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On the city-planet of Elsul, a Sith sits outside a cafe sipping a fruity drink. She's guarded by a heavy battle droid (gathering more than a few startled stares from passerby, which the Sith and the droid both ignore) and accompanied by a servant droid covered in enameled flowers, who's scrolling through a list of local tourist attractions on a datapad and occasionally presenting options to her companions for discussion.
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matters-of-protocol
"Good."
She already knew Daisy would understand the necessity of keeping this quiet - that's why she didn't feel the need to demand secrecy of her. Still, the open agreement is nice.
"...Ask your questions, Knight Bani."
do-no-harm
"...You know, when I mentioned that I was curious what insights you'd have on - maybe not even 'being a class three droid', perhaps 'being someone that has likely also had to deal with situations like "people insisting that there is not a relevant hierarchy to a conversation they're having with you"', I said I'd have no idea what to ask, if I had the chance."
like bread, remade
Daisy waits a beat before speaking. "It might make sense to just start at the beginning: What did Darth Kalbetis want when she made you, and what was that like for you?"
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