((The RP XP with MJ #26))
The Padawan Tarik strained himself to the point of a splitting headache, reaching out with the Force to see if the young Rattataki woman next to him was true to her word.
Is there such a thing as atonement or regret among the Sith, or was this a ploy?
“You can turn off the sensor beam into my soul, Zabrak. By now you know I’m telling you the truth. Don’t overdo it.”
Tarik glanced over his shoulder at the covered body of his master as the speeder made a sharp turn. Then he looked at Veetha.
“Don’t talk to me, Sith. I’ll do the talking.”
A smile curled over Veetha’s black lips. After a moment of silence, she said, “That’ll make it hard for me to answer questions, you know.”
“I don’t understand,” he said. “You could’ve killed me and you didn’t. Why?”
“A good question that I already answered. Try another.”
“Try answering it again — and make sense of it this time!”
Veetha smiled at him. “The reason I am accompanying you on the return of your master’s corpse is because I wish to help the Republic.”
Tarik huffed. “Help the Republic? Why?”
“I have my reasons.”
He glanced at her as the speeder slowed its descent toward a secret Jedi enclave on Coruscant. “You said you’d answer my questions.”
“That was an answer, Tarik.”
Tarik gasped. “How did you know my name? I never told you.”
Veetha smiled. “Now that, my friend, is a good question.”