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CORUSCANT
AFTER THE EVENTS OF SYSTEM SHOCK
Lysander von Ascania
Mercy walked the streets of Coruscant, passing by carnage, destruction and mayhem. It was lovely. More importantly it was exactly how Mercy had envisioned things, if they managed to win and kick the Imperials off of the planet.
She stepped over bodies. She moved around fires. Once or twice she had to break up a crowd, when they attempted to jump her, not realizing who or what she was. Somehow her steps took her right to the deep gaping maw rend through the environment by the crash of her ship, the Siegemother. She didn't mind. You couldn't get too attached to these things, it would only hurt you in the end.
Somehow that didn't help as she stepped up towards the wreckage, her hand gently placing on the hull.
For now, it was still intact, but she knew that sooner rather than latter scavengers would come. They'd pick her clean, her flagship, until there was nothing but a carcass. Eventually even that would be absorbed by Coruscant.
Mercy sighed and turned away, beginning to walk along the hull's length. Fingers, golden and terrible, running along the metal.
It didn't take long... for her to spot a familiar figure. Her apprentice, Lysander, surrounded by blood and corpses. He had been part of the ISB strike team, but apparently he too had started on a walk after it. Somehow he also found his way to the Siegemother, perhaps having witnessed its peak poking out from the horizon from the headquarters. Or perhaps it was the Force drawing them here.
She wouldn't be surprised to find others in the vicinity too, each drawn to this magnificent and monstrous beast for their own reasons.
"Kid, I hear you made me proud today." Mercy drawled as she pulled her pipe out. Stuffing it with herbs was a thing she did automatically now, didn't have to think about it. "Tell me, how many have you killed today?"