#tinidur hell

Summary:

The Room of a Thousand Fountains has been left to its own devices, in the year it stood abandoned.

Bao-Dur was no Echani handmaiden, but even he could see the difference in the General.

During the war, the way she had moved had stricken him. All Jedi had a certain precision to their movements, but she had taken it a step beyond. He had enjoyed watching her move the way he might enjoy the movements of a well-maintained droid. Every quirk of the lip, every gesture, and every footfall- they were synchronized for maximum impact.

At the time, her desired impact had been the annihilation of the Mandalorians. At that, she had excelled. And he had been glad to serve under her, to provide the best tools for the task at hand.

But she moved differently, now. She shifted her weight when she stood. She gave way for strangers in a crowd. Sometimes she regained her old precision of movement, but it was less like the well-oiled and maintained weapon of efficient destruction she had been before. Something had been knocked loose.

step 2: listen to “skyfall”

step 3: sit down on the floor. perhaps lay down. curl into a ball.

Bao-Dur’s voice was as close to alarmed as he ever sounded. “You did what?"

“I made a deal with the Serocco gangs that I would win them the Exchange’s territory if they would lay off the other refugees.”

“I understood that part. I am struggling with the fact that you then lead the gang into the Exchange base, killing them all and claiming it for the Serocco.”

The general bit back a smile. “I don’t understand why you’re confused. You seem like you got what happened."

bao-dur is very, very to the point. very clipped, very efficient- did you hear about our common enemy? oh, good, you did. that’s all.

this might just be because it’s a random snippet of dialogue that most players wouldn’t think to go get- there’s not much reason to go talk to the Ithorians again after you escape Citadel Station. 

But also... Bao-Dur is like this in most of his conversations. He doesn’t beat around the bush at all, he doesn’t do niceties. “I’m trying to work here, Atton.” “You are harming her.”

Just try and imagine Bao-Dur gossiping, or discussing the weather. (He’d probably do it like he does anything else, really. ”I would rather not speak of him when he is not present.” “It might rain later. We’ll need to cover the speeder.”)

Again, this may be an effect of gameplay, but the only time he ever comes close to rambling is with the Exile. “After you.” “Sorry, General, I’m flat out.” “Too bad we’re not droids, huh?”