RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Sometime after the Battle of Yavin VS Dark Templar Fleet
Her pride had been her downfall. From within the cell that contained her, she watched the days and nights go by. It'd been a month since she'd been forced to abandon ship aboard a pod. Her fleet had been crushed, most captured or killed. Still she had the general sense of how fast the Sith could mobilize. Her armor was stashed elsewhere in the jungles. When they'd found her it'd just been with her basic jumpsuit and saber.And she'd been beaten down mercilessly and tossed in here.
Another minute clicked by on chronometers, mirrored by the click click click of guards boots outside the cell. She breathed deep, drawing the force into her to sustain her. Anger, hate, rage. Disgust.
Then dropped and began to run her morning exercise routine, this time with extra force ladden vigor.
Got to get out of here....