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glowfic2015-11-18 12:44 pm
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Revan could get used to Coruscant's nice effects. The refresher is glorious, the beds are so soft he thinks they might have found a way to literally let him sleep on clouds, the food is fantastic, and he has a wonderful new set of robes that are completely free of holes, burned bits, and general wear and tear. He is convinced he's being horribly, horribly spoiled, and something will threaten the Republic in a year or two and force him back into living out of a tiny overcrowded starship.
He is even more convinced when he opens a door and it is not a hallway, but instead a bar.
After a few seconds of peering, he calls Canderous on his comm, lets him know that he has found something weird and bizarre instead of the door from his room to the hallway. Canderous comes by with his big gun and informs him that the door is closed, from the other side, and cannot be opened.
Right then. Revan is technically still equipped to kill half of an army, isn't he. Let's see what's in here. He tells Canderous he is going exploring, and Canderous tells him to give them hell if they try to kill him. Proof that he cares.
Inside goes Revan, looking around curiously.
He is even more convinced when he opens a door and it is not a hallway, but instead a bar.
After a few seconds of peering, he calls Canderous on his comm, lets him know that he has found something weird and bizarre instead of the door from his room to the hallway. Canderous comes by with his big gun and informs him that the door is closed, from the other side, and cannot be opened.
Right then. Revan is technically still equipped to kill half of an army, isn't he. Let's see what's in here. He tells Canderous he is going exploring, and Canderous tells him to give them hell if they try to kill him. Proof that he cares.
Inside goes Revan, looking around curiously.

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A minute or so after Revan walks in, a short human girl wearing white-and-silver armor and an elaborate white-and-silver circlet comes in by the same door. She doesn't seem to have been expecting this place either; she goes on full alert, very much in the attitude of someone holding a deadly weapon at the ready even though she appears to be unarmed.
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"Hi," he says. "Is this your bar? It seems to have stolen the hallway."
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She looks around, then cautiously goes back to the door and opens it partway. The very square little room on the other side seems to reassure her.
"At least the bar seems to offer me a way back."
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And she rummages in her pockets and comes up with a tiny clay pot, which she turns into a rather hefty clay pot and sets down on the nearest table. Then she removes a tiny cheerful yellow flower from the same pocket and plants it in the pot by some unclear means that instantaneously both provides it with previously-nonexistent soil and enlarges it to a more pot-proportionate size.
Then she concentrates on the flower.
First it dies. Then it shrivels. Then the colour drains out of it, and out of the soil underneath it, until it's a curled grey-green husk planted in dry grey dust. All this takes maybe three seconds.
"That," she says, pointing at the contents of the pot, "is what blight looks like. Have you ever seen anything like it?"
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"No," he says, shuddering. "I would have remembered. And I have been to a lot of planets and seen a lot of things."
... Or maybe he did encounter it, and he forgot. The thought is - the most terrifying thing he's thought in a long while. He assesses whether or not his memory is so full of holes to forget things that eat the Force.
He's not sure.
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She re-miniaturizes the pot, which becomes a completely normal miniature pot and nothing like a hole in the Force at all, and puts it back in her pocket.
"Malices are creatures that do that wherever they go. They can do it fast on purpose, but they do it slowly to everything near them no matter what. And they can use what they take from things that way to make themselves more powerful. They pop up out of the ground and go around blighting things and killing or mind-slaving everyone they see, and they don't stop until someone manages to kill them, and that's why there's only one language left in my world."
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... Yes. Yes it is.
"If I am wrong, which I might be, because I haven't been everywhere and I have - some - memory problems, how do you manage to kill them."
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