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The guards stepped aside, making way for the interiors of the palace. The prisoners had been bound and injected to fog their minds. The drugs would hinder their connection to the Force, making it difficult to have self control. Both the councilor and the Jedi Master were tightly chained, lead by the Sith Lord Thaed.
The Jedi were yanked and tugged along like cattle. And they very well might be, thought Thaed. He saw no reason for either of them to continue to live after the Emperor or Empress had exhausted use for them. The Zabrak cast a glance back at the councilor, peering at her with mild curiosity. The woman had been formidable on the battlefield. It was impressive how much pain she had endured till at last she gave in. The stump of her arm was a testament to how much she had lost, and he knew the pain had been excruciating. It would be a waste to see the councilor be executed, but Thaed knew at the end of the day she was a damn Jedi.
He paused before a set of double doors. He had already notified the Empress of the arrivals, though he doubted she had made any special arrangements for them. Thaed was still bloodied from battle, the wound on his back requiring medical attention. He had held off for some time, but he wanted nothing more now than to drop off the Jedi and return to his quarters.
The double doors opened and two Imperial guards ushered them inside. The scent of flowers assailed his senses, the entire chamber adorned with them. There were statues, a water fountain and slow jazz playing all around. Thaed raised an eyebrow, still not quite accustomed to Andraste’s strange habits. She could not be further opposite of the Emperor, who would never think to add decorations to his residence. The blindfolds were taken off the prisoners, as they were inside the chambers. If they left, they’d be blinded again.
Andraste was sitting across the large hall, the Chiss Imperator sitting in the adjacent couch. The two had often met in terms of the factions the two represented. Meetings helped keep the Imperium/Chiss alliance strong. The Chiss Sith Master Hazac was also present, though he was not directly involved in the discussion. A large tray of exotic appetizers and h’orderves was set on a table before them, along with empty glasses of wine and a half-filled bottle.
“Ah, our guests have arrived.”
Andraste turned to look at Thaed, who suddenly changed his posture and straightened up. He suddenly gave off a completely different vibe than what he had on the battle field. He lowered his gaze.
“Empress.”
Andraste looked from him to the prisoners. Her eyes were similar to that of Thaed’s, but her aura was far more difficult to read. Curiously enough, despite her Sith-like appearance, she did not give off the energy of someone completely immersed in the dark side of the Force. Andraste lifted a hand and beckoned forth the guards with a finger. Immediately, the guards shoved the two prisoners forward, forcing them to kneel before her.
For a moment, Andraste said nothing. Her attention was focused on the human woman. She could sense that it was a tremendously powerful Jedi. Andraste glanced up at Thaed, her eyes narrowing for a moment. The Zabrak grinned.
“Councilor, Empress. Their Sage Master.”
“As I had hoped.”
Andraste smiled, turning back to the woman. She snapped her fingers.
“Lock the Kaminoan away. Darth Silentius, you may remain or leave at your convenience.”
“Yes, Empress.”
Thaed bowed lightly, taking the remaining prisoner out of the hall after blindfolding her. She would be taken to a maximum security prison with Sith guards. It was close to Thaed’s quarters, which meant that he would be there to stop her if she attempted an escape. The double doors closed behind him as he left, happy to finally be out.
Andraste waited till Thaed had left before turning to the Jedi Councilor again. She reached down and grabbed a small appetizer, popping it in her mouth before straightening up in her seat. Andraste watched her with curiosity, noting the missing hand and the wounds across her body. She gestured to a couch on the side opposite of the Dorann.
“Please have a seat. The floor is no place for a woman of your status.”
The guards would step back slightly, allowing Ebberla to move if she pleased.
“We are amidst a war..but hospitality need not die. Tell me about yourself, councilor.”
The Jedi were yanked and tugged along like cattle. And they very well might be, thought Thaed. He saw no reason for either of them to continue to live after the Emperor or Empress had exhausted use for them. The Zabrak cast a glance back at the councilor, peering at her with mild curiosity. The woman had been formidable on the battlefield. It was impressive how much pain she had endured till at last she gave in. The stump of her arm was a testament to how much she had lost, and he knew the pain had been excruciating. It would be a waste to see the councilor be executed, but Thaed knew at the end of the day she was a damn Jedi.
He paused before a set of double doors. He had already notified the Empress of the arrivals, though he doubted she had made any special arrangements for them. Thaed was still bloodied from battle, the wound on his back requiring medical attention. He had held off for some time, but he wanted nothing more now than to drop off the Jedi and return to his quarters.
The double doors opened and two Imperial guards ushered them inside. The scent of flowers assailed his senses, the entire chamber adorned with them. There were statues, a water fountain and slow jazz playing all around. Thaed raised an eyebrow, still not quite accustomed to Andraste’s strange habits. She could not be further opposite of the Emperor, who would never think to add decorations to his residence. The blindfolds were taken off the prisoners, as they were inside the chambers. If they left, they’d be blinded again.
Andraste was sitting across the large hall, the Chiss Imperator sitting in the adjacent couch. The two had often met in terms of the factions the two represented. Meetings helped keep the Imperium/Chiss alliance strong. The Chiss Sith Master Hazac was also present, though he was not directly involved in the discussion. A large tray of exotic appetizers and h’orderves was set on a table before them, along with empty glasses of wine and a half-filled bottle.
“Ah, our guests have arrived.”
Andraste turned to look at Thaed, who suddenly changed his posture and straightened up. He suddenly gave off a completely different vibe than what he had on the battle field. He lowered his gaze.
“Empress.”
Andraste looked from him to the prisoners. Her eyes were similar to that of Thaed’s, but her aura was far more difficult to read. Curiously enough, despite her Sith-like appearance, she did not give off the energy of someone completely immersed in the dark side of the Force. Andraste lifted a hand and beckoned forth the guards with a finger. Immediately, the guards shoved the two prisoners forward, forcing them to kneel before her.
For a moment, Andraste said nothing. Her attention was focused on the human woman. She could sense that it was a tremendously powerful Jedi. Andraste glanced up at Thaed, her eyes narrowing for a moment. The Zabrak grinned.
“Councilor, Empress. Their Sage Master.”
“As I had hoped.”
Andraste smiled, turning back to the woman. She snapped her fingers.
“Lock the Kaminoan away. Darth Silentius, you may remain or leave at your convenience.”
“Yes, Empress.”
Thaed bowed lightly, taking the remaining prisoner out of the hall after blindfolding her. She would be taken to a maximum security prison with Sith guards. It was close to Thaed’s quarters, which meant that he would be there to stop her if she attempted an escape. The double doors closed behind him as he left, happy to finally be out.
Andraste waited till Thaed had left before turning to the Jedi Councilor again. She reached down and grabbed a small appetizer, popping it in her mouth before straightening up in her seat. Andraste watched her with curiosity, noting the missing hand and the wounds across her body. She gestured to a couch on the side opposite of the Dorann.
“Please have a seat. The floor is no place for a woman of your status.”
The guards would step back slightly, allowing Ebberla to move if she pleased.
“We are amidst a war..but hospitality need not die. Tell me about yourself, councilor.”
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