Part 20 - Distress
Shard closes her eyes at the words. She's thinking, furiously. Maybe that's the wrong thing to do; maybe she should be going with her gut. The problem? Her gut is divided.
She doesn't like this at all.
She doesn't like the idea of hurting Haarmon.
Given the choice, though, she'll take the latter over the former. The problem is, she can't be sure the situation is as bad as it seems. Hence, the thinking.
Eyes open, sidelong glance to Rhijans. One corner of her mouth rises, a tight half-smile. "All right. Some of this might sound like Bantha crap to the people in the room." Gaze flicks to Juragga. "Or maybe not. We'll see."
Slowly, Shard sits down on the acceleration seat. She doesn't want to look like she's lecturing. "So, my problem with this. Any time someone comes to me and says 'I can give you what you want. Those people can't, but I can.' That sounds like 'Agenda' to me." She studies her hands. "Sounds that way here, especially since - I'm guessing - you made no mention of 'Jedi' to start with? You didn't even say anything to whatever is in there? It just...said that?"
Shard sighs. Here's the rough part. "It gets worse. Maybe. Remember what I said about the training being dangerous? About how it's easy to get sucked into what the Jedi used to call the Dark Side? How it can twist you into something different? Or maybe just bring out that selfish, 'I am the center of the Universe and everybody else, they're ants and not important except for my amusement' child-self?" Another shrug. "Call it 'evil' if you want; I'm all for that, even without any spiritual implications." She waves a hand. "Ghea Nimadda, let's say. Anyway, let's accept that it can happen."
Leaning forward, Shard studies the box. "The Jedi used to speak of the Dark Side as insidious. Like something that drew people. It was 'attractive'. It caught you by strong emotions - rage and hate being the two big ones, but there were others. Sneaky, almost." A shudder follows that statement. It almost got me. "So they divorced themselves from such things." The older woman grimaces. "In, what I feel, was a bad way."
"Point here, though, isn't to debate their ideas and methods. I don't like the sound of what that...thing...said to you. Seems to fit with what the Jedi thought about 'The Dark Side.' 'Heyyyy...I can give you what you want. The Jedi can't, but I can. All you need to do is...listen to me, and not them.'"
She snorts. "Of course, the Jedi said the same about the other side, and killed anyone who disagreed."
Her eyes snap up and she looks at Haarmon, finally. "I'm not saying 'toss it in a furnace'. Maybe this is a good thing we've found, I don't know. I want your idea on something. Did you get any feel for what lay behind the voice? Its...personality? Outlook? How'd it sound when it said that?"