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Date Posted: 22:11:04 03/06/03 Thu
Author: Guards/Mara/Storm/Palpatine
Subject: Tolerance
In reply to: Adam 's message, "Grr, again." on 17:07:46 03/05/03 Wed

OOC: Yahyah!

The room Adam is lead to on board the Veridium is large, cold, and dark, and appears to be a throne room. The walls and floor are black tiled, and the only sources of lighting are blue light-panels on the floor, along the wall. Seated on the throne in the center of the room is a little old man, wrinkled with indeterminable age, a decrepid smile, and yellow eyes, lacking the warm, amber tone that made Storm's eyes so enchanting.
Storm is standing beside the throne, staring at the floor, appearing to be counting the molecules in the tiles. The cloak around her shoulders that had shimmered so beautifully in the light now seems blacker than the shadows shrouding the room. Her face is white, and placid. She glances up at Adam, resisting the urge to run to his arms, feeling hopelessly vulnerable, feeling that if she could just feel his arms, warm, and gentle, around her again, she could face her father. But she could neither afford the luxury, or display her weakness. Palpatine leans back into the throne, still smiling, obviously enjoying his daughter's helplessness. "You're not what I expected... taller, perhaps, not as darkly complexioned as I imagined. But I certainly can see why my daughter is interested in you."
Storm faces him, her placid expression becoming hard and cold, "Despite your misguided opinion, I do not love him." she says, quietly, dangerously. Palpatine looks at her, "That's not what Mara told me." "Jade is a fool, working for her own gain. You should know not to trust her. I only had physical interest in him. I was lonely, without an idea where to go, he was young, and handsome. But I quickly lost interest, and was planning to ditch him when your buddy Jade interrupted everything." Storm, refusing to look at Adam, for fear of breaking her resolve, repeats, "I do not love him."
I'm sorry, my love... but I can't let him know how much I truly do love you... The words she wants to say so badly remain unspoken, thought silently in her heart.

Palpatine thinks over that for a minute. His daughter's strength in the Force allows her to block her thoughts from him. It would be impossible to see if she was lying without damaging her mind. And it wasn't worth the risk. He motions to the guards, "Take him to the prison cell, then. We will deal with him, later."

The two guards motion for Adam to come with them.

Storm turns, and looks at him, wanting so badly to scream, I'm sorry!, wanting to beg him to kiss her fears and sorrows away, but remaining still, and cold.

OOC: Ah, emotional torment. She really does love him, but she doesn't want Daddy-o to figure that out.

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