Hey there Lust! It has been a while.
from your very first instantiation of the game back in 2011? I might try going over and tweaking her a bit. I seem to recall her original history was in PM, I'll see if I still have it somewhere.
I need to double check her sheet and be sure it complies with the current spec. Definitely a 32-point build, but I think in the prior campaign setting we had far more leeway on personal equipage, it having gone super-military, super-fast.
1. I wanted to create an introvert who was in the process of becoming an extrovert.
2. The introversion seemed to fit well with the idea of naivete' which otherwise existed with those raised by the Jedi. What I had in mind a somewhat haughty, aloof, inwardly proud girl struggling a bit with Jedi humility and learning to be more open and communicative.
3. Somewhere in there I got the idea into my head that a diplomat would be intriguing, but Togruta aren't (usually) very subtle (though I came up with a way they could be very subtle diplomatically: treat it like a hunt).
4. I'd been playing around with the idea of a sneaky Bothan jedi at first but I discarded it. Then I realized that there couldn't be anyone better than a Bothan to learn political machinations from and that character became this character's Jedi Master.
5. Somewhere in there I got muddled into 'less diplomat, more agent' after looking at a few of the other players' characters which were emphasizing non-combat jedi. That put me back onto the 'aggressive hunter' line with the Togruta.
6. After some fiddling about, I went ahead and started her as a Noble rather than taking the 'Combat Training' feat which you supplied. I felt it was appropriate to the 'agent' idea I had in mind, giving her some more skills and languages as well as pistol training but not armor training. I had in mind the idea of her training being intended to result in something of a bodyguard/asset to a Jedi Consular.
7. One of the things I struggled the most with in writing, as Shaala's story changed and her character grew, was that lurking in the background was the idea of 'What game-destiny is this going to result in?' And unfortunately, this became something of a sticking-point with me, so much so that it stepped on my writing rather hard for a few days. I could see Corruption being an issue: more than most (non-Bothan) Jedi, she is willing to bend the truth to accomplish what she feels needs to be done, and she manages to talk to most people not by expressing herself, but by expressing what she believes they expect to hear. That may be unclear. It goes back to half of her life being spent very much as an introvert whose occasional observations were dismissed by those around her as 'childish'. I could also see Redemption being an issue, given that this is very much a person who is struggling to 'come out of her shell', a sort of 'delayed adolescent' due to being sheltered first by her family on Shili, and then by the isolation of Jedi training, during which she moved through several cultures to gather diplomatic experience, but was never a part of them. She is usually short-spoken, although in the 'Trial' portion of all this crap she gets a bit longwinded, but I attribute that to the fact that she has been reading all this stuff and knows the formalities and is falling back on the formalities rather than feeling stuck and tongue-tied about what to say, since it isn't personal.)
Something worth remembering: the official Bothan Spynet doesn't exist at this point in time but they did have a military intelligence branch and Bothans will be Bothans...
The Dal clan enjoyed quite a bit of success as off-world traders and diplomats, finding elements in the art of high-stakes negotiation which mapped well to the traditional Togruta affinity for the hunt; patient tracking and study of potential prey, the slow and careful stalk, finding the best ground for the battle and driving the prey to it, and the inevitable rush of the 'kill'. One of the best known and best-connected diplomats of the family, Mahrja Dal, is currently a senior Jedi Knight-Consular, and one of the order's several representatives to the Republic Diplomatic Corps.
Shaala Dal was born on the family's estate outside of Corvala on Shili in late 3982 BBY. From an early age it became apparent that she was unusually imaginative, but as she grew beyond an age where childish imagination was seemly, others' reactions to her caused her to become extremely shy and individualistic for a Togruta. While she enjoyed the hunt and participated aggressively in it, she did not seem entirely attuned to the rest of the pack. By the time she was nine years of age, her shyness had made her practically reclusive, and the concerned clan elders negotiated appointments with a wide variety of the renowned expert doctors and mental specialists for the girl. Unfortunately, most of their efforts only led her to be more secluded, and while stealth and silence were commendable skills of any hunter, and a certain degree of individuality was a great asset in a hunt leader, the use of such traits to avoid one's own clan and family was well beyond the pale.
Half a year into this cycle of intensive, albeit caring, poking and prodding, Shaala's grand-aunt, Mahrja, returned to the clan's hunting territory and was introduced to the girl. Mahrja did not even need to enter the room before recognizing the 'problem' for what it was. Shaala was Force-sensitive, her imaginings were an entirely real perception of the Force, and a large part of her aloof shyness and distance were due to years of being surrounded by others who were unwilling to believe her 'fancies'. Mahrja dismissed the doctors immediately and assigned the training of the almost silent girl to one of her Jedi companions that very day.
The small group of Jedi were making their way in a roundabout fashion to Bothawui, following up on a series of rumors involving assassination of Bothan agents. It was nearly a year before Shaala landed on Bothawui. It was here that she met the Bothan Jedi Guardian, Kirav Lya'lar, on one of his occasional trips to his homeworld.
It was here that she found her Master.
BOTHAWUI, 3972 BBY
Something gave a bloodcurdling scream in Shaala's ear and she tumbled out of bed away from it, reaching for her practice sabers and then pausing as she saw the tip of her Master's blade dip down between them and her hands.
"You've got the right idea, but you're slow." The Bothan said mildly. "And you're not paying good attention to your surroundings in your sleep."
He shut the saber off and walked back to the door of the small room. "It's alright." He added in a kindly tone. "We'll work on it in the morning, Shaala. Get some sleep."
She crouched shivering on her pallet, sheets twisted around her. She was supposed to sleep after that?
At least she was going to be paying close attention to her surroundings for the rest of the night.
BOTHAWUI, 3973 BBY
The young Togruta sighed and shook her head, striped tails flailing the air in muted irritation. "It's not a code of behavior. Not really. Is Master Odan-Urr being poetic?"
Kirav looked up from his dataslate and quirked his ears at the apprentice. "Why do you think that?"
"Well, it isn't truth, is it?" Shaala began to rinse out the brush she had been using to ink the intricate Draethic characters of the Librarian's writing. "There is emotion. Emotion is real. We can feel it."
"Set that aside. Do not permit yourself to become so stymied by what is in front of you that you cannot see what precedes and follows it. What is the next line of the Code?"
"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." Shaala shook water from the fragile brush with a careful flick of her wrist, and Kirav noted that, despite her irritation, she was reflexively treating it with the delicacy it deserved.
"And that's obvious, Master."
The Bothan let the dataslate drop into his lap and propped his long jaw on one clawed paw, elbow braced against the arm of his chair. "Then tell me about it."
"Master? Ah... Well... Knowledge is the obvious solution to ignorance."
"Really. Is that all it is?"
"Well..." Shaala paused, having carefully placed the drying brush upright in the weighted base where it resided.
Kirav flicked an ear dismissively when it became apparent she wasn't going to continue. "Most sapient races have at one time or another devoted entire conflicting schools of thought to arguing with each other in regards to what the true nature of knowledge might be. Perhaps you will solve their conundrum for me another time. Meanwhile, let's go back a step. How are you considering the second line differently from the first?"
"You certainly are." Kirav smiled a little. "Consider: you contested Odan-Urr's interpretation of the Code by saying that emotion is real. But when you quoted the second line you did not for a moment pause to protest that ignorance is real."
"Well, but the relationship between ignorance and knowledge is obvious."
"It is? You'll have to explain it to me some time, but before you do, I should enjoy hearing you try to apply the same mental process to the first line."
"You're suggesting that the difference between emotion and peace is the same as...Ah..." The Togruta started to continue, then paused and closed her mouth a moment, thinking. "So...Peace is a 'solution' to emotion?"
"'Solution' suggests that there is a problem which needs to be solved. This is not always the case. Say instead, perhaps, 'a response'."
"But it's the correct response for a Jedi?"
"Your words and preconceptions are narrowing your view again. You are terribly, terribly concerned with things being correct or incorrect, Shaala, and you're afraid to give a potentially wrong answer. You are quite tied up with exclusive dualities. Perhaps peace is simply a response which most lets a Jedi become aware of the flow of the Force around her."
"This is very frustrating!"
"Frustration is an emotion. So is pride. You're very intent on being proud of yourself, and when you feel you are being challenged, you become frustrated. Is it helping you? The frustration? No? Mmmm." Kirav gently set the dataslate on the table beside him. "Try not to feel frustrated if it isn't helping. Is knowledge preferable to ignorance?"
"Well, of course."
The Bothan's ears rose quizzically. "'Of course?' But knowledge can be extremely frustrating. Quite often, the more we learn, the more questions we find ourselves having to ask. Consider the knowledge that one is ignorant. That is a knowledge, yes? Is it frustrating?"
"I feel like my own ignorance is all that you are willing to teach me."
"I'm willing to teach you all that I know, but that has its limits. I'm trying to help you to learn to teach yourself, which will help you to deal with the many things that I do not know. What you're being taught and what you choose to learn are not always the same. It might help you to see what else you can learn other than the obvious." He picked up the dataslate and padded over to one of the shelves, carefully filing it away among several others. "The next time that you feel frustrated, try to be comfortable with where you are. Try to be aware of what can be learned rather than worrying about what you believe others think you should be learning. Try to find other lessons to be learned from your situation." Kirav paused at the door. "...And while you're considering that, try to find your lightsabers. I hid them somewhere this morning and I don't believe you've even noticed their absence."
He glanced back over his shoulder. "And do your best not to become frustrated. You have admitted that it does not help."
TARIS, 3967 BBY, PRIMEDAY, WEEK 7, COURT 917 OF THE LAW
"So, Adjudicator." The man closed the door behind Shaala, sealing her into the closely confined room with the other seven humans and the long, bench-like table at which they gathered. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with traditional texts; books printed on blocked and pressed vegetable fiber. The spine of each 'book' was labelled only with a number. They were mostly symbolic, of course, any of those present could use a dataslate to look up in seconds any phrase in all the volumes gathered in this place.
There were seven-thousand, four-hundred and ninety-two volumes. Shaala knew.
The human stared at her with that faint little smirk he manifested whenever he thought he was being paid attention to. "This Court has learned that you are not, after all, even a real Jedi."
Shaala mirrored the man's smile carefully. "Ah. There must be some confusion. I never stated that I was, nor did any of the documentation that was provided to you. I believe if you look, you will see that I am listed as 'An Adjudicator representative of the Jedi Order.'" She straightened her robe gently. "I do apologize if there was some confusion."
"But you have no authority!"
"I have no authority as a Jedi, Sir. You accepted me as an Adjudicator of this Court. I am one until this case is resolved."
The man puffed himself up, hooking his thumbs in his belt. "But you were accepted under false pretenses! We agreed to a representative of the Jedi!"
Shaala quietly recited Odan-Urr's third precept in the back of her head. "I am a representative of the Jedi, Prelate Mavin." The Togruta spread her hands. "...And an Adjudicator of this Court until this case is resolved."
The Prelate glowered. "You will accept our counsel, of course, being unfamiliar with the Law."
"I will listen respectfully to your counsel, and judge as I see fit, in accordance with the Law."
One of the other men at the long bench spoke up. "You've been here less than a week, how do you presume to judge?"
"I have studied your law for the past month. The Adjudicator consults the Law, then judges as the Adjudicator deems appropriate thereby."
"A MONTH?" Laughter rippled down the bench. "Young lady, there is not one other person in this room who has devoted less than forty years to the study and enforcement of the Law of our world. You dare to come here and pass judgement?"
The Togruta clasped her hands slowly, gave her shoulders a small shrug to shake the sleeves of her robe down around her folded hands, hiding them. "You invited a representative of the Jedi to do so and I have accepted."
"This Court will not be mocked by your alien ways. Are you familiar with the penalty for holding the position of Adjudicator in contempt?"
Shaala moved past the man's arm to the top shelf at the right side of the room. She looked along the shelf, then exhaled slowly, letting herself feel the threads of the Force which tangled together in this room. Kirav would not approve, but...
The book slid out carefully, hovered in midair before her and opened to the sound of several sharp inhalations from the humans. "Preceps 19-55:" Shaala read, "Should the Adjudicator not respect the Law as it is written, or flaunt the Law to the benefit of their person, or that of any other person save that person which the Law determines to have been harmed,"
Prelate Mavin stepped past her and plucked the heavy book out of midair, slamming it closed and glaring at her.
Shaala continued as if not noticing the book had been removed "...The Adjudicator may be subjected to the same penalty applied to the one who has done greatest harm."
The room was silent a moment, then one of the other Prelates murmured "Alien witch." beneath his breath.
"I will neither disrespect nor flaunt the Law, Prelate Hyssia. I am familiar with the penalty. I am familiar with the Law."
Mavin's smile was frozen and hostile. "This is the trial of a murderer, Adjudicator. The penalty for murder is death."
Shaala regarded Mavin calmly for a moment. "It is the trial of a sapient of undetermined guilt, Prelate. I will judge nothing until evidence has been presented." She smiled faintly. "But if you warn me that I may be killed for a mistrial, I thank you for your concern. I was aware."
TARIS, 3967 BBY, CENTAXDAY, WEEK 7,
The Cathar was an immense bulk of ungroomed fur and burning eyes, its wrists and ankles locked with binder cuffs.
"You stand accused of murdering a human." A human. Shaala didn't flinch, but the Law of Taris was specific.
The Cathar simply stared down at her. There was no fight in it. No aggression. "Yes." it rumbled.
The Togruta tilted her head curiously. "And you admit this?"
Shaala studied the huge, feline creature. Puzzlement. Sadness. Patience. A surprising amount of patience.
"Is there anything you would say in your defence?"
Shaala bit her lip briefly, then turned to regard Prelate Mavin, who was watching her, still smirking. "This seems...Straightforward." She murmured. The Prelate chuckled and turned away.
The Cathar's rumble seemed to fill the air of the prison-block with distant grasslands thunder. "They took my daughter. The police said I must come with him. Come here."
"He said something would be done." The Cathar continued, as Shaala turned back towards him, away from Mavin's sudden glower.
"When will you help me find my daughter?"
It felt strange to Shaala, seeing her master this way. A tiny hologram. And yet his force of personality still came through it and it was impossible to do anything but treat him with the utmost gravity.
"There is a problem, Master. Did you know what you sent me into?"
"If there had been no problem, you would not have been sent. What is your concern?"
"The Law here, Master. It has been bent and warped in recent centuries. There are two worlds here. The humans, above, and all other sapients, below. The humans control the Law, and the Law favors them."
"I knew of this, yes. And?"
"And the case I have been 'given'." Shaala paused a moment, considering. "A human has been killed by a nonhuman."
"So you have ascertained?"
"He admits his guilt. The sentence is death."
"And the problem is?"
"There is another crime here, Master. Two, perhaps."
"By their Law? Or by your judgement?"
Shaala had thought about this very carefully. "By their Law."
"Trust your feelings, Apprentice. I trust you."
As Adjudicator, Shaala had the ability to review and demand as much evidence as could be found. She spent a week, going about the lower levels of the massive city, speaking to those who knew the Cathar, those he had worked for, those he and his small family had rented from.
Then she went into the Upper City, among the humans. She wore the Adjudicator's rosette which permitted her passage and cooperation anywhere in service of the Law. She studied records and made records, for it was the nature of the Adjudicator's badge that it recorded everything in its presence, at all times, and could not be tampered with. Times. Places. Recordings.
Finally, she went to a small hotel by one of the great docking bays through which the traffic which had sustained Taris in its glory days still moved, sluggishly. She placed a call to the Port Police, then knocked on the door of a room, was unsurprised when a scruffy human answered it.
"You are crew from the Hungry Chuba? One of your fellows was killed two weeks ago, by a Cathar?" Two policemen from the Port stepped up behind her, but they had seen the rosette badge held up where it could see everything that transpired around it.
"Yeah. You killed that murdering bastard Cathar yet?" The door opened wider and a miasma of alcohol and drugs drifted from within. There were four other humans looking out now.
"Where is the Cathar's daughter?"
"What are you talking about? How dare you?!"
"I dare on the Authority of the Law, as an Adjudicator." Shaala turned to the policemen. "I will search this room."
With one of the officers holding the door open, the Togruta walked straight past the spacers, paused a moment in the room and turned slowly, her eyes half-closed, then picked up a bag against the wall. As the spacers complained to the policemen, she turned it out on one of the filthy beds. Wrinkled clothing, and a small pouch.
Without fully understanding why, she half-turned, letting one of her lightsabers drop from her sleeve into her palm, activating it, and brushing it upward just as the spacer triggered his holdout blaster, ricocheting the bolt into the ceiling. The blade hummed loudly in the room, and she levelled it at the man, igniting her second lightsaber a moment later. "Arrest these men. Impound their vessel under the Authority of the Law."
The small pouch held an assortment of feminine jewelry, easily a handful of baubles, none of any true value...But two of the earrings matched the description the Cathar had given.
TARIS, 3967 BBY, ZHELLDAY, WEEK 9, COURT 917 OF THE LAW
Prelate Mavin arched an eyebrow at Shaala as she closed the door of the chamber behind her. "It has been two weeks. You have had long enough to investigate a case in which confession has been obtained. Are you ready to have the Cathar executed? We do not tolerate murder here."
"As you say, Prelate, confessions have been obtained. What has happened here is very straightforward." Shaala dropped the series of recordings onto the bar. "Honored Prelates. A series of new crimes has come to light, in connection with the killing of the human offworlder Jin Rik by the Cathar citizen Mhero Nuum. Crimes which amount to nothing less than conspiracy and treason."
"What are you saying, offworlder? The murderer has confessed to the killing of Jin Rik."
"I am Adjudicator here. Mhero Nuum has confessed to killing Jin Rik, but it was not murder."
"This is an outrage!"
"Mhero Nuum killed Jin Rik in defense of his family. By the Law. When the life of a man's child is threatened, and he has no recourse to officers of the Law, he may defend his child."
"I caution you once, Adjudicator, out of respect for the Jedi which you represent. He had recourse to the Law. Instead he hunted a man down and tore him to shreds. Before witnesses."
"He had access to the Law, but no recourse to the Law. The Law failed him. He reported the kidnapping of his daughter. He reported it four times. He was told that as there were no human witnesses to corroborate his account, that there was no crime to be investigated."
"We do not permit good men's names to be dragged through the muck by a lie..."
"Prelate Janid Mavin, you have held this office for close to one hundred and forty years."
"I would direct you to the seventeenth book of the Law, the three-hundred nineteenth passage, about interfering with an Adjudicator."
"I will uphold the Law. As you have not. Laws that have been in place less than one century are subject to review if they supersede or countermand prior laws. This is in the very first book of the Law. Also in the very first book of the Law it is written that no Law shall contravene the Laws of the Republic, and most specifically the Galactic Constitution. Said Constitution outlaws slavery and declares that all sentient lifeforms are equal and must be treated as such. Eighty-eight years ago you signed into the Law regulations which reserved certain rights to humans and denied others to all non-human sapients." Shaala paused and turned towards the man. "These regulations are void and not a part of the Law. Mhero Nuum has the same rights to the Law as do you. The Law failed him."
"You have flaunted the Law to your benefit, Prelate. Officers are even now retrieving the Cathar's daughter and the other slaves which you have purchased from your estate."
Shaala lifted the Adjudicator's rosette. "The confessions of the slavers you contracted with are on record. The records have been reviewed. The transactions have been verified. You are in violation of the Law, Janid Mavin. You have purchased and owned slaves, and denied them their rights to equal treatment. More, you have denied similar rights to millions beneath this city. In Adjudication of the Law, I find you guilty. The appropriate sentencing may be found in Book three-seventeen, page twenty-two."
Shaala placed the rosette on the table, sliding it into the notch reserved for it so that the recordings within were immediately backed up to every other courtroom on the planet. "I declare this case closed. Remove the criminal."
TARIS, 3967 BBY, BENDUDAY, WEEK 9,
"I was contacted by two Prelates of the Law, today, Apprentice. From the way one spoke for you and the other spoke against you, I believe you have done very well."
"I've done nothing, Master. Mavin is sentenced, but he is one man. The regulations may change, but how they treat others will not."
"On the contrary, while not much may change today, this case will provide some leverage for those Prelates who do wish to see change and equality. Taris has been most of a century becoming what it is today. Will you only admit success if it changes back overnight? Worlds do not move immediately."
"It does not seem like anything is changing today, Master."
"Then consider something that did change today. Mhero Nuum has his daughter and his freedom back. I understand he has been trying to contact you. Unsuccessfully, I might add. Odd. I had no difficulty getting through."
"I do not know what to say to him, Master."
"Then do him the courtesy of listening to what he has to say to you. Are you going to dismiss him because he is only one man, with one family? Are you so fraught with prideful insistence that you must save an entire world that you cannot treat one person who you did save as if their salvation mattered?"
BOTHAWUI, 3967 BBY, CENTAXDAY, WEEK 17
"A Jedi Council. I seem to recall that one of the precepts of the Code forbade a Jedi from ruling others...Were they Jedi or not."
"They say they are concerned about the training of Jedi, Master. Look at Kun, and Qel-Droma."
"Yes, yes. Look at the two dramatic failures. Please ignore the hundreds of successes. Do you want to go to this school of theirs?"
"I'm entirely comfortable here, Master."
"Yes. Yes, you are. And that is a problem in itself. That does it. We're going to Coruscant."
CORUSCANT, 3963 BBY, BENDUDAY, WEEK 2
"Someone clearly must, but I shall not."
"You can't stop me."
"Perhaps that is true." Kirav watched as his Apprentice darted around the apartment, putting together a -- thankfully -- small traveling bag. "What is more significant, however, is that I will not stop you."
"You think I should go?"
"No. I do not. But neither will I forbid you to go." The Bothan gets out of his chair, paces across the room and hops onto another chair to reach atop one of the tallest bookcases, from which he withdraws a box of plain, unpolished wood. "I was saving these for a different occasion, I think, but today is what it is, and this occasion will do."
"What?" Shaala looked over at him, puzzled.
Kirav set the box on the table and gestured his apprentice to sit opposite him. "Go ahead. These have been waiting for you for a long time."
Shaala lifted the lid of the box and paused a moment, catching her breath, before finally placing the lid aside. "Oh. Ah. They're beautiful." She lifted up one of the matching dueling sabers, its lightweight, elegantly curved form plated in a dull, utilitarian grey that did not reflect the light. A length of fine cable depended from it, terminating in a thin bracelet.
"When the time comes, you will make your own. That time has not come yet, and I had hoped to give you these at a time when I could better teach you how to truly bond them to yourself, but I have great faith in you."
"You were saving these for..." The Togruta regarded the Bothan, wide-eyed.
"For your knighting, yes. That day is not today. But I believe that if you come back, you will come back a knight. So do not leave them behind. They have been yours since shortly after we met."
"Thank you." She breathed it. "Come with me, Master? Please?"
"I shall not. I have heard the same things you have heard, but while there is little wisdom in the Council's determination to do nothing, there is also little wisdom in charging off to do battle without forethought, in the wake of outrage over a dead world and a dead people. There are many worlds that still live, and they need Guardianship, not vengeance." He looked intently across the table at his damp-eyed apprentice. "You can promise me that this is not about vengeance, yes? Nor will you let it become so? The dead have moved on as their lives required, as a part of the Force. Killing the living on behalf of the dead will doom you." This last is said with such gravity that she almost shivers, meeting his gaze.
"I, no...No, Master. It isn't that."
"Can you tell me why?"
"I...I don't know if I can." She leaned back, the curved grip of the lightsaber resting across her hands. "It's about...Do you remember that one Cathar?"
"On Taris. Yes. You saved his daughter." Kirav tilts his ears forward slightly. "Ah. You never spoke to him, did you?"
"And now instead of running away for fear of what he might say, you are running away from fear of what he might have said."
Shaala nodded mutely. "Something like that."
"Shaala...Shaala... Suppose he had known what you think he knew? Suppose he had told you, then? Would you have tried to lead some crusade to the Outer Rim, to find this planet where you had never been, that you knew nothing of, to tell people 'the Mandalorians did this.'?"
The Togruta chewed her grey lower lip.
"Shaala, you want very much to do something great. You want to make a difference in some vast way. For a long time, noone believed in you. You think you are a grain of sand, and you want to turn the wave instead of be tumbled by it. The truth is more that you are a pebble in a stream, and wherever you go in the stream, its ripples will flow around you, and you will affect them. Sometimes you will be able to see the immediate effects, such as the Cathar and his daughter. But the greatest effects you will have will take place far beyond you and what you can see, where the small changes you have made in the stream permit or deny the flow of greater currents. I tell you, you have done this and you will continue to. Few if any of them know your name, but there are thousands on Taris today whose lives are in some small way better for what you have done. They may not know your name, but they believe in you, and they believe that what you did was right and meaningful."
Kirav sighed quietly. "I hope that before you return, you have found the strength to believe in yourself, and to understand that you have done great things, and that you will do great things, and that there is no need to seek them out, for they will always flow around one who follows the guidance of the Force as it touches her heart. Those people believe in you. I believe in you."
The old Bothan leaned forward as the crying young Togruta embraced him across the table. For a long time, there was companionable silence, but when the morning came, the apartment was filled by a still deeper silence, and it was a lonely silence indeed.
...Or, as there was some talk about there being only females, I imagine I could cook up a male character, though I have less experience, for obvious reasons.