Kista unties Jade - who at this point is openly gaping at the whole thing - and helps her up.
"Jedi?" Jade echoes, looking between Malco and the two off-worlders. It's her glance at Kista, and the other woman's slightly guilty look that drops pieces into place for the refugees' leader. "You sent for them?"
Kista raises her chin in defiance. "Yes. But only because he," she nods at Malco, "sold us out to the Seps. I knew we couldn't call the Tarisian government or the Republic for help, so I sent a private message to one of my contacts in the CNS."
Jade looks all kinds of betrayed, and Obi-Wan spares her a kind, apologetic smile. "Don't worry," he says. "The message percolated through to the right people. Once this is over, no one will know that you had help from the Jedi Order."
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"Jedi?" Jade echoes, looking between Malco and the two off-worlders. It's her glance at Kista, and the other woman's slightly guilty look that drops pieces into place for the refugees' leader. "You sent for them?"
Kista raises her chin in defiance. "Yes. But only because he," she nods at Malco, "sold us out to the Seps. I knew we couldn't call the Tarisian government or the Republic for help, so I sent a private message to one of my contacts in the CNS."
Jade looks all kinds of betrayed, and Obi-Wan spares her a kind, apologetic smile. "Don't worry," he says. "The message percolated through to the right people. Once this is over, no one will know that you had help from the Jedi Order."