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[imahologram]

for whatever miscellaneous bullshit your little heart can come up with.

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[t65]

[Luke tries not to balk at her sudden crudity.] I can lead them on a wild goose chase. I've done it before.

[He sits down, gentle again in the face of her anger.] My father had the Force, and that's why I have it. It's also why I was taken from him. [Probably.] I wouldn't want that for anyone else. I'd try to help, if I could.

[methony]

And then you're planning to infiltrate them, and then to figure out where the other one went? [Her temper carries her away with it sometimes. She spits the words out at him, wishing she could shoot something in here.] I'm sure the Alliance want you to waste their resources on a whore's children.

[She hasn't spoken of either of them since she left Mild-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-The-Wicked with Kolkhis. It's nearly a relief to talk of them--except that once "Luke Skywalker" here leaves, they'll be fresh in her mind all over again.]

[t65]

The Alliance doesn't have a choice. I'm their only Jedi. [Luke says, voice canny with confidence.] I don't make promises lightly, Methony. I'm serious about this.

[methony]

And I should simply trust you.

[The worst part is that she'd like to, if she could. She could get anywhere from a well-trafficked Alliance planet, maybe somewhere she could keep Felix and Mild-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-The-Wicked close.]

You're definitely not an Imperial yourself, dressed like that. [Dryly. He's not far off their uniform.]

[t65]

Here is your first lesson in the Force, [Luke says, reaching out his hand, palm up. It's to illustrate a point.] Trust your instinct; it's the Force speaking through you. What feels right?