STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Descent

I will look around where am I? Is anyone here? Also, is my leg ok?

You are in a small room, furnished with a bed and a chair. It appears to be at a cheap inn, from the way things are arranged. The room has a stale smell about it, but you smell something else... perfume.

"Must be Clarion Breshene" Con thinks to himself, if he could just remember where he knows that name from.

I will try to get up and look around.

Clarion Breshene... you remember now.

She was a Jedi Master that hailed from the outlying world of Naboo. She was very by-the-book, an efficient Jedi known for her diplomatic work but not much else. She became strong in the Force and skilled with a lightsaber over time, and her career held nothing of particular note. She was made a Master around the same time as Master Raskae, and the two were friends for a time.

However, surprisingly, she left the Jedi Order shortly before your mission to Zehat. You never got the details; Master Raskae was supportive but did not want to talk about it with you for fear that you would get ideas. However, you left the Order anyways.

As you recall her, Clarion herself steps into the room through the only door. Her curly red hair is pinned up into some fancy Naboo style, and she wears Jedi robes that have been altered to reflect the fashions of her homeworld. Her lightsaber hangs from her belt, a double-edged weapon with two gold-plated cup-shaped blade emitters and slender wooden hilts. She is smoking from a cigarette holder and blows a green-tinted smoke ring as she enters. It hangs for a moment in the stale air before dissipating.

"Hello, Con," she says, holding her cigarette holder off to the side. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, I remember now, Master Breshene. You were a friend of Raskae. I though you had left the order? Why have you come for me?"

Clarion takes another drag on her intricately decorated cigarette holder, allowing the green smoke to waft from between her lips.

"I have come as a favor to your old mentor, Raskae," Clarion says. "Since his wounding at Zehat, he is not one for traveling. He is in retirement. I, however, can come and go as I please. We were most concerned when you fled Zehat, Con. Am I correct in thinking that you have been following the trail that leads to the Votive of Light?"

"I have been following the leads, yes. It is here, we can recover it, will you help me?"

"It is a dangerous path you are walking, young one," Clarion replies. "The Dark Side calls to you. I can sense it. Bringing back the Votive of Light is not worth so great a risk, unless you believe you can reject the Dark Side."

"I believe all I have done was what the Force wanted from me. I can feel it"

Clarion contemplates this for a moment while releasing another puff of tinted smoke. It brings a spiced scent into the room, on top of her perfume.

"You believe the Force wants you to retrieve the Votive of Light from the Syndicate?" Clarion asks.

"I do. It is my mission and I will fulfill it"

"Perhaps you should widen your goals, Con," Clarion says. "I have no doubt that you have already seen that this world is in trouble. No law enforcement showed up to handle what had happened when you came under attack by minions of the Syndicate. I had to round up that driver myself, the one that threw himself out of the speeder you were on. If you want to have any hope of getting the Votive back, you may wish to consider that the Syndicate needs to be... well, removed."

I have been thinking of it. I have been talking to Joon, the man seems to have his people's interest at heart, and I was willing to help him, but he did not want my help. I can understand him, I am not a Jedi anymore. I was hoping the force would let me help the people, while finishing my mission. I have even considered assassinating their leader if I got the chance...it...it is a thing I would have never considered when I was with Master Raskae. He would be disappointed, I know it."

"Ah, Azrakel Joon. If he wins the election, it will be a step in the right direction for Luon. But assassinating the leader of the Syndicate... you are right. Master Raskae would be disappointed. What you need to do is bring him to justice, by legal means. I am willing to help you, as are my associates. The Syndicate is a matter we are willing to tackle, in favor of democracy and cutting back the veil of fear they have draped over Luon."

"You have a plan?"

"Not in the least," Clarion says. "But you are already invested in this. You will find a way. What were you doing at that fruit stand, before the shootout?"

"The fruit stand is there recruitment centre. Though perhaps that was a lie, it didn't turn out very well for me, at least. To be honest, I was a bit lost, but perhaps we can go there again, they would likely not expect me."

"What were you trying to achieve at a recruitment center?" Clarion asks.

"I don't know" Con admits, "I guess I was hoping that someone with more information would be there. Or, if they hadn't known of me, perhaps enlist, to get closer, although that plan has a flaw."

"Perhaps your persistence may pay off," Clarion says. "You should go there again. The Syndicate can get away with things every once and awhile, but Luon is still a Republic world. They can only cover-up so much before the Senate becomes leary. There will not be another shootout."