, limping back to the bodies of the Jedi she had killed, grabbing one of their communicators from a body. The speech she delivered to the Jedi Army was one of utter confidence and certainty, certainty that all those who stood before her, and her army, would perish. It would seem that Vosrik was at the top of that very long list.
Maliel quickly moved to get Kira from the room, knowing that it wouldn't be long before more forces arrived to ensure the security of the prisoner. Moving Kira along, they departed the room, just in time to hear a small voice, the girl whom Argus had dispatched, making an announcement across Jedi communication lines. "Do not trust the Jedi accompanying the prisoner. She is not an ally." Maliel cursed under her breath, knowing that she needed to get this over with so that she could be down and out, appearing to have defended the Jedi against the prisoner. That would be cause for suspicion, but no grounds for reprimand, truly.
Just as they reached the hangar, all that was spoiled. She heard a shout from behind her, a voice that she recognized all too well. "Kira." the voice shouted, cold and emotionless. "Give it up. It's over." he said, and Maliel turned to face the former Sith Lord. Mal looked upon the man with distaste. This man was the one who would cast her out from the Jedi. This was the man who would cast her out of the only home she had ever known. At least, he would if he lived.
"Back off, Venator." Maliel said spitefully. "This isn't even close to over." Maliel growled spitefully. There went every chance of staying with the Jedi any longer. Anger broiled within her, but she pushed it away. The Dark Side wasn't her way, not yet, and it would only get in the way here. She called her lightsabers to her hands, ready for a fight. "Kira is leaving, and you're not invited." she said, her tone daring him to challenge, and she knew he was more than up to it.
@Phœnix
Seeing the way she kissed Argus served only as proof of the sad truth: Maliel was just a tool. Maliel continually ignored this in favor of a better reality, one where she was wanted, and even loved. Whenever a new piece of evidence came along, it joined the rest of the painful stabs that Maliel endured continually. It mattered not that she gave her pain, for the happiness she had felt, if only for a few fleeting moments, overshadowed even the darkest of nights.
Maliel's little episode was over as quickly as it had come, and she moved onto the objectives at hand. She chose not to bother responding to Kira's words, choosing instead to press on with leaving the brig. Before she could move to usher Kira away, the woman broke off, limping back to the bodies of the Jedi she had killed, grabbing one of their communicators from a body. The speech she delivered to the Jedi Army was one of utter confidence and certainty, certainty that all those who stood before her, and her army, would perish. It would seem that Vosrik was at the top of that very long list.
Maliel quickly moved to get Kira from the room, knowing that it wouldn't be long before more forces arrived to ensure the security of the prisoner. Moving Kira along, they departed the room, just in time to hear a small voice, the girl whom Argus had dispatched, making an announcement across Jedi communication lines. "Do not trust the Jedi accompanying the prisoner. She is not an ally." Maliel cursed under her breath, knowing that she needed to get this over with so that she could be down and out, appearing to have defended the Jedi against the prisoner. That would be cause for suspicion, but no grounds for reprimand, truly.
Just as they reached the hangar, all that was spoiled. She heard a shout from behind her, a voice that she recognized all too well. "Kira." the voice shouted, cold and emotionless. "Give it up. It's over." he said, and Maliel turned to face the former Sith Lord. Mal looked upon the man with distaste. This man was the one who would cast her out from the Jedi. This was the man who would cast her out of the only home she had ever known. At least, he would if he lived.
"Back off, Venator." Maliel said spitefully. "This isn't even close to over." Maliel growled spitefully. There went every chance of staying with the Jedi any longer. Anger broiled within her, but she pushed it away. The Dark Side wasn't her way, not yet, and it would only get in the way here. She called her lightsabers to her hands, ready for a fight. "Kira is leaving, and you're not invited." she said, her tone daring him to challenge, and she knew he was more than up to it.
@Phœnix