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Alexandria Voran

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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.

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Altair Din

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Altair didn’t believe it when he initially got the message about his wan-shen being returned. However, he looked at the meeting place and decided it was a great spot to load up on more spice as his stash was running low. Since he lived on Ziost in the military academy, he had to live with restrictions. Between missions and training, he rarely had the chance to indulge in his old vices, so he took this opportunity to do just that.

Altair made his way into the cantina, catching a only a rare few glances his way. The tiefling liked random backwater planets and seedy cantinas - it meant no one gave a fuck about his horns or tail. Altair walked past most of the patrons and towards where the contact was. He guessed it was some messenger person, though he did wonder why the spear wasn’t simply mailed to him.

He plopped down in front of the contact, ordering himself a drink from a passing droid. He glanced back at the contact, “My bad for being lat-” Altair did a double take when he realized who he was sitting across, “Palpatine’s fuckin’ pajamas,” His thick accent came out as his jaw dropped. He quickly shook his head and lowered his voice in an attempt not to draw attention.

“Why did you come out here?” Altair asked quietly after recovering from his fumbling. There was a hint of fear and suspicion in his voice. The Grandmaster could carve him up and serve him on a platter in seconds and that knowledge made him deeply uncomfortable.

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Alexandria Voran

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Alex watched Altair walk through the cantina until he plopped down across from her. A casual greeting quickly turning into shock. She understood the man’s apprehension. The Grandmaster wandering into a slimy bar for a mundane task would be surprising. Alex couldn’t help the little piece of her ego that was stroked by his reaction or the small smile that followed. Even a Jedi could enjoy a little healthy fear. “Isn’t it obvious? The food is incredible.” She eyed something bubbling green as it slid past. She grabbed the spear and pushed it towards his side of the table, lifting her hands from the table to show her palms. “I’m only here to talk.”

“This helped save my life and the life of dozens.”
That club Aezz had given her lay forgotten on Ruusan. A weapon nearly her size was not particularly helpful. “As did you. I wanted to return it myself…” Alex let her eyes meet his. He was a Sith. An enemy not long ago she had sworn to eradicate from the galaxy. She took a deep breath. “And thank you. The casualties would have been far worse if you and others from the Empire had not interceded.” The Morellian Jedi took a slow breath. “That is not lost on me.” She leaned back in the booth, folding her arms.

“The Killik threat is very real. Few commanded the chaos on Ruusan as well as you did.” She ran a hand lazily through her hair. “The most powerful Force users in the galaxy are Jedi and Sith. Your leaders do not trust me, with good reason, just as I do not trust them.” Her feelings on the Sith had not changed. The reality of the galaxy had. “We must be united to defeat them. I doubt they will listen to me or agree to meeting in sketchy bars…but I have a feeling they would listen to you.” Alex could feel the path beneath her feet shifting. A feeling with which she was all too familiar.

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Altair Din

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Altair followed her line of sight as she made the quip about the food. Grandmaster had jokes? Grandmaster had jokes. The surprise was evident on his face, but he was too afraid to laugh. He glanced down at the spear she presented to him. He didn’t reach for it immediately, listening to her speak. He only met her gaze after a moment, finally reaching for the spear to take it back, “We did what had to be done,” Altair said in response to her gratitude, not entirely sure how to take any of this.

After the Grandmaster finished speaking, a moment of silence hung between them. He felt entirely too unqualified to have this conversation. Altair shifted slightly in his seat before he answered, “Ain’t this dialogue you should be havin’ with the Empress?” He asked, his accent seeping through, “I’m a soldier and I follow orders,” It was mainly true, but he certainly made calls on his own back on Ruusan, calls that the Empress may not have necessarily sanctioned.

“I hope you ain’t here to tell me I can’t attack any Jedi,” He eyed her with a quirked brow, “The Killik are a threat yeah, and defending against ‘em is priority. However, the Jedi and Sith war aint’ gonna be forgotten so easily…but you know that - you’re the Gran-” He glanced around to spot others passing nearby, “Granny..” He finished rather awkwardly, clearing his throat. Really? Granny?

"So what did you really wanna tell me?"

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Alexandria Voran

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She was more than the Grandmaster. The galaxy at large, the Order even, often forgot there was a person beneath the title. Alex herself did always recognize the woman in the mirror. Her office placed a weight on whoever held it, and that weight changed you. The expectations of what she should be and what she needed to be never left. But there was the always the person she had been before seeking these responsibilities. A person often forgotten. “Yes, you did…and I don’t know how many others would have in your place.” The silence hung there. She was well aware of the oddity of the situation. How strange this must feel. It was no easier for her.

“If I am being honest. Modesty is not a trait I thought I would find in you. You have a reputation among the Jedi, one I am certain you share in your own world.” He was a solider but one of far more than simple renown. “The Empress and I stand galaxies apart…and I don’t think she can help me.” Alex breathed out a sigh of frustration. Pushing both of her hands through her hair. She took a sip of her drink to let her mind refocus. She nearly spit that drink out when her dinner guest fumbled Grandmaster into Granny. Alex arched an eyebrow. “Granny…don’t you know you should never comment on a woman’s age? Besides, I can’t be more than a century older than you. Granny is really the best you could do.” She put her hands on the table and leaned back.

“Look, I’ve never been very good at this.” Alex motioned around at the room. “The clandestine meetings and casual conversation…I’m embarrassingly out of practice.” That was at least true. “I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. The war between us will never stop until one side collapses. My feelings have not changed...but we will all die or be Joined if the Killik go unchallenged.” She drummed her fingers on the table. “I need to see Andruil.”

The Grandmaster swallowed a lump in her throat. The hard things were often worth doing. That did not make them easier. “And I wanted to apologize for how you were treated on New Alderaan. We are at war. There is blood on all of our hands but we were wrong.” Alex had crossed lines she never thought possible to cross. Death clung to her like an old friend but she would not have the Order make her mistakes.

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