Daughter of Fen
Datapads littered the floor around her, a product of three days of solid meditation. She sat among them, legs crossed neatly underneath her as she surveyed her work, more anxious now than she had been when Rel had first offered her the Mind Spear to simply take it all away from her. Each datapad contained different information, snippets of things that slotted nicely together, carefully catalogued for easy reference. She drew in a deep breath and blinked slowly. Memories merged with her own, slowly becoming indistinguishable, there were moments when she simply forgot that she was a mandalorian human and believed she was the 200 year old whipid. It was for that very fear that she had sealed the doors to her chambers during this time, not allowing Rel in, nor herself out.
Her stomach rumbled loudly and she clicked her tongue in annoyance. Gathering the datapads in her arms she stacked them on the bed before stumbling into the sanisteam, feeling oddly at peace with the muddle that was her mind. A quick towel off and a fresh pair of slack and tank top, and she was out of her chambers, the datapad collection in her arms. She padded bare foot through the ship, grateful to find Rel in the galley. Depositing the information onto the breakfast island, she placed a soft kiss on the cheek and selected three datapads for him.
“People, places and technology.” She said sliding them to him. Before skirting round to the cupboards in search of food, not bothering to acknowledge the fact she hadn’t seen him for three days and he was probably worried. “The man’s a genius really, I mean a cold hearted bastard, but still a genius. I’m pretty sure there are very few people in this galaxy that he doesn’t know, never mind at his knowledge on force powers. A finger in every pie and he manipulates them all simply because he can. I mean he leads you to believe there’s a plan, but in the end I really don’t think there is… ooh Mirius cookies.” She pulled the packet from the cupboard, hardly an ideal food type when you hadn’t eaten for three days, but it tasted good nonetheless.
“Anyway, omniscient he may be, he specializes in energy manipulation so I need to be able to soak up whatever her throws at me. That’s my first hurdle. My second one…well that’s not so easy because I need someone to practice on and to be honest, I rather not risk it on you.” She waved it aside. “We’ll worry about that when it comes to it.” She said facing him finally.
“I need fire.”
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Her stomach rumbled loudly and she clicked her tongue in annoyance. Gathering the datapads in her arms she stacked them on the bed before stumbling into the sanisteam, feeling oddly at peace with the muddle that was her mind. A quick towel off and a fresh pair of slack and tank top, and she was out of her chambers, the datapad collection in her arms. She padded bare foot through the ship, grateful to find Rel in the galley. Depositing the information onto the breakfast island, she placed a soft kiss on the cheek and selected three datapads for him.
“People, places and technology.” She said sliding them to him. Before skirting round to the cupboards in search of food, not bothering to acknowledge the fact she hadn’t seen him for three days and he was probably worried. “The man’s a genius really, I mean a cold hearted bastard, but still a genius. I’m pretty sure there are very few people in this galaxy that he doesn’t know, never mind at his knowledge on force powers. A finger in every pie and he manipulates them all simply because he can. I mean he leads you to believe there’s a plan, but in the end I really don’t think there is… ooh Mirius cookies.” She pulled the packet from the cupboard, hardly an ideal food type when you hadn’t eaten for three days, but it tasted good nonetheless.
“Anyway, omniscient he may be, he specializes in energy manipulation so I need to be able to soak up whatever her throws at me. That’s my first hurdle. My second one…well that’s not so easy because I need someone to practice on and to be honest, I rather not risk it on you.” She waved it aside. “We’ll worry about that when it comes to it.” She said facing him finally.
“I need fire.”
@[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]