ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ Cassandra Anderson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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barrayar2018-05-06 11:17 am
wronganswer) wrote in barrayar2018-05-06 11:17 am
I'm a wolf, you're the moon
Truthfully, Cassandra is a little nervous. It feels akin to the nerves that come before a large scale battle, one where she knows she'll have to follow closely at Master Dredd's heels for the duration, adrenaline high. Only... those are the feelings of a Padawan. And she's not one any longer. Cassandra Anderson is a newly minted Knight, and whatever wisdom had led the Council to giving her this assignment, she doesn't need to know it. She just needs to perform to the best of her ability.
Even if, in the back of her mind, she wonders why anyone would think someone from Dredd's line would be suitable for a political assignment. They're all notoriously plain-spoken, not to mention merciless. They've produced not a few gray Jedi, aligned with the hard line of the law rather than philosophical questions of moral rectitude. Cassandra's more sociable than her master, but she's still more at home as a silent sentinel than as any kind of negotiator.
The part where she's meant to guard against assassins, at least, will be no problem. Her ability to sense malicious, violent intent in others is unparalleled, and extends into the immediate future. So the Senator will be safe, even if Cassandra anticipates ending up serving primarily as a mute shadow.
She presents herself to the Senator's offices without fanfare, taking an aircab and slipping up through the towering Coruscanti governmental buildings almost unnoticed. Jedi are hardly unusual around Coruscant's upper levels, if still noteworthy, and Cassandra is a small human woman in the characteristic drab robes. She's a model of patience until Senator Amidala finishes whatever conversation she was having before her arrival, and then she steps inside, form loose and easy and voice pitched quiet.
"Senator, I'm Jedi Knight Cassandra Anderson." A short, properly respectful bow. "I believe the Council alerted you that they wished to provide you with some personal protection while you propose such revolutionary measures."
Even if, in the back of her mind, she wonders why anyone would think someone from Dredd's line would be suitable for a political assignment. They're all notoriously plain-spoken, not to mention merciless. They've produced not a few gray Jedi, aligned with the hard line of the law rather than philosophical questions of moral rectitude. Cassandra's more sociable than her master, but she's still more at home as a silent sentinel than as any kind of negotiator.
The part where she's meant to guard against assassins, at least, will be no problem. Her ability to sense malicious, violent intent in others is unparalleled, and extends into the immediate future. So the Senator will be safe, even if Cassandra anticipates ending up serving primarily as a mute shadow.
She presents herself to the Senator's offices without fanfare, taking an aircab and slipping up through the towering Coruscanti governmental buildings almost unnoticed. Jedi are hardly unusual around Coruscant's upper levels, if still noteworthy, and Cassandra is a small human woman in the characteristic drab robes. She's a model of patience until Senator Amidala finishes whatever conversation she was having before her arrival, and then she steps inside, form loose and easy and voice pitched quiet.
"Senator, I'm Jedi Knight Cassandra Anderson." A short, properly respectful bow. "I believe the Council alerted you that they wished to provide you with some personal protection while you propose such revolutionary measures."
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It does show openly for one moment in the intensity of her assessing gaze as she moves to meet the Jedi Knight, flanked by Dorme and Typho. Neither have left her side since the landing platform yet. It is a comfort, though one she does not thank them for. They have been together too long to need words for that.
"That's one way of putting it, certainly." A little dry, but she reins that in, stows it away in the same place as everything else, and her smile is sincere and warm. It is not the fault of this young Jedi that Padme is frustrated and angry and sad. She is simply carrying out an assignment. "Please, have a seat."
She moves to a seat herself with ease, not waiting to see if Anderson will follow her example. Her assigned guardian was young, younger than Padme had been expecting. Her own age, she thinks. But Jedi began young, as she herself had. To be deemed worthy of Knighthood meant she was capable, but that was beside the point.
"I'm Captain Typho of her Majesty's security service," Typho says, and she shoots him a slight look sideways of not-entirely-disapproval, knowing what he's going to go on to say. "I'm glad you're here, I'm afraid the situation is far more dangerous than the Senator is willing to admit."
Corde's vacant eyes stared up into the sky she would never see again. Padme's gaze fixes over Anderson's shoulder as Typho speaks for a long moment before she recenters herself in the room, holds up a hand in a gesture that's slightly more imperious than normal. Typho glances at her sideways, but Padme keeps her eyes fixed on Cassandra.
"While it's a pleasure to meet you, Knight Anderson, I hope you understand that I do not see a need for protection, but rather for answers. The intelligence they speak of doesn't fit with what I know of the politics of Naboo. Seven of my people died because of this attempt. I have no intention of hiding behind the Jedi without answers."
Dorme makes that low barely audible sigh that means that she thinks Padme has overstepped, and Typho's grimace is fairly obvious in his reflection. He really has no poker face. But Padme remains watching the Jedi Knight.