WHO: Alema Rar and Andrew Wells WHAT: The balance would indeed be served WHERE: Griffith Park RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
Alema didn't think there was any way in which she could possibly blend in to this Los Angles, but she had been a dancer and was lithe enough to climb to a low enough tree branch surrounded by Foliage.
She was not a fool and would not be trapped. If Jaina's little apprentice had decided to be clever and warn his Master...and that thought alone made her physically ill.
Jaina with an apprentice, teaching him her lies and her trechary.
But maybe, just maybe this one was new enough that he could still be tempted to betray her. Still be tempted by the lure of the Dark Side.
Alema had not lied to Andrew, she was not a Sith, The Sith, she suspected had rules and lies all of their own.
Alema was simply a Jedi willing to use any means she deemed nessacary, a Joiner of Gorog, with its freedoms and its shared thought that she so missed in this strange place. Its Night Herald.
And she would make Jaina Solo sorry for what she had given up. What she had betrayed. By making her apprentice betray her.
There was a balance to that.
And so Alema waited, a smile curling on her lips. This would be fun.