approximately 1200 words of sad Hand of Jadus funtimes! Tulia wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote this. Tulia/Zhorrid with a warning for major character death, spoilers for the Imperial Agent/Hand of Jadus storyline. big thanks to @miss-spooky-eyes​ for commentary/suggestions/encouragement

(title from the song “litost” by x ambassadors)

“Agent, what are you doing here? Entire cities are being destroyed by the Eradicators! The Dark Council is raging. You were supposed to put a stop to this and find my father’s killer!”



Fresh singe marks on Zhorrid’s robes hinted that at least some of the other Councilors had directed their rage over the attack at her. A kolto pad peeked out from under her collar at the back of her neck—how badly must she have been burned this time to allow even that small concession from a medical droid, Tulia wondered.

“Darth Jadus is alive. He’s ordered me to kill you,” Tulia watched Zhorrid’s hands for retaliation to the news that her father was alive, that he wanted her not to be. “He’s chosen me as his Hand.”

“Jadus…Jadus is alive? And he sent you rather than coming to kill me himself?” Zhorrid’s voice rose and her eyes widened as she stepped backward, crashing into her desk with a hand on the hilt of the lightsaber at her hip. “No, of course! Of course he wouldn’t think I deserve to face him.”

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