25 Let it Happen (1/2)
Before the duo could return to the interior, Ahsoka stepped in front of the Grand Moff who was going to let the Jedi Master's effects lay within the muddy dirt. His eyes looked at her, the emotions she had felt earlier were gone, no trace of them left behind. It as if they weren't there to begin with.
It felt as if he just witnessed a character in a fiction and it didn't necessarily stay with him. It was as if he wasn't actually here in a mental sense. It was as if he had no real attachment to this world. As if he never really belonged in the first place.
This was just an adventure for him, a universe for him to conquer and reimage.
Ahsoka deactivated her sabers, but kept them in her hands as she twirled them between her fingers. ”You knew, you let it happen. That look you made before, you saw a change.” Her tone was of accusation, she was hurt. She let herself trust him and it seemed he kept information from them. It was a typical Imperial, a boy with toys.
She pointed towards the dead girl who laid there, disfigured by his strike. ”You knew she was dangerous and you warned us... But you didn't say why... If he knew what her ability was, he would have went after her first!”
The Grand Moff glanced way slightly, his brown eyes gazing over at Sariss, thinking it was a waste to have killed her, yet she herself wouldn't serve him. Well, that is unless he told her that he was rebuilding the Empire. The same reason why she followed Jerec.
”The Master Jedi had battle precognition,” he spat out with an indifferent, without a care, tone. ”He could've seen it coming.”
Ahsoka's eyes narrowed on him all of her battle experience, trauma and memories being to fill her rage. She wasn't giving into her emotions, but she was letting them guide her. She wanted to attack him, but it was strange. This vergence which surrounded him kept him enigmatic to her precognition abilities.
Was this why the enemies didn't see him coming? How he could knock them down, push them around and couldn't defend against him right away? Thinking back about it, she didn't foresee what he was going to do to the duo she was fighting.
”You're hiding yourself from precognitions through the force...” She observed out loud as she released a brief intent to kill. She was using trial and error and couldn't foresee the fight other than the damage she would gain should she outright attack him. She didn't see the fight, just critical burns.
”I make it a point to kill those whom seek to kill me, don't try that again.” The Grand Moff's eyes seemed dark and unforgiving the moment the gave her the warning.
Ahsoka could tell that it wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Her expression went blank for that moment. She could understand the ideals he held, but at the same time couldn't understand the way he thought.
Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth, ”tch.. It's like you're playing a game and this is just an obstacle course to you.”
”Would you like to look the way you did during the Clone Wars? Aside from taller. A little baby fat, youthful.” He completely changed the subject, gesturing beneath the eyes. ”No stress under the eyes?”
Her upper lip twitched in annoyance as he was bringing something up like this. While any woman would like to look younger, feel younger and have less physical problems as they grew older. This wasn't something she wanted to hear from him. She holstered her weapons to disarm herself, to deter herself from continuing with the urge of attacking him.
”No.” Ahsoka responded with a casual tone.
”Liar,” Tobias could sense she was lying, as she was angry and unruly that not only did he allow for the Jedi Master to die due to the lack of information given. But he also shrugged it off like it was nothing.
She even knew the Jedi were suppressed when it came to emotions, but they did allow them to be outwardly expressed during certain events. Such as death, loss and then accepting it. Grieving was natural and there was time for it now.
Her eyes narrowed on the item in which he was taking out of his trouser's pocket. It was a bracelet. The moment she laid eyes on it, she could feel it's unnatural power. Though it wasn't dark, it wasn't light either. It was imbued with the force, a specific ability, the item was Metallurgically programmed. It was created through Alchemy that didn't yet cross the boundary into darkness.
Her lower lip opened up, revealing her teeth which remained closed together. Temptation was ringing out towards her. The item itself seemed to be semi-sentient, calling toward her. Just like with Rae Sloane, she could hear the voices in the back of her head.
”What is that... Why is it calling to me with incoherent voices? Why is it able to tempt me...?” Ahsoka spun words from her mouth as her eyes became curious, she took a few steps forward. She was clearly conflicted, but she was no longer a Jedi. No code bound her.
”Darth Plagueis, a recently deceased Dark Lord of the Sith studied this technique called Midichlorian Manipulation in order to ascend mortality. Sadly, his apprentice took everything he knew and killed him in his Sleep. He could save everyone he loved, except for himself.”