From Princess to Inquisitor (Celeste)

The new Governer of Naboo was busy. Too busy for this, or at least so she told herself. She had a thousand things to do, meetings, speeches to write, new laws to consider, council members to appoint and enemies to humiliate. She had no time for playing with magic.

Still, here she was swiftly approaching the appointed meeting place. Because it was what was required of her. And, if she was being completely honest, she had once very much enjoyed learning to wield the Force with her Father. It... reminded her of simpler times.

At the exact minute of the exact time agreed upon, the former Princess appeared. Punctual. She prided herself in always being precisely on time. She approached and dipped into a well-practiced bow in front of the chair, saying nothing until spoken to.

Jihta Heidjr’Oshan,

The former Princess felt her eyes narrow for a split second, but she quickly corrected the slip up. She wasn't late and she knew it, but no part of her felt the need to make the correction. Pride did not rule her here and something told her that arguing a small detail would be foolish here.

"My apologies," Celeste dipped into a polite bow, "The Force? Yes. My father taught me the basics."

Just the basics. The rest was self taught. She was no master of the force by any stretch of the imagination, but she was... what did Mother call her? 'Gifted'. Ah... such a waste. Had the woman lived longer, Celeste knew there was so much more she could have become learning from her.

Celeste held a hand out, reaching to find something to latch onto, some decoration on the wall to pull to her. Simple, no need for flashy. She was here to learn, not show off.

Her sister was the emotional mess. Celeste was... different. Calm, collected. Always The mature and sensible one of the bunch. And yet, there was something about having the life squeezed out of your lungs that made one panic somewhat.

This was not something Father had covered when teaching her. A shame. It always seemed that she'd missed the most important lessons. Well. She just had to teach herself, as she always did. The panic was making thinking clearly difficult. How to defend? Could she somehow shield herself? Hardly seemed worth the effort now. Perhaps a defense could be as simple as breaking the concentration of her "teacher"?
Or... what was it she'd always heard? The best defense is a good offense?

With her vision blurring, the young woman reached out to once more to grasp at something on the far wall behind the tiny alien, a tapestry. Hardly what she'd had in mind, but anything could be a weapon in a pinch, if you possessed just a hint of creativity. With a tug, she pulled it off the wall to send it at the Inquisitor.

Jihta Heidjr’Oshan,

the princess stayed very still as she waited, watching the inquisitor move under the tapestry. Angry. Celeste had expected the tiny female to be angry. Instead, the woman was grinning. Despite herself, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief. 'Gifted' or not, celeste knew she was young and still had much to learn. Only an idiot would think themselves good enough to fight off a woman of her rank without some extreme difficulty.

Celeste was not an idiot. She knew her limits.

Silently she followed as instructed, more confused by this peculiar approach to training. It really did just feel like a series of tests, more than actual teaching. Still, what did she know? It wasn't her place to quesion...
Or at least that was what she thought until she saw a man bound to a chair. She hesitated, which, thinking back, that was a bit foolish. Even so, she was young, inexperienced, still only a child by most standards in the Galaxy.

"Is he... a Naboo citizen?" she asked quietly.

Jihta Heidjr’Oshan,

Celeste spoke without thinking, something she almost never did. It was foolish, passionate, immature, but there was strength there, a will, a fire in her tiny form.

"It matters a great deal! I will not harm a Naboo citizen! I made a vow to serve my people when I became governer!"

She knew she'd likely made a terrible error immediately. Too late. Only thing to do was to stand her ground.

"Unless," she added quickly, "they have committed some crime?"

There. Diplomatic.

damn, she silent cursed, reaching down to grab the knife, why did I have to open my mouth?

No choice. Survival was key now. She approached, every moral fiber within her body pulling at her to resist. This was wrong. It was... undignified. Mostly it was simply unlawful, and that was worse than anything.

I am the law.

That thought cleared her conscious for a moment, long enough to decide.

"With The power vested in me, by the Glorious Emeror,I, Celeste Mason, Lawful governer of Naboo, hereby revoke your citizenship."

There. Now she could kill him.

The knife slid easily across his throat and she let out a small sigh of relief, quickly moving away to avoid the blood quickly pooling around him.

Jihta Heidjr’Oshan,