It was odd, almost troubling to see Mara Jade acting the demure noblewoman, but Galen supposed that the distance between that character and Mara's actual personality was the whole point. No one would ever have suspected the beautiful, if reticent, Duchess to be the Emperor's Hand. Not that he had much time to consider the subtleties of covert work, not with a powerful old adversary staring back at him, an equally troubling mask of harmlessness affixed as well.
Mara led the Consul away, giving him a brief look. Splitting up had always been part of their plan, but to give him the freedom to make his way through the place on his own, rather than each of them being accompanied. But he knew Mara must have felt Maris' strength and was probably intending for him to deal with the Zabrak woman. Galen gave Maris his best empty smile.
"Shall we...?"
Maris, still playing her part, took Galen's arm. "Dienna," she replied, giving him her patently false name. A few moments and they were in a corner of the ballroom, far enough away from the tables to converse quietly, but still in nonchalant view of the party.
"They said you were dead, Starkiller," Maris whispered. "At least, the one or two people who actually knew you existed at all."
Galen's response was curt. "What are you doing here?"
The Zabrak gave a flicker of hurt. "I had to eat, had to survive. So I decided to hide in plain sight. Kratos hired me as security. As far as he knows, I'm just a very good shot with excellent reflexes."
"Fine," he answered through his teeth. "Just stay out of my way, then. And look for new employment."
Maris' hand on his arm stopped Galen before he could turn. A slight wave of her emotions touched his Force sense. She had never been entirely stable, and her feelings were still erratic. "You know," she said softly, reaching a hand up t his face, "I never thanked you for letting me go on Felucia."
Galen swallowed and tried to think of a way out, all while trying to pretend he didn't feel the gaze drilling into the back of his head from across the room.
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Date: 2009-02-19 02:23 pm (UTC)Mara led the Consul away, giving him a brief look. Splitting up had always been part of their plan, but to give him the freedom to make his way through the place on his own, rather than each of them being accompanied. But he knew Mara must have felt Maris' strength and was probably intending for him to deal with the Zabrak woman. Galen gave Maris his best empty smile.
"Shall we...?"
Maris, still playing her part, took Galen's arm. "Dienna," she replied, giving him her patently false name. A few moments and they were in a corner of the ballroom, far enough away from the tables to converse quietly, but still in nonchalant view of the party.
"They said you were dead, Starkiller," Maris whispered. "At least, the one or two people who actually knew you existed at all."
Galen's response was curt. "What are you doing here?"
The Zabrak gave a flicker of hurt. "I had to eat, had to survive. So I decided to hide in plain sight. Kratos hired me as security. As far as he knows, I'm just a very good shot with excellent reflexes."
"Fine," he answered through his teeth. "Just stay out of my way, then. And look for new employment."
Maris' hand on his arm stopped Galen before he could turn. A slight wave of her emotions touched his Force sense. She had never been entirely stable, and her feelings were still erratic. "You know," she said softly, reaching a hand up t his face, "I never thanked you for letting me go on Felucia."
Galen swallowed and tried to think of a way out, all while trying to pretend he didn't feel the gaze drilling into the back of his head from across the room.