The saint who increased humanity and protected the weak
She had seen the deepest despair. Below her all three of them were in chains, beaten and bruised. Two Jedi Masters and her best friend. She felt anger come in bubbles as their shuttle landed.
Haughty superiority; Smothered common sense
Her best friends face was streaked with tears and mud. The force-suppressing collar reflected bright streaks of light into Shanti's eyes.
In a differentiated society, everyone has crazed eyes
It took everything in the near-human not to cast off her disguise and save Luminara that moment.
Fastidious nervousness; full of contradictions
"Ah, Carté Lasmefoy and her student, I presume?" the slaver said.
Look at it, Justice that the street threw up
Shaak Ti nodded from under her bounty hunter disguise. Through the force, Shanti could sense her master's disgust and anger, but she was hiding it quite well. If Master Kenobi, or Master Akshay, or Luminara recognized them, saving them would be difficult.
Is all that's left for us
"As you can see, we use only the finest technology to break our slaves." the cat-like zygerian demonstrated on a tall twi'lek who had disobeyed by whipping his lover.
What did the executor…
Shanti clenched her fists. She could remain silent no longer.
…Of that judgment see?
"How do you know you are above these beings?" she asked quietly. The feline head swiveled to face her. He grinned a smug smirk.
Eyes that continued to let them die; For whom are you asking?
"You still have much to learn, little one. I know this because I have conquered them. If they were to conquer me, through wits, or strength, I would know they were above me."
One and everything will just disappear someday
"No matter what trickery you use, always the one who comes out top excels in something the lower does not: Strength, intelligence, allies, firepower..." He pointed to a Togruta who looked about ready to collapse as if that sight would prove his point.
What does the executor…
And even though Shanti disagreed; hated him, for he tried to enslave her best friend, whipped and beaten her, the near-human could not find a flaw in his logic not attached to philosophy.
…Of that judgment know?