Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:00 pm by Aerandir Calmcacil
*When the lift reached its destination, Aerandir lifted the silent hilt of his lightsaber in preparation for immediately activation and use should it be necessary. But yet... Aerandir could sense nothing but calm. In a relative sense; there was unrest, but no sense of violent hostility.
As the turbolift doors opened to a carpeted bridge overlooking the floors below, Aerandir could not help but step away just enough to peer over the edge and see what lied below. Mostly he was scanning for vantage points, or possible means of... unconventional escape. Once he had a good look, he stepped closer to the group again, only now able to discern the figures that stood before the grand golden doors before them.
Lord Opress, and, he assumed, the Iridonian Council. That would explain the unrest, if Lita's stories were any indication; they clearly were not happy to see her. Aerandir paid them little regard other than giving them a look over and committing their general imagery to memory, as well as letting their Force presences temporarily imprint upon his mind should it be necessary later, then followed Lita and the others into the hall itself.
Deimos should have been here. This should have been the part where a known Dark Jedi and enemy of the Jedi was confronted, defeated, and detained. Or worse, if necessary. And yet, it was completely empty. An observation also made bitterly by Lita, and affirmed by another figure that appeared; their fellow saboteur, Aerandir assumed, who also remarked how this was a "bloodless battle." Relatively; Aerandir remembered the fallen Zabraks and feeling their life force stripped from them. He suppressed a shudder at the memory. Still, the death toll could have been far worse...
Adelle's remark, one mixed with lightness yet irritation, drew Aerandir's gaze to her again. In a way, it was a relief; there was little Adelle would have to put herself through if this was truly the end. But he wasn't about to consign themselves to an easy victory just yet, not until it was proven.*
Seems unlike a Dark Jedi to just neglect what would be a great asset to him.
*He had been examining the hall, part of his mind taking in the grandeur of the place, the other part examining all possibilities.*
I wonder if your Council "friends" there know the story.
*"If they'd even talk." He tore his gaze away from the structures, looking around at the group.*
And if he did not in fact abandon Iridonia, he may come back.
*He was probably stating the obvious; everyone in the room had likely already considered the possibility. But it was one worth voicing regardless, and one that led into his next bit of dialogue.*
I'm sure that once you're reinstated to the throne, you'll have the resources necessary to defend against his return should that happen. However, should you need it, my help is always freely offered.
*Aerandir glanced at Adelle, expecting her to most likely agree with the sentiment. He could tell that Adelle some sort of connection with Lita, one he could not explain but definitely feel. Whatever it was, Aerandir put that thought aside and returned his gaze to Lita. By no means was he implying they were done here; he was only, once again, suggesting another possibility.*