STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- Liberator

"So no group in particular stands out? At least none that could possibly carry out their threats on Coruscant?" Wentar asks, feeling that it will take a quite while to discover the culprit behind all this.

"It would be ludicrous to think that any illicit fellowship should hope to operate on Coruscant," says Farl, "but then, you just dealt with one yourself, didn't you?"

"Indeed," Wentar admits. "I sometimes can't help but feel the galaxy is changing and I fear it's getting more worse then better."

"You may know better than I," Farl comments. "Jedi often possess the ability to foretell events that have not yet passed, if I am not mistaken."

"Sometimes we can, some better than others," Wentar explains. "Truthfully I tend to focus more on the present then the future. My feelings on the galaxy are based off what I've seen in my life rather then inspiration from the force. Lets just hope my observations on this matter mislead me."

"Yet you still possess the intuitive sense of a Jedi," Farl says, continuing his line of thought. "Perhaps you unknowingly are observing where you know things are already going. Or maybe not. I cannot say that I possess the gift that you do. My words are purely theoretical; I am quite fascinated by the Jedi, after all, and have been a strong supporter of their methods for some time."

"Yet you still possess the intuitive sense of a Jedi," Farl says, continuing his line of thought. "Perhaps you unknowingly are observing where you know things are already going. Or maybe not. I cannot say that I possess the gift that you do. My words are purely theoretical; I am quite fascinated by the Jedi, after all, and have been a staunch supporter of the Order for some time, even in these days when others might distrust the Jedi."

Emso returns at this point, bearing a platter on which rests a bottle, thin red slices of exotic blumfruit, and two... puddles of white liquid. Emso presses a thumb to each puddle and they immediately reform into a solid white wine glass. He delicately pours your drink and hands it to you before doing the same for Senator Farl.

"Thank you, Emso. Now, if you could please get dinner prepared..."

"Of course, Senator." Emso takes his leave once more after placing the platter between your chairs, and Senator Farl sips his drink.

"Ah, Zabrak ferment... delicious when aged properly." He takes a bite of a fruit slice. "Where were we, Wentar?"

It must said, you feel that Farl has provided well for his guest. Zabrak ferment is particularly enjoyed by the Zabrak people- which Wentar is- and blumfruit are a popular item amongst Jedi hopefuls at the Temple.

Wentar notes the blumfruit, he can't help but feel more comfortable now, the fruit taking him back to the days before he was even a padawan. He wasn't lying when he said he was fascinated with the Jedi it seems.

"We were talking about my current views on the galaxy," Wentar says, taking a sip of his drink. "How long have you been in support of the Jedi? Most people now days only start trusting us after we 'come in to save the day' so to speak."

"So very true," Senator Farl says. "I must confess that such a reason for trusting the Jedi is one that I myself have. Are you familiar with Triskan fluid?"

"I cannot say I am," Wentar replies.

At least I'm assuming Wentar knows little to nothing about it.

Indeed, you do not.

"Triskan liquid is a technology that we developed eons ago," Farl says. "How we develop it is a well-protected secret. It is a white liquid that is programmed to reform into a set solid object on command, makes it easier for storage. It is fireproof, it is stainproof, it is blastproof... and it is highly expensive."

He finishes his glass of ferment and sets the glass down, then taps it with a deliberate motion. It quivers, then collapses into a perfect puddle.

"I'm not surprised," Wentar says, now studying his own glass more intently. "Though such technology could become quite dangerous in the wrong hands."

"What makes you say that?" Farl says.

"Well by the sounds of things it could be programed to reform into a blade or something similar for assassins," Wentar explains, realizing how it sounds he adds. "Not that I'm implying anything about the Triskatan people, I'm just musing the possibilities."

"I will not lie, the Triskan people have considered it... but it is far more useful defensively, in large enough quantities to form armor. As a blade, it would only degrade into liquid after a single impact. Not very useful, I think."

"You have a point," Wentar says, despite feeling a trained assassin would only need a single impact. "How does Triskan liquid connect with your trust of the Jedi?"

"Forgive me, I tend to ramble. But yes, the Jedi. Years ago, when I was a young Senator, someone tried to steal the secret of Triskan liquid. It was the Jedi who stopped this man."

"So you are in possession of this secret?" Wentar asks, trying to see where the pieces of this story fit.

"Perhaps," Farl says. "I know what you are thinking, that perhaps this is why I am receiving threats. That cannot be. The man was a petty thief with limited ambitions, but one that had fantastical skill... with a lightsaber. He was a Dark Jedi named Pazol. The Order tells me he is dead, and has been for years."

"I've never dealt with Dark Jedi before... Who was the Jedi that stopped him?"