The Web

Setting: Uneeq's Bar
Timing: After the events of Sparks #120.

Disclaimer: The events below are only in-character for the parties involved. Please keep any information below out-of-character if you are not involved, or do not read any further.

Normally, as it is with new members joining the rebellion, it takes time for their actions to be noticed. However, Sal and her sister were among the exceptions. Having worked with them on only two missions, their personalities left positive imprints on Chimara. The last mission more so given the impact Martac had on Chimara.

Things were quiet in Uneeq's this time of the day. Chimara liked it this way. A nice change of atmosphere from the grind that was her responsibilities as a General. Her eyes came to rest where Sal was sitting. Remembering briefly the events that were Martac and the time Chimara spent in meditation reflecting on her actions and his words, Chimara started to make her way over to Sal.

"Do you remember me? We brought back a Dreadnaught and you were with us when we transported a man by the name of Martac?" Chimara's voice calm and polite. "I'm sure your mother has told you about me, and that I'm," she made air quote gestures, "Inflicted and a bad influence." Chimara paused and gave a warm smile. "Never the less, there is something I've been meaning to ask you. About Martac. May I sit with you? I can buy you another drink if you like."

"Course I remember you," Sal said with a smile. She had in fact been grinning when she saw the red-haired human lady coming toward her. But the mention of Martok sobered her up. "It's just a sunset soda." She shook her glass a little to get some of the fizz back. "No poison. So what's on your mind?"

Chimara noticed the grin change in Sal. “I agree, I apparently can’t hold my poison. Haven’t had one of those in a wile.” She said as she placed the order with the server droid to bring two. Chimara took in a breath and then looked to Sal.

“Martok spent time with you wile we were on your ship. Time I wish would have been able to spend with him but my reputation and my lack of words that made that impossible. He even seemed to want to protect you. ” With an inquisitive expression she continued. “Did he tell you anything? Did he confide anything to you? Did he notice something about you and the other members on the ship. He seemed very convinced that I was a powerful Sith and a damager. I know what I’m asking you is kind of personal and I will understand if you don’t want to talk about it."

Sal frowned at the onslaught of questions. "Umm," she said, stalling for time by finishing off her soda. "Well… he did tell me some stuff in confidence… So I should honor that, right? But other than that, we just talked about good and evil. And then somehow he knew about you dancing without your clothes on in that shop that one time and how you spent some time with that Imperial man that other time and then we heard your thingie turn on in the lounge and he flipped, saying you'd turned and were dangerous." Her eyes went wide as she added hastily, "I tried to tell him you were nice, I tried!"

Chimara gave Sal a warm smile. “I know I tried as well. My behavior was not befitting a Jedi. That’s been my problem for some time now. Tragic moments like that give me a reality check.”

The server droid returned with two sunset sodas. Chimara took them and put one of them in front of Sal. “I can respect the confidentiality.” She said then took a sip from her drink. “What all did he tell you about good and evil?”

Sal watched Chimara carefully. She'd been warned off - by lots of people, really. But she wanted to learn everything she could. Wasn't that part of the "code"? No ignorance, just knowledge. "Well he told me about two-" She looked around and leaned in closer to Chimara like it was a secret. Because, she thought, it was supposed to be, wasn't it? Chimara didn't look concerned that they might be overheard, but maybe Sal was just being paranoid, because Uneeq's wasn't all that busy. Besides, no matter what people said about her, Chimara wouldn't let something bad happen. She was good. Sal took a breath and blew it out, laughing nervously. "He told me about two of the 'paths' afflicted people can take to deal with their affliction. /You/ know. The good, and the evil." She leaned over to whisper the words 'Jedi' and 'Sith' in Chimara's ear and sat back in her chair. "How they're enemies of each other, and how the evil ones are tricky and how the
good ones are supposed to behave. He seemed very straight up and down about the rules." She raised her brows in realisation. "Is that why he - because you don't follow the rules?"

"I will admit I don't always follow the rules more then I should. It's something I'm trying very hard to change, hence why I wanted to spend time with him." She paused and smiled, "I don't have the guidance of a master, but the failures behind me that are my guidance. In fact, I've begun to understand that the last step to becoming something is to act like it." Chimara then said something else, and started to get quiet and distant as she said it. "I've been hunted before, I had more room
to deal with the problem but i guess if i was alone, hunted, and on a small ship in hyperspace with a Sith and a imperial bounty hunter and someone young like you, I might act the same way."

Chimara grinned and leaned back in her chair, "Funny you should it a affliction. Your mother calls it that because I suppose, she sees it as a restriction. The means of dictating what one can't do. I have no way of explaining to her what the force is. Perhaps you understand why, you can't explain to a blind person what a sunrise looks like." After taking a sip from her drink, Chimara continued. "The force is a web that connects all of us. We feel what happens at other places on the web, through training we can zero in on exactly what happens in other places on the web and even manipulate them. We can even manipulate our own connection to that web. What we do with that power to manipulate determines who we are." Chimara grinned, "manipulate may be the wrong word, more like interact with." Chimara then looked Sal in the eyes. "That interaction allows us to feel the bigger picture. The impact of our actions affect us that much more. That doesn't mean
that those who are unable to feel the force are lesser. Their skills, knowledge , and wisdom are still very important. They are just as strong an element of the web as we are."

Sal was nodding. That'd been how Aierobu had described it, too. Connections between things. "Without everyone else living and being part of the web, it wouldn't exist at all, and people like you wouldn't have the power you do to start with," she summarized. "But sometimes I think, it's not that they're just as good as people like us, they're even better. When someone like my mom hesitates to do something that might hurt someone else, it's not because she's afraid to feel the loss. It's because she's genuinely good." Sal sighed at her soda, playing with the ice. "Sometimes I wonder whether I'm really a good person or not. Maybe I just don't like that feeling, when someone in the 'web' is hurt or dies. Doesn't that just make me a weakling? If I try to prevent others being wronged because I'm afraid of the hurt it will cause /me/, doesn't that make me a coward?"

Chimara put her hand on Sal’s and gave a warm smile. “No, it makes us brave. I’ve experienced the pain that is death on the web due to me not standing up to people and I hope you never do. Regardless of whether or not we feel the guilt from the web we are all good.” She paused. “Hesitation and fear lead to uncertainty and doubt.” She smiled and leaned back. “We don’t want to hesitate too much nor do we want to act on impulse, something that is a problem of mine. Comes from lack of guidance I think. ”

"Lack of guidance…" Sal echoed softly. She'd sent her thingie off, but she wouldn't hear back for a while yet. Either way, she felt for for the first time in three years like there were a million people willing to be her guide in some way. "When you have the sister I have," she said with a grin, "you can't hesitate at all." Then she frowned. "So… does that mean you don't have a-" She looked around nervously. She'd been told a zillion times not to talk about that sort of thing in public. "Uhm… teacher?" she settled on.

Chimara took a quick moment to look around before she spoke.

"I have a master now. I am very thankful for him and it's been hard taking in his guidance because my cup was still full of my self learning about the force. There is a lot you can learn on your own. Having guidance helps you learn more and damage less things on the way. A number of people have stopped me on the way and given me reality checks." She finished with a grin.

The grin melted away as she thought. "Many times I wish my original master were still here. When she died, I lost more than a teacher. I lost a mother."

Chimara didn't want to lower the mood anymore that it needed. She smiled. "So many people see what I can do and ask if I will take them on as my padawan. I figure when that time comes I will have first hand experience on what not to do and how not to act."

Sal was nodding, thoughtful. "You're already teaching, though," she said softly. "Every day, people are watching you." She looked around at the few other patrons of the bar. They go on missions with you, and they're watching. If they know… you know. Then they're watching for you to make a mistake. And if they don't, well they're watching to see if you're loyal. And what you teach them is important, whether they know what you are or not. In our lifetime, I think… that's very important." She gazed at her sunset soda. "I lost a mother, too. Twice, actually."

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