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"Rholdun," said Fang, "I'm sorry for misjudging you. I need to focus on what my Force-wielding tells me you are, not how my eyes deceive me."

Fang was about to ask where Thrask was when Ashara arrived.

"Ashara, I can't speak to the components, so it's a little difficult to give new orders to the machinery. But I know enough to know that there's a critical failure in the alarm system. I couldn't even find a suitable datacube in the library to compensate; we'd need a real engineer to fashion a system I can trust. You know the human resources more than I. Is there anyone you recommend this task? A local perhaps? I don't want to die in my sleep because we didn't have any early warning bells.

"Also, I think I should dig the caverns deeper. I'm picturing a labyrinth that leads to an escape hatch a safe distance from our main entrance. I have to keep my Force-wielding sharp. Carving stone into pleasing (but functional) shapes is likely to be good practice. I'm quite good at creating and navigating mazes, and I would love the opportunity to create one in three-dimensions."

The cowardice that kept that Grey Knight alive against the combined might of Jedi and Sith was, in this way, turned to her own advantage. The trick to being rational and paranoid is to have a reason to be paranoid.