The Kenobi Underground
Part IV
Original Cynn
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There was no reason why she couldn't see. She was a human with eyes that were as normal and as functional as the rest. It was that she chose not to see, at least that's what the Healers said.
Lore approached the girl who sat alone amidst the foliage of a simugarden, springs of purple colored water palpatating the marbaplasti fountain berths, each with minimal decorations, each a stunning piece of workmanship.
"My greetings, Padawan Cynn," Lore stated formerly with a bow. It was habit. She never question why she bowed; she just did.
"Lore…" Cynn cocked her buzzed head slightly toward the young woman who had approached.
"May I have a seat?" she asked politely.
Cynn scoffed, "What d'ya need?"
Lore sighed internally. Well, at least Cynn was up front. She was well-liked among the older Jedi because she never did anything radical, but very thorough. She didn't participate in the following of boys, girls or anything else related to attraction. As far as anyone was concerned, she was A-sexual.
Lore wove a simple Force web to disallow anyone to overhear, "The Order needs you. There's some information that's leaked to Kenobi, and we don't know how much he's got a hold of. We need someone who… well…"
"Who can get that information without falling under the padawan's charms."
"Yes," Lore admitted with a minute nod of her head, fingers latched onto her belt.
There was a long moment. Lore watched the one who sat so very still, staring at nothing in that far away manner of hers. She waited. Was the girl thinking? She opened her mouth to ask for the answer, "Will you help us?"
Silence reigned for a long while, condensation on the blades rolling to drip off the ends and tap onto other leaves rather pointedly. Lore took the initiative to look in the direction in which Cynn was so focused, but saw nothing. She brought her attention back to Cynn who looked like an ancient statue of a plain-faced god. Her features were fine, but strong, almost androgynous except for the lips and jawline.
"Will you?" Lore heard herself ask again.
"Yes," the still figure stated rather surely.
Lore's suspicion jumped, "May I ask why you have chosen to help us?"
"No. Be happy. I'll get your information," she answered shortly.
Lore stood for a second, a twitch under her left eye, before she walked off after a starched thanks.
Cynn smirked, taking a deep breath and drifting away once more into her meditations. This could prove advantageous.
This could wake up all of those blasted Okews from their trance.
This could wake them up to the truth.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was just another padawan, just another Jedi-in-training.
What was the big deal?
Nothing.
And that's what this trek would prove.