TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
The door opened, and the skimmer's weight shifted slightly as Senator Organa climbed in. Face buried in a dataslate, he didn't even look at his driver. "The Hall of Deliberations," he instructed absently, tapping at the screen. "I'll be there for two hours, before I need to leave for my appointment with Senator Lirn Adasca."
His attention to his reading hardly wavered as the skimmer smoothly accelerated from the hanger, drifting along the blue-green grass that made up the streets of the capitol. Nor did he register the passers-by, dressed in cloaks and gowns of white and blue. He didn't even notice when the skimmer deviated from the shortest route to the Hall.
"Terrible business, this," he murmured, addressing his driver for the first time. Without looks no up, he tapped his screen for emphasis. "The assassination of Duchess Satine of Mandalore, I mean. And of Senators Lrix Wata and Jmi Folca, and of Jedi Master Kathal Porr." A sigh. "It's almost as if someone is deliberately targeting the most outspoken critics of the erosion of our civil liberties as the war escalates."
For the first time he looked up, his blue-grey eyes meeting hers in the rear display. "Wouldn't you agree, Scarlett?"
Earlier...
"I don't know...". Bail sounded skeptical.
"Oh, no," Queen Breha said, examining him with interest. "It's a very convincing likeness."
"I agree that he could pass for me visually, and the voice is a good match," Bail replied. "But... master Jedi, you say a Force-sensitive assassin is coming for me. How can a costume hide you from the Force?"
Quentin grinned at that, twisting to examine the effect of his costume in the mirror. "There are techniques," he said in a voice eerily like Bail's. "Ways to hide your presence in the Force, or to appear to be someone else. And I don't have to fool her for long." The grin faded. "Just for long enough."
His attention to his reading hardly wavered as the skimmer smoothly accelerated from the hanger, drifting along the blue-green grass that made up the streets of the capitol. Nor did he register the passers-by, dressed in cloaks and gowns of white and blue. He didn't even notice when the skimmer deviated from the shortest route to the Hall.
"Terrible business, this," he murmured, addressing his driver for the first time. Without looks no up, he tapped his screen for emphasis. "The assassination of Duchess Satine of Mandalore, I mean. And of Senators Lrix Wata and Jmi Folca, and of Jedi Master Kathal Porr." A sigh. "It's almost as if someone is deliberately targeting the most outspoken critics of the erosion of our civil liberties as the war escalates."
For the first time he looked up, his blue-grey eyes meeting hers in the rear display. "Wouldn't you agree, Scarlett?"
Earlier...
"I don't know...". Bail sounded skeptical.
"Oh, no," Queen Breha said, examining him with interest. "It's a very convincing likeness."
"I agree that he could pass for me visually, and the voice is a good match," Bail replied. "But... master Jedi, you say a Force-sensitive assassin is coming for me. How can a costume hide you from the Force?"
Quentin grinned at that, twisting to examine the effect of his costume in the mirror. "There are techniques," he said in a voice eerily like Bail's. "Ways to hide your presence in the Force, or to appear to be someone else. And I don't have to fool her for long." The grin faded. "Just for long enough."