Dorimy's blaster flew from his hand, and into Dooku's palm.
"The use of these within the Temple is a criminal offense." said Dooku.
"Oh." said Dorimy, and mock-bashfully cupped his hand around the back of his neck. "Well, I- I guess I'll just have to pay the fine, then. I don't suppose you could lead me to the front desk, Ms. Sarah?"
She walked out without a word, and marched down the hallway. Dorimy walked silently beside, wary of her mood.
"Are you alright?" he asked, bravado gone.
"Lets get down to business," said Sarah. "to defeat the Huns."
"Sorry?"
"Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?"
"Why would it matter-"
"You're the saddest bunch I ever met-"
"It's only me-"
"-but you can BET before we're through, mister, I'll make a man out of yoooouuuuu! Lets get down to business." said Sarah. "How much would it cost for you to break the law, and smuggle me out of this joint?"
"Hey." said Dorimy, nodding nervously at a passing Jedi.
"Don't worry about them. They don't hear anything."
"In that case, it could cost nothing." he said.
"Depending on what?"
"Depending of why they're keeping you here. I don't want to free you just to find that you're sanity depends on the Force, lest you slit a throat."
"Cut a bitch is the phrase you're looking for." she said.
"What's up with you and misogyny? You look smokin' hot today, by the way."
"I see what you did there."
"The fuck is that?"
"The fuck is that?"
Insta-stone was being sprayed into long molds, and then painted in the middle of a meditation area by five Jedi. They were building a small, concrete room, and lining it with something black and hard.
"Seriously, what is that?" asked Dorimy.
"A Quiet Room." Sarah said, evenly.
He looked at her. "A what?"
"They can't force me to participate, they can't make me do chores," she said. "and they can't use corporal punishment, because that's unJedi."
There was a pause as they watched the Knights work.
"Run away with me, Sarah." said Dorimy.
"I can't." said Sarah. "I get Force panic attacks, and I might kill someone."
He put a hand on the small of her back, and they walked out of earshot.
"What if I told you that I knew someone who could help you control your power without killing everything that's good about you?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "I'd say I'd be very interested to meet him. But to what do I owe this offer?"
"A group that means what they say." said Dorimy. "The Jedi like to pretend they're trying to help, but what they really want is to make copies of themselves. I come from a band of people who support the radical idea that you should be able to master yourself without losing yourself."
"Sounds like my kind of crowd." said Sarah.
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