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Sith Dusk meets Spider
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Lord Pradnakt doesn't paint often, but it doesn't seem like she's going to be able to get the effect she wants for this installation any other way, so here she is, half an hour out into the desert, sun low in the sky behind her, paint tray at her feet, speeder resting nearby, just finishing up the second coat of purple on the column she's chosen; in a few days she'll be back with the blue final coat, and then she can begin her work in earnest. She steps back to examine the latest patch of paint, touches it up in a couple places, then begins packing up; she'll meditate when she's done, and then head home for a late dinner.

Or perhaps not. What's that?

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That's...

 

...a person? Appearing out of nowhere? And then collapsing to the ground and curling up in a little ball of panic?

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What the fuck.

That sure is a lot of panic. Being prodded by a Sith isn't likely to make it better, but she does it anyway, the alternative being leaving him to die in the desert: stride, crouch, nudge. "Who'd you piss off, hmm?"

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No response. Debatable whether he understood her at all. Plausible he hasn't noticed that she's there.

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She waits several seconds for a reply, and when none is forthcoming she goes back to putting her painting supplies away.

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Yep that sure is a little ball of panic.

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She finishes cleaning up, and watches the sunset, and meditates. Takes a couple hours.

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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...aa?

 

He uncurls slightly and looks around.

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It's dark, though not fully night yet. Pradnakt is meditating, back straight, features severe, radiating a slight aura of danger: every inch the proper Sith. The pillar with its band of purple paint is a little incongruous with this, and the speeder partially visible behind it is likely neutral.

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—maybe he had the right idea with the curling up in a ball of panic after all.

He can't decide what to do, and so doesn't do anything.

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She finishes meditating and goes to check on him again. Nudge.

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He looks up at her fearfully and doesn't say anything.

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"Yeah, I know, Sith. Let's get you out of the desert, hm?"

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—okay so this time he definitely did notice that she is there and saying things, and definitely did not understand a word of what she said.

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...weird. Who doesn't know Basic? Well, she can try Huttese and Sabati and Sith, then.

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...nope. And nope. And nope.

Okay, now he's confused in addition to terrified.

 

...tentatively, he says something in a totally unfamiliar language.

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Nope.

Hand signs? 'Come here'?

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...okay, he understood that one. And it. Seems like it might conceivably be a better idea than curling up in a ball all by himself in the middle of this desert.

—he has a little trouble getting himself to move, though.

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She offers him a hand up, after a second.

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(aaa)

no okay okay he can do this. He uncurls himself and takes her hand and carefully gets to his feet.

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Good!

She heads for the speeder, looking back after a few steps to see if he's following.

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Yep he sure is doing that.

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She gestures for him to stop a little ways away from it, then sits on it and turns it on. It humms to life and floats a foot or two into the air, the headlight coming on a second later.

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—he is somewhat startled and unsettled by this turn of events, but okay.

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Yeah. She gives him a second to settle down, and then scoots back on the seat and pats the spot in front of her, where there's room for him to sit.

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(aaa)

Yes okay he can do that too. Look at this guy. So good at doing things. The best.

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