Saran Drast
Templar
It took about a week before [member="Dawn"] was ready to be moved, and another in the bacta tank for her to be able to move more or less freely. She would have her scars, but she would be able to be back to the front lines soon enough. That was an unpleasant thought. The Order needed her to fight the Sith, needed both of them, but she didn't want to loose Dawn. not another painful loss.
Sighing in the confides of her room on the Freeheart, she pulled up the old Jedi account that had never deactivated. Anarya had sent another message, asking if Saran would come back to Ossus, and if so, when. The Miraluka stared at the message. Would she loose Anarya, too? Maybe. Ashla was kind some days, but the Knight had learned not to count on it. Typing up a reply, she informed her sister that she would return soon, but that she may not see her. There were other matters that needed attending.
Standing, she went to look for Dawn. Surely the girl was somewhere around here....
Sighing in the confides of her room on the Freeheart, she pulled up the old Jedi account that had never deactivated. Anarya had sent another message, asking if Saran would come back to Ossus, and if so, when. The Miraluka stared at the message. Would she loose Anarya, too? Maybe. Ashla was kind some days, but the Knight had learned not to count on it. Typing up a reply, she informed her sister that she would return soon, but that she may not see her. There were other matters that needed attending.
Standing, she went to look for Dawn. Surely the girl was somewhere around here....