You wander through a stately office, looking at a blue tank of fish. Alderaan Senator Bail Organa's office.
He had told you once that the tank was placed there for his daughter, to keep her out of trouble when he had work to do. To keep her distracted. The colorful fish were distracting, but you both knew that his daughter was growing up fast, and simple fish were not going to keep her distracted for long.
You pace, waiting for the man to appear. Like always, you have snuck into his office with out his knowing you were going to appear. You know it bothered him at first, but after some time, you are pretty sure he has gotten used to it.
'Another Jedi break in to report', he would comment at first. He knew better now.
You take a seat at his desk, waiting. You can hear the older mans voice approaching his office door. Though he is talking to someone, you can sense that he is alone.
Bail spoke on a communication device, coming into his office. "I know love, but we've gone over this. It's more secure this way." He says as the doors closes and he jumps, realizing that you are there, waiting.
You stand as you hear him say. "Tell your mother I will see her soon. Be a good girl, Leia." He turns off the device and smiles at you. "I didn't realize we had a meeting today, Fulcrum."
"I was in the sector and wanted to stop by." You say with a casual shrug and a charming smile. "How is your family doing?"
Bail smiles, a look that fits his face very well, you think. His face always lights up when you ask about his family. "They're doing well. It's getting harder and harder to keep Leia distracted from my work, however. I'm afraid she's going to follow in my foot steps."
"At least they're good steps to follow." You say, hands moving to rest behind your back, glancing over the fish tank again.
"I assume you're not here to talk about family." He says with a soft smile.
You glance back, a look of mild amusement on your face. "I do love hearing about your family, Bail, but no. I'm here to talk to you about Saw Gerrera's Partisans..."
The memory fades off there with a jumble of conversation that you cant catch. It's nothing more than a nice soft reminder of a very good man that you work for, and the very good family he loves.
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A Softer Memory | Emotions: hope, ease, care, family
He had told you once that the tank was placed there for his daughter, to keep her out of trouble when he had work to do. To keep her distracted. The colorful fish were distracting, but you both knew that his daughter was growing up fast, and simple fish were not going to keep her distracted for long.
You pace, waiting for the man to appear. Like always, you have snuck into his office with out his knowing you were going to appear. You know it bothered him at first, but after some time, you are pretty sure he has gotten used to it.
'Another Jedi break in to report', he would comment at first. He knew better now.
You take a seat at his desk, waiting. You can hear the older mans voice approaching his office door. Though he is talking to someone, you can sense that he is alone.
Bail spoke on a communication device, coming into his office. "I know love, but we've gone over this. It's more secure this way." He says as the doors closes and he jumps, realizing that you are there, waiting.
You stand as you hear him say. "Tell your mother I will see her soon. Be a good girl, Leia." He turns off the device and smiles at you. "I didn't realize we had a meeting today, Fulcrum."
"I was in the sector and wanted to stop by." You say with a casual shrug and a charming smile. "How is your family doing?"
Bail smiles, a look that fits his face very well, you think. His face always lights up when you ask about his family. "They're doing well. It's getting harder and harder to keep Leia distracted from my work, however. I'm afraid she's going to follow in my foot steps."
"At least they're good steps to follow." You say, hands moving to rest behind your back, glancing over the fish tank again.
"I assume you're not here to talk about family." He says with a soft smile.
You glance back, a look of mild amusement on your face. "I do love hearing about your family, Bail, but no. I'm here to talk to you about Saw Gerrera's Partisans..."
The memory fades off there with a jumble of conversation that you cant catch. It's nothing more than a nice soft reminder of a very good man that you work for, and the very good family he loves.