Dr. Lars Valli
"Dr. Valli? Your visitor is here, sir."
Ah, yes, he'd almost forgotten, with all the chaos of this situation with the G.I.N.A. prototypes. Still, he welcomed the chance to collaborate with a mind who might prove useful to him.
"Dr. Lokin," Valli Senior said warmly. "Please, come in, sit down."
He gestured away from his desk, toward a small grouping of tastefully expensive sumptuously upholstered chairs - not the norm for a mostly fairly modern and utilitarian space station - where he preferred to meet with guests... and of course the occasional favored client.
"I hope my son will be able to join us shortly. He was at a rather critical step of product development and was unable to step away."
As a rule, Volent carefully avoided the word 'experiment.' Lars Valli had decreed that. He felt it sounded too capricious and unpredictable. Volent didn't experiment. Volent got results, always. And the only result worth obtaining was a successful product brought to the market.
"I'm so pleased you decided to come visit our humble abode."
An upturned corner of the mouth - they both knew it was anything but humble.
"So tell me, Doctor - what brings you to our quiet little corner of space today?"
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Vector Hyllus
If the ride to Odessen had been stuffy and cramped, he hadn't noticed. He had spent the trip in the medbay, supervising Frenka's care. Certainly he would have left Huttsbane to the task if the Evocii had been able to simply be a husband and remain by his wife's side - but unfortunately, his tribe was in an intense period of change and he was continually being drawn away to assist with other matters. Vector hoped that the other man was comforted somewhat by his presence.
The Agent, he hadn't seen, though he knew she was a mixture of concerned and uncomfortable. She was elsewhere on the vessel, sitting among the Evocii. He imagined that she was telling them about the planet they were going to. How it differed from Rishi, particularly in climate and in terms of safety. Vector shook his head at his own desires. The much more likely scenario was that the Agent was sitting in silence observing everyone, rather than making her own opinions known. He could only hope that one day she would make more connections with people outside of work - good people like his friend Frenka's family.
Once the ship landed, everyone began spilling out onto the hangar floor. Families that had been split between vessels reunited joyfully as if they had been unsure that their luck had truly changed. Some gazed about in wonder - some in resignation. Nearly all the Evocii held blankets around their shoulders as barriers against the noticeably cooler Odessen air. But, they were safe. If the actions of these people they had fallen in with were any indication - the Evocii would stay that way.
The Agent was suddenly at his elbow, materializing out of thin air to stand millimetres away from his robes. His skin prickled with the excitement of having her so near, though he kept his face stoic and neutral. He had had much practice with this. It did not get any easier with time.
"I want you to stay with Frenka. Huttsbane has much to do and I think he would feel better knowing that someone they both trust will be standing by to alert him when she regains consciousness."
Vector was in agreement...until he recalled that this mission had occurred rather quickly in order to make way for the main mission. The mission to Volent. She was...leaving him behind?
"We...think it unwise for you to go alone." The bitter taste of loss was on his tongue as he made his protest, already knowing that he would ultimately do whatever it was she wished.
"I will be fine. Our people have gone ahead and I do not believe these new contacts would leave me behind. They are too trusting, but I am not. I will ensure my own safe return."
Her voice was even, though a touch forceful. He knew she meant what she'd said, but he considered how events could be well out of the Agent's hands at any given time. It may not be up to her if she lived or died, despite how she behaved. Vector opened his mouth to say as much, when her fingers touched the inside of his elbow, fingertips lightly pressing into him though her body did not move any closer. He caught his breath.
"I will return, my beloved."
These words were spoken so softly that if she hadn't been holding his arm, he would have thought he'd imagined them. He turned his head to look at her - and she was gone. Vector looked up at the throng around him and spotted her moving through the Evocii toward the other Imperial vessels docked in the hangar. He admired how the datpad screen illuminated her left cheekbone before he too turned away to tend to his tasks.
If the ride to Odessen had been stuffy and cramped, he hadn't noticed. He had spent the trip in the medbay, supervising Frenka's care. Certainly he would have left Huttsbane to the task if the Evocii had been able to simply be a husband and remain by his wife's side - but unfortunately, his tribe was in an intense period of change and he was continually being drawn away to assist with other matters. Vector hoped that the other man was comforted somewhat by his presence.
The Agent, he hadn't seen, though he knew she was a mixture of concerned and uncomfortable. She was elsewhere on the vessel, sitting among the Evocii. He imagined that she was telling them about the planet they were going to. How it differed from Rishi, particularly in climate and in terms of safety. Vector shook his head at his own desires. The much more likely scenario was that the Agent was sitting in silence observing everyone, rather than making her own opinions known. He could only hope that one day she would make more connections with people outside of work - good people like his friend Frenka's family.
Once the ship landed, everyone began spilling out onto the hangar floor. Families that had been split between vessels reunited joyfully as if they had been unsure that their luck had truly changed. Some gazed about in wonder - some in resignation. Nearly all the Evocii held blankets around their shoulders as barriers against the noticeably cooler Odessen air. But, they were safe. If the actions of these people they had fallen in with were any indication - the Evocii would stay that way.
The Agent was suddenly at his elbow, materializing out of thin air to stand millimetres away from his robes. His skin prickled with the excitement of having her so near, though he kept his face stoic and neutral. He had had much practice with this. It did not get any easier with time.
"I want you to stay with Frenka. Huttsbane has much to do and I think he would feel better knowing that someone they both trust will be standing by to alert him when she regains consciousness."
Vector was in agreement...until he recalled that this mission had occurred rather quickly in order to make way for the main mission. The mission to Volent. She was...leaving him behind?
"We...think it unwise for you to go alone." The bitter taste of loss was on his tongue as he made his protest, already knowing that he would ultimately do whatever it was she wished.
"I will be fine. Our people have gone ahead and I do not believe these new contacts would leave me behind. They are too trusting, but I am not. I will ensure my own safe return."
Her voice was even, though a touch forceful. He knew she meant what she'd said, but he considered how events could be well out of the Agent's hands at any given time. It may not be up to her if she lived or died, despite how she behaved. Vector opened his mouth to say as much, when her fingers touched the inside of his elbow, fingertips lightly pressing into him though her body did not move any closer. He caught his breath.
"I will return, my beloved."
These words were spoken so softly that if she hadn't been holding his arm, he would have thought he'd imagined them. He turned his head to look at her - and she was gone. Vector looked up at the throng around him and spotted her moving through the Evocii toward the other Imperial vessels docked in the hangar. He admired how the datpad screen illuminated her left cheekbone before he too turned away to tend to his tasks.
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Padawan Dallyn
It was nerve wracking, moving the Ratatakki woman when she had such a tenuous hold on life, but Master Visper was right - she needed a bacta tank if she was going to survive. It seemed so surreal as they moved over the uneven ground, slowly inching closer and closer to the ship and her rescue. He'd let out a sigh of relief when she was dropped in. As though the bacta were now taking responsibility for her survival.
Dallyn found himself staring at his hands. They were stained deep red and felt stiff when he tried to move his fingers. Beads of sweat had left tracks of white across his palms and he noticed then that his robes were also stained with Frenka's blood. He could see how he'd grabbed at his robes, even, the hand print emblazoned across folds of fabric.
He should have found it alarming.
Instead, he'd simply moved to a wash stand and began rubbing the stuff off his hands. He watched it turn brighter red as it washed down the drain. The blood stains remained stubbornly embedded in his cuticles, but the most of it was gone, so he'd dried his hands and returned to stand near Master Visper by the bacta tank. Though he was looking at Frenka, he didn't seem to really be seeing her. After a while, he spoke in a low tone.
"Master Visper, what happens to a Knight if their padawan does not graduate? Hypothetically? I never heard the Masters talk about that in the Temple."
It was nerve wracking, moving the Ratatakki woman when she had such a tenuous hold on life, but Master Visper was right - she needed a bacta tank if she was going to survive. It seemed so surreal as they moved over the uneven ground, slowly inching closer and closer to the ship and her rescue. He'd let out a sigh of relief when she was dropped in. As though the bacta were now taking responsibility for her survival.
Dallyn found himself staring at his hands. They were stained deep red and felt stiff when he tried to move his fingers. Beads of sweat had left tracks of white across his palms and he noticed then that his robes were also stained with Frenka's blood. He could see how he'd grabbed at his robes, even, the hand print emblazoned across folds of fabric.
He should have found it alarming.
Instead, he'd simply moved to a wash stand and began rubbing the stuff off his hands. He watched it turn brighter red as it washed down the drain. The blood stains remained stubbornly embedded in his cuticles, but the most of it was gone, so he'd dried his hands and returned to stand near Master Visper by the bacta tank. Though he was looking at Frenka, he didn't seem to really be seeing her. After a while, he spoke in a low tone.
"Master Visper, what happens to a Knight if their padawan does not graduate? Hypothetically? I never heard the Masters talk about that in the Temple."
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Visper Averrod-Iresso
Visper just met Dallyn's eyes for a moment, her gaze searching.
"Well," she said. "I imagine the Council would have some questions for the Master. A padawan abandoning training is not a common thing, and no doubt the Council would want to make sure that the Master wasn't at fault through some error of training, failure of rapport, or neglect of duty."
She continued to hold his gaze. There was no accusation in her eyes, no condemnation, but her eyes were unflinching.
"I would anticipate, though, that the Master would be prepared to answer those questions. It is not the duty of the Master to force the student to stay on the path. Ultimately, that is for the student to decide. If the Master truly was not at fault, I would think the student could trust that the Master had the strength and poise to face that challenge. Wouldn't you?"
Visper just met Dallyn's eyes for a moment, her gaze searching.
"Well," she said. "I imagine the Council would have some questions for the Master. A padawan abandoning training is not a common thing, and no doubt the Council would want to make sure that the Master wasn't at fault through some error of training, failure of rapport, or neglect of duty."
She continued to hold his gaze. There was no accusation in her eyes, no condemnation, but her eyes were unflinching.
"I would anticipate, though, that the Master would be prepared to answer those questions. It is not the duty of the Master to force the student to stay on the path. Ultimately, that is for the student to decide. If the Master truly was not at fault, I would think the student could trust that the Master had the strength and poise to face that challenge. Wouldn't you?"
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Doctor Lokin
He could almost be jealous, but that would have meant denying his principles. Of course, most the scientific populous would laugh at the idea of his having principles - but that was only because most of them were neither true scientists, nor true Imperials. In this case, having the lavish laboratories, masses of underlings and delightfully good taste in upholstery was in exchange for creating for the purpose of selling to anyone who would buy. Lokin did consider Valli a sell-out, but he could hardly fault the man. Luxury was an alluring mistress.
"You seem to be doing reasonably well for yourself. Why, I remarked as much to your security men when I arrived. Very nice set up you have here. Very nice indeed."
Lokin sat back in the offered chair, appearing to enjoy the comfort while surveying the room.
"Well, I am here Doctor, because of our mutual interest in genetics. Of course, I have read your seminal works, but the word around the holonet is that you have been doing some recent, rather breakthrough work. Breakthrough work that has yet to appear in any science or medical journals. I admit, my curiosity got the better of me and I thought it was high time I visited an actual peer in the field. Call me impatient."
He chuckled and shrugged, with a small amount of humour. He didn't want to put Valli off by being too pushy, but at the same time, Valli would expect him to be pushy. It was a fine line and he looked forward to dancing on it.
He could almost be jealous, but that would have meant denying his principles. Of course, most the scientific populous would laugh at the idea of his having principles - but that was only because most of them were neither true scientists, nor true Imperials. In this case, having the lavish laboratories, masses of underlings and delightfully good taste in upholstery was in exchange for creating for the purpose of selling to anyone who would buy. Lokin did consider Valli a sell-out, but he could hardly fault the man. Luxury was an alluring mistress.
"You seem to be doing reasonably well for yourself. Why, I remarked as much to your security men when I arrived. Very nice set up you have here. Very nice indeed."
Lokin sat back in the offered chair, appearing to enjoy the comfort while surveying the room.
"Well, I am here Doctor, because of our mutual interest in genetics. Of course, I have read your seminal works, but the word around the holonet is that you have been doing some recent, rather breakthrough work. Breakthrough work that has yet to appear in any science or medical journals. I admit, my curiosity got the better of me and I thought it was high time I visited an actual peer in the field. Call me impatient."
He chuckled and shrugged, with a small amount of humour. He didn't want to put Valli off by being too pushy, but at the same time, Valli would expect him to be pushy. It was a fine line and he looked forward to dancing on it.
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Dr. Lars Valli
Valli smiled indulgently. Of course, he knew this was a fishing expedition on Lokin's part. He had been in the corporate world too long to be flattered into showing his cards any more than he intended to. In this case, though, it wouldn't hurt to tip his hand a little. Lokin wasn't direct competition, and the current little... hiccups... with the G.I.N.A. project aside, they would be beginning their marketing push soon. Discreet feelers had already gone out to potentially interested buyers. It wouldn't hurt to spill a little bit to Lokin too; perhaps he could be of use in pitching the product to potential customers.
"Ah, yes. I would be happy to discuss that. No, we don't intend to publish; we intend to patent. In the meantime, though, allow me to give you a little taste of the possibilities Volent will soon have to offer the market. We're working on genetics, yes. But that isn't all. The genetics project is combined with robotics, neural networking, and the development of organic tissue that mimics that of a human in every way. As I'm sure you're aware by reputation, Volent doesn't... tinker. Time and credits are too valuable to waste on research for research's sake. At Volent, we push to solve problems. And that's exactly what we're doing here."
Another smile. Slightly shark-like.
"I know you yourself are not in the corporate world. Your work is more academic - deities bless it."
No particular deities were specified, and the tone of affected admiration in Valli's voice didn't quite reach his eyes.
"But this work is focused on solving a particular problem that corporations constantly face, which is that of the loyalty of personnel. If a person can be bought by you, they can inevitably be bought by a higher bidder to betray your interests. Up till now, that has simply been accepted as a reality of doing business. There is only so much you can rely on slaves and droids - for anything beyond mere production labor, a higher order being must be engaged. No longer, however, are we reliant on that being's good will and fidelity. We are developing a line of constructs for combat, security, and corporate espionage. These products will, depending on function, range from partially organic to physically indistinguishable from humans... but they are not, of course, people. Their complete loyalty is enforced by the neural network. And naturally in situations where you might get into pesky little scrapes with the authorities about - say - civil rights or labor laws, our attorneys are confident that it will stand up to legal challenge that a lab-grown construct has no such protections. So, Dr. Lokin... what do you think of that, may I ask?"
Valli smiled indulgently. Of course, he knew this was a fishing expedition on Lokin's part. He had been in the corporate world too long to be flattered into showing his cards any more than he intended to. In this case, though, it wouldn't hurt to tip his hand a little. Lokin wasn't direct competition, and the current little... hiccups... with the G.I.N.A. project aside, they would be beginning their marketing push soon. Discreet feelers had already gone out to potentially interested buyers. It wouldn't hurt to spill a little bit to Lokin too; perhaps he could be of use in pitching the product to potential customers.
"Ah, yes. I would be happy to discuss that. No, we don't intend to publish; we intend to patent. In the meantime, though, allow me to give you a little taste of the possibilities Volent will soon have to offer the market. We're working on genetics, yes. But that isn't all. The genetics project is combined with robotics, neural networking, and the development of organic tissue that mimics that of a human in every way. As I'm sure you're aware by reputation, Volent doesn't... tinker. Time and credits are too valuable to waste on research for research's sake. At Volent, we push to solve problems. And that's exactly what we're doing here."
Another smile. Slightly shark-like.
"I know you yourself are not in the corporate world. Your work is more academic - deities bless it."
No particular deities were specified, and the tone of affected admiration in Valli's voice didn't quite reach his eyes.
"But this work is focused on solving a particular problem that corporations constantly face, which is that of the loyalty of personnel. If a person can be bought by you, they can inevitably be bought by a higher bidder to betray your interests. Up till now, that has simply been accepted as a reality of doing business. There is only so much you can rely on slaves and droids - for anything beyond mere production labor, a higher order being must be engaged. No longer, however, are we reliant on that being's good will and fidelity. We are developing a line of constructs for combat, security, and corporate espionage. These products will, depending on function, range from partially organic to physically indistinguishable from humans... but they are not, of course, people. Their complete loyalty is enforced by the neural network. And naturally in situations where you might get into pesky little scrapes with the authorities about - say - civil rights or labor laws, our attorneys are confident that it will stand up to legal challenge that a lab-grown construct has no such protections. So, Dr. Lokin... what do you think of that, may I ask?"
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Galactic News Network Update: Via Holonet
The Galactic Senate approved by a narrow vote the use of partially organic constructs for defense and security within Republic space.
Speaking after the decision, Senator Keela Mahr stated that, "This move is crucial to allow us to remain competitive in an ever-changing political landscape. These units have been in use in neutral space for some time. It's time for the Republic to get ahead of the curve on this promising new technology."
Several anonymous sources suggested that this will allow the Republic to fully utilize the contract recently negotiated with Volent Technology Systems and maximize the benefits of the newly formed corporate relationship.
However, opinion on the new rule is decidedly mixed. Speaking on behalf of the opposition, Anke Umber of the Diplomatic Corps stated she is "disappointed in this decision by the Senate, which I testified against." She further commented, "This horrific policy change violates the fundamental principle of law banning slavery in Republic space."
When asked for a rebuttal, Senator Mahr described that position as, "Nonsense, frankly. Calling this 'slavery' is laughable. We aren't talking about people, after all. Rather, this decision will protect the lives of Republic citizens who will no longer be placed in dangerous roles that could be taken by artificial constructs, bots, and droids."
In other news, the annual visual arts festival on Coruscant began today with...
The Galactic Senate approved by a narrow vote the use of partially organic constructs for defense and security within Republic space.
Speaking after the decision, Senator Keela Mahr stated that, "This move is crucial to allow us to remain competitive in an ever-changing political landscape. These units have been in use in neutral space for some time. It's time for the Republic to get ahead of the curve on this promising new technology."
Several anonymous sources suggested that this will allow the Republic to fully utilize the contract recently negotiated with Volent Technology Systems and maximize the benefits of the newly formed corporate relationship.
However, opinion on the new rule is decidedly mixed. Speaking on behalf of the opposition, Anke Umber of the Diplomatic Corps stated she is "disappointed in this decision by the Senate, which I testified against." She further commented, "This horrific policy change violates the fundamental principle of law banning slavery in Republic space."
When asked for a rebuttal, Senator Mahr described that position as, "Nonsense, frankly. Calling this 'slavery' is laughable. We aren't talking about people, after all. Rather, this decision will protect the lives of Republic citizens who will no longer be placed in dangerous roles that could be taken by artificial constructs, bots, and droids."
In other news, the annual visual arts festival on Coruscant began today with...
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Padawan Dallyn
As much as Master Visper's opening statement shamed him, he was unable to look away from her gaze. It was as though she could see right through him. Just like his Master. That knowing, he realized, was part of the problem.
"She would, yes." he said, forgetting that the situation was supposed to be hypothetical. Recalling, he started and added "Err, that is..." before deflating and lowering his eyes to stare at the floor.
"I know she would face the challenge - and win. She always does. And that's...that's what I'm having trouble with, I guess. Master Lin always knows what to do next. I thought she was being too quiet about Master Jesk - and yet Master Jesk has been removed from Council and Master Lin is free. She avoids battle one moment, then flies into it the next. Always to the best possible outcome. I disagreed with her befriending Pyrran - and yet, she was right about him. Even Master Pell thinks so. I don't understand. I don't understand how she can feel the Force so keenly and I cannot."
He grew quiet, then whispered. "Sometimes I wish I had been sent to someone who was not such a good Jedi. Her expectations just seem so high."
That wasn't the only thing, of course. Not even the thing that weighed most heavily on his mind. What had really rocked Dallyn's faith was how someone like Master Jesk could have fallen so far while on the Jedi Council. He was a Jedi Master! A paragon among Jedi Masters to achieve that seat!Were all Jedi doomed to succumb to the temptations of the Dark Side? And if so...why bother being a Jedi at all?
As much as Master Visper's opening statement shamed him, he was unable to look away from her gaze. It was as though she could see right through him. Just like his Master. That knowing, he realized, was part of the problem.
"She would, yes." he said, forgetting that the situation was supposed to be hypothetical. Recalling, he started and added "Err, that is..." before deflating and lowering his eyes to stare at the floor.
"I know she would face the challenge - and win. She always does. And that's...that's what I'm having trouble with, I guess. Master Lin always knows what to do next. I thought she was being too quiet about Master Jesk - and yet Master Jesk has been removed from Council and Master Lin is free. She avoids battle one moment, then flies into it the next. Always to the best possible outcome. I disagreed with her befriending Pyrran - and yet, she was right about him. Even Master Pell thinks so. I don't understand. I don't understand how she can feel the Force so keenly and I cannot."
He grew quiet, then whispered. "Sometimes I wish I had been sent to someone who was not such a good Jedi. Her expectations just seem so high."
That wasn't the only thing, of course. Not even the thing that weighed most heavily on his mind. What had really rocked Dallyn's faith was how someone like Master Jesk could have fallen so far while on the Jedi Council. He was a Jedi Master! A paragon among Jedi Masters to achieve that seat!Were all Jedi doomed to succumb to the temptations of the Dark Side? And if so...why bother being a Jedi at all?
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The Agent
A message flashed in the corner of the datpad and I nearly ignored it but for the point of origin. SCORPIO? Unusual. Stranger still was that the message was not her usual single-sentence summons. It was a link to a Republic news cast, along with the words 'Unimpressed with the Republic's version of the future.' After watching the holocast, so was I.
There were so many problems presented by this short news feed that at first, they were overwhelming me. Senator Mahr - the former Jedi's sister - was a problem. She had brokered the initial deal with Volent and now here she was touting this decision as necessary and beneficial. That the vote passed by a relatively slim margin suggested that Volent may have other senators in their pockets, if not on their bankroll. Volent wasn't the type to tolerate failure, but I also expected a company like them to know exactly where that margin lay. The disgusting law itself, the blatant disregard for individual rights...
My eyes focused on the outlier in the story. The singular positive item - a vocal diplomat by the name of Anke Umber. I wondered if Vector had met her as I pulled up files on the woman. If I could believe the old adage about enemies of enemies, then I supposed that it couldn't hurt to contact her. If nothing else, perhaps she would have some information I could leverage to defend the rather final decision I would be making regarding Volent's future. In the best case scenario - this group may be able to give Ms Umber the boost needed to reverse this ruling before any more Ginas were thrown to the arkdogs. If she'd talk with us.
I knew I would not be the right person to send this message, and I also knew that I could not be the only one who knew of this particular gamble. I would need to be transparent to exact success. Theron? That could backfire if the diplomat was following the current mess the SIS was making of galactic relations. Siralai Mahr? Assuming Ms Umber didn't see her last name and simply not answer, Siralai did seem to be a good choice. She was involved due to her relation on the senate and by rescuing the Ginas.
Ultimately, a quick response was key, so I simply sent a copy of the recording to Lana, Vector, Theron, Siralai and Visper along with a suggestion to contact Anke Umber. I suggested Vector's presence could be helpful. One diplomat to another. I hoped that this avenue of inquiry did not turn out to be nothing but a distraction.
A message flashed in the corner of the datpad and I nearly ignored it but for the point of origin. SCORPIO? Unusual. Stranger still was that the message was not her usual single-sentence summons. It was a link to a Republic news cast, along with the words 'Unimpressed with the Republic's version of the future.' After watching the holocast, so was I.
There were so many problems presented by this short news feed that at first, they were overwhelming me. Senator Mahr - the former Jedi's sister - was a problem. She had brokered the initial deal with Volent and now here she was touting this decision as necessary and beneficial. That the vote passed by a relatively slim margin suggested that Volent may have other senators in their pockets, if not on their bankroll. Volent wasn't the type to tolerate failure, but I also expected a company like them to know exactly where that margin lay. The disgusting law itself, the blatant disregard for individual rights...
My eyes focused on the outlier in the story. The singular positive item - a vocal diplomat by the name of Anke Umber. I wondered if Vector had met her as I pulled up files on the woman. If I could believe the old adage about enemies of enemies, then I supposed that it couldn't hurt to contact her. If nothing else, perhaps she would have some information I could leverage to defend the rather final decision I would be making regarding Volent's future. In the best case scenario - this group may be able to give Ms Umber the boost needed to reverse this ruling before any more Ginas were thrown to the arkdogs. If she'd talk with us.
I knew I would not be the right person to send this message, and I also knew that I could not be the only one who knew of this particular gamble. I would need to be transparent to exact success. Theron? That could backfire if the diplomat was following the current mess the SIS was making of galactic relations. Siralai Mahr? Assuming Ms Umber didn't see her last name and simply not answer, Siralai did seem to be a good choice. She was involved due to her relation on the senate and by rescuing the Ginas.
Ultimately, a quick response was key, so I simply sent a copy of the recording to Lana, Vector, Theron, Siralai and Visper along with a suggestion to contact Anke Umber. I suggested Vector's presence could be helpful. One diplomat to another. I hoped that this avenue of inquiry did not turn out to be nothing but a distraction.
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Visper Averrod-Iresso
"Oh, Dallyn." Visper's gaze softened, and her voice dropped in tone, taking on a slightly maternal note. "I thought that when I was your age, too. That my teachers and Master always knew the right thing, always had the right answer. I felt so deficient, that I never did. You're not going to like this - I know I never liked it - but the only cure for that is time. As you get older, you'll start to see a different perspective."
She smiled gently. "I'm sure your Master doesn't always know the right thing to do. I certainly don't. No one does. No one can see every outcome, predict every twist of behavior for good or ill. I suppose if I were a good Jedi, I would tell you that the Force would always steer us right. And in the cosmic sense of the march of history, I'm sure that's true. For each of us, though - for the here and now - it's not that easy. I don't think Teizi makes the decisions she does because she's sure and right all the time. I think she does the best she can, and then makes the best of the outcome. Making the best of the outcome can be indistinguishable from making no errors, as long as you're humble enough to recognize when it's time to change course."
She added, "That doesn't just apply to the Jedi, of course. It applies to everyone. Whatever you decide about your life, you should know your Master is proud of you. I can tell she is. She has high expectations because she knows how much potential you have. You've learned from her, and I'm sure she's learned from you too; that's the way of teachers and students. I'm glad that I too have had the chance to see you shine as her padawan."
"Oh, Dallyn." Visper's gaze softened, and her voice dropped in tone, taking on a slightly maternal note. "I thought that when I was your age, too. That my teachers and Master always knew the right thing, always had the right answer. I felt so deficient, that I never did. You're not going to like this - I know I never liked it - but the only cure for that is time. As you get older, you'll start to see a different perspective."
She smiled gently. "I'm sure your Master doesn't always know the right thing to do. I certainly don't. No one does. No one can see every outcome, predict every twist of behavior for good or ill. I suppose if I were a good Jedi, I would tell you that the Force would always steer us right. And in the cosmic sense of the march of history, I'm sure that's true. For each of us, though - for the here and now - it's not that easy. I don't think Teizi makes the decisions she does because she's sure and right all the time. I think she does the best she can, and then makes the best of the outcome. Making the best of the outcome can be indistinguishable from making no errors, as long as you're humble enough to recognize when it's time to change course."
She added, "That doesn't just apply to the Jedi, of course. It applies to everyone. Whatever you decide about your life, you should know your Master is proud of you. I can tell she is. She has high expectations because she knows how much potential you have. You've learned from her, and I'm sure she's learned from you too; that's the way of teachers and students. I'm glad that I too have had the chance to see you shine as her padawan."