The Guardian:
Kismet gives a long sigh then. Clasping Trav's hands, she leans forward until her forehead is resting against Trav's.
"I'm so glad to hear you say you'll help, and not stand in my way," she says. "Every day I've questioned myself on this. Remembering what I did as Warlock and asking myself over and over if I'm doing the same thing again. I honestly do not believe I am, Traveller, but there is so little that can be left to chance... and I am so very tired.
"The idea is to build a trap for the Beast. I ran TAROT samplings for years to arrive at just the sketch of this, but... My plan, now, is to put together an array of six-dimensional recursion engines. Aligned correctly, that should give him no exit into the vortex, not out of 3-space, not out of time, not through the etheric or the psychic axis.
"So you see the extent of what I need here: the wealth to acquire the source mass, the technical knowledge and the engineers to build and run the collapsed matter breeders, the infrastructure to put it all in the right place to minimize the risk to any nearby civilization, and finally some lure to get the Beast into the trap.
"But that is a long way from here and now. And from what I can see, it will take an empire to build, a small one at least, and that means I must keep all my enterprises running and growing until I can be ready."
"Listen to me, little girl. I will help, but we'll do it the
right way. I will not see you become the Beast in action even if you do not become him in name. Do you understand?" She loves Phillipe so much.
"If you can promise me that no one will be hurt or coerced by any of this, I already have a line of people ready and willing to help. Forward me your plans. I may be able to help you make it easier on you."
She leans back and smiles at Kismet. "You should come travelling with me, some time. Your partner, there, can lead you to all sorts of good places. Other time lords, like the Doctor and the Corsair, would some times urge me to run with them or chase them, and show me wonderful things.
Trust those cards. That TAROT is a living being that wants nothing but good for you.
Listen to it. When I listen to my Sweet Boy, good things happen."
She turns to Sairen. "As for you, Sir, you need to be paid your kill fee. Care to come with me? Thank you for helping a Jedi and her Padawan come to an understanding. I have something I need to show you, and help with something."