She sat in a seedy bar in a backwater town on a forgotten world that gave allegiance to no one. Alex sat in a corner booth shaded by failing lights. Her hood flipped up over her face. A clear drink swirling in her glass. No one cared who she was here because they barely cared for themselves. The spear she had borrowed from the Sith on Ruusan leaning against the table. It was hardly the only visible weapon in the bar. Alex sat now waiting for the owner. It had had taken some considerable effort to get a message to the Tiefling Sith but there were some perks to being Grandmaster. Eventually, her request to return the spear in person found the target.
The Morellian Jedi felt she owned the man at least the courtesy of putting it back in his hand. He was a Sith. A being she did not think capable of redemption. A person who was destined to be corrupted by the Darkside. Alex shook her head. He had saved dozens of lives…maybe more. That spear had helped save hers. The Empire fought side by side with them to throw back the Killik threat. She could swallow her pride and do what was right.
As difficult as that might be. So, she waited for unusual drinking partner. That spear sitting and waiting. She had little right to ask a favor. She would ask anyways. Their only hope of defeating the Killik was breaking the Hive mind. It would require immense strength in the Force. She felt that in her bones. It would be impossible to do alone. It might be impossible with help but there was one she thought could tip the scales. One who would not see her if she asked alone. Alex sigh and waited.
@Sreeya