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the exile

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In a corner of the bar, the Exile sits, sitting cross-legged, hands on her knees, eyes closed. Either she's sleeping, in deep thought or trying to get herself in a better state of control.

The mun thinks she'll go with the latter. If you prod her softly, or give her fair warning, it's safe to say that she probably won't smack you with her lightsaber.

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The exile can probably feel Mace's presence thru the Force. If anything, his skill has grown since he arrived.

The Jedi watches from a distance, curious.

The Exile can feel him through the Force, though she shies away from it.

She's not comfortable with other Jedi as much.

Mace's brow furrows a bit. Did he feel something? Perhaps, so he concentrates, and retreats his presence, focusing inwardly.

Suddenly, Kira pulls out. She's no good at meditation unless Mical's around to help her out...plus this place is too...

alive. Like Nar Shadaa.

"Greetings." The word is spoken in a calm and clear voice.

"Hello." Kira says softly, glancing at the stranger, before drinking at her water.

"I am Mace Windu." he bows.

"Kira Isek." She nods her head back to him, respectively. "You a Jedi Master?"

She gestures at his clothes. Her own are civilian. And Telosian by cut.

He pauses a moment to consider his reply... going over the unique circumstances of his presence at Milliways, the he speaks.

"Yes, I am."

"Hmph." She sits back. "So Mical's Academy will raise the new Jedi. Good. Maybe they'll be smarter than the old."

"It depends on a couple things." he almost smiles, faintly amused at something.

"What you call 'old' and 'new' Jedi?"

"Well. The old ones are all dead. The one's who trained me." She says softly, regret not even flitting through her voice. "And the ones I trained are the new."

"You trained Jedi, here?" A brow rises slightly.

"Not here. In my galaxy. The Force sensitives I found during my mission. Atton, Mical, Mira..." She smiles slowly. "Brianna and Visas. I have faith in them."

"You trained Atton." A nod, even if he does not smile. "He is a fine Jedi..." Yes, mace likes him. Atton has something the 'new jedi' he knows totally lack.

"I only started him down the path...we were rudely interrupted by a few Sith lords." Kira says wryly.

"If they did not meddle into people's affairs, seeking to increase their power, they would not be Sith, it is not right? You did an excellent job."

"Thank you." She says softly, almost...sadly. "It just sort of...fell into place."

"Atton has something most of the new Jedi of my time lack."

She snorts softly. "What's that?"

"He does not think being a Jedi is a matter of convenience." No, not a very good opinion about the people the Skywalkers trained.

"You mean, like using it to turn on the 'fresher light at night?" Kira asks. "'Cause no, he wouldn't. Not that he really uses the Force that much anyway."

"He uses it when he needs to. Wich is always wise."

"Very true." Kira says. "Though sometimes I wish my life were easy enough to use it for trivial things."

"Like calling a pen for you from across the room?" Again, he almost smiles. "Each time I feel tempted to do so, I find myself something to work at."

"I don't have time to call pens across rooms. In fact, when I leave here, I'll be inside a cave. Hiding from assasins bent on ending me."

"I hope they fail."

"They have so far. Thank you." She smiles softly. "But revenge is a happy helper in battle. Especially for the Sith. I would know."

"I know the Sith, and their methods. All too well."

"How well? Were you ever one?" She glances up at him again. "Because I was."

[T-storms becomming slightly scarier...slowtime?]

"I was killed by one, who convinced two other Jedi to betray us." He nods at her statement, being more enlightened than most Jedi about Sith and the Dark Side.

(np!)

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