Падаван Йоды Шми Скайуокер общается с ситховским холокроном :восторженно:
Zannah just hums a bit. “You’ve met Sith before,” she says, changing the subject completely. “Living ones?”
“One,” Shmi says. “The apprentice, I think. A dathomiri zabrak, with red tattoos and a double-bladed lightsaber.”
Zannah snorts. “Maul. Is he dead?”
“As far as I know,” Shmi says.
“Good,” Zannah says, and Shmi looks at her, surprised. “Sidious and his apprentice are the worst of the latest batch of Sith – power, yes, and ambition, but no respect for his elders, no respect for the past.”
“No respect for you,” Shmi guesses. “Sexist?”
Zannah grins. “And humanocentric.”
“We’ll just have to do something about that, then,” Shmi says. “Won’t we?”
Zannah’s quiet for a long moment, tilting her head to the side. “You’re asking me for help,” she says finally. “You, a Jedi, however strange you are. Asking a Sith for help – against another Sith.”
Shmi nods once.
“I’ll think about it,” Zannah says, and vanishes back into her holocron.