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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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[When she turns back to the hallways, a sudden feeling of indecision overcomes here. She looks left, then right, then left again. Which way should she go? It really shouldn't matter, as anywhere would likely be better than where she currently was. Sure enough, the cry of an unfamiliar voice followed by the full-body tackle prove just how dangerous her current location actually is.]
[It takes her a moment to catch her breath again, and get back on her feet. She looks over at her mysterious savior, about to say something to her. However, the sound of more aircraft flying overhead and more weapons firing causes her to shut her mouth. She needs to make a decision and now. She closes her eyes, quickly shakes her head, and then darts down the left hallway. She looks over her shoulder to see if the strange girl who saved her is following.]
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You turn left, down the hallway with the gallery. Immediately, two things are apparent: they are all paintings of the strange girl who saved you, and they are almost all paintings that involve fighting of some kind. Whoever this girl is, it seems she lives or lived a very active lifestyle.
The paintings you see all have titles beneath them, and if you get closer, you'll be able to read each as follows:]
Grievous
Grievous: Redux
Faith
Outrage
Sai Cha
Cad Bane
Protection
Patience
The Beginning *
* long clip (~8 min)
Heroes on Both Sides
Attachment Theory
Determination
Justice
Reunion
Prison-break
Trust
Co-operation
The Wrong Jedi
Turning Point
Judgement
A New Path
The Wrong Jedi
[It's title reads "The Wrong Jedi," and it appears to picture the girl who saved her--well, the back of her anyways--facing a mysterious, hooded figure. The silhouette against the red, burning flames stands out to Wanda the most.]
[She looks from the painting to the girl, then back to the painting. She confirms that is indeed the same girl, wondering then who this other figure is facing her. She tries to catch the girl's reaction to the painting out of the corner of her eye.]
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That one has a prequel to it, if you wanted to make sense of it.
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Would you show me?
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This one. I had to take a leap of faith... and be sure that someone else was going to have faith in me in return.
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And did they?
Have faith?
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You can see for yourself, if you want.
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You're running through the industrial pipeline system for your life. You've just escaped from prison, wrongly detained for a crime you didn't commit. But despite your protestations of innocence, nobody seems to believe you. And the more time passes, the more evidence turns up that seems to miraculously implicate you, even though you know you didn't do it.
So escape is the only option. If you stay, you'll be found guilty, and you have no intention of going down for this. So you run. You run and you run, with Clone Troopers hot on your tail, determined to escape and find the real murderer who's framing you. It's clear now that's the only way you'll be able to clear your name. But losing the Clone Troopers isn't easy. They've given you a rough chase out of the military prison so far, and though the pipeline is making it easier, you're still far from ditching them. Your heart thuds in your chest like it's going to explode, even though you're at the peak of physical fitness and could probably continue running for hours.
Finally, it seems like you've made some distance between yourself and the Troopers, and you run towards the light at the end of the pipeline. Only... it's not exactly an exit, you discover. It's an exit that looks out over the thousands and thousands of levels of Coruscant. You know you can jump several hundred stories and land safely without injury through use of the Force, but thousands is pushing it. What do you do now? If you backtrack, they'll surely find you.
That's when your master catches up with you, and the conversation in the memory plays out. He could easily have stopped you...
But he doesn't.]
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[Once she's back and focused, Wanda looks over to her companion.]
Did it end up working out? Were you able to clear your name?
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My vision was... too clouded by bias and hasty judgement to see the true culprit clearly.
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[Wanda realizes she may need a little more context here to understand exactly what was going on.]
What exactly was it that you were accused of? Why did you have to go on the run like that?
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... A bomb was detonated in the Temple. Jedi, clones, military officers and innocent civilians alike were all killed in the blast. All for one person to make a statement. It was... it was horrific.
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And... why do they think you are the culprit?
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How then were you framed? Those are pretty serious sounding charges after all. It could not have been just wrong place, wrong time.
[Wanda doesn't necessarily mean to sound accusatory, but it's possible her words could be taken that way.]
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The true culprit who master-minded the bomb plot had a civilian accomplice. We apprehended her, thinking she was working alone.
Once she was in custody, she requested to speak with me. Said she wasn't working alone, that she had a Jedi accomplice who master-minded the whole thing, and she didn't trust anyone other than me to pass along the information to. So I went to her cell for the information and dismissed the other guards, thinking it would make her feel safer.
Unfortunately, neither of us knew that the true culprit was hiding nearby. Just as the woman was about to reveal their name, they used the Force from their hiding place in the shadows to choke the poor woman to death. There was... nothing I could do to save her. And when a woman turns up dead in a locked cell in a secure facility and you're the only other person in the room... well.
I'm sure you can imagine how that looks.
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I can see how that would be rather damning evidence. How then did you do it? Clear your name, I mean?
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... I didn't. For all the effort I spent breaking out of prison, trying to track the culprit down... all I ended up doing was further incriminating myself.
I contacted Barriss-- my best friend back at the Temple-- for information. We'd fought together side by side in the war for years. I trusted that she'd help, that she wouldn't tell anyone. Sure enough, she said she'd done some digging for me, found out the location of the warehouse where our original now-dead suspect got her bomb from. I thought-- great, you know? I could go there, see if I could find any clues. Once I got there, though... the Clone Troopers came in hot on my tail and I was recaptured. This time in the vicinity of the same bombs that had been used to bomb the Temple.
In the end... it was my master was able to see what I couldn't. Or... wouldn't, maybe. That Barriss had sent me there deliberately, planning for me to be recaptured in that location, adding more damning evidence against me.
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Your master... the brown haired one yes? The one who was pursuing you in the sewer without the white armor?
[Then a realization occurs to her.]
Then, if your friend sent you there deliberately- she must have...
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... She confessed during my trial, after Anakin tracked her down and dragged her there.
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But I don't understand it.
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