The Unknown Regions had been peaceful, it had given her the time and space she required to order her thoughts. Chaos had exploded without her. War raged on both sides of the galaxy, but the war that fascinated her most, was the war on the fringes of space. A war between the Protectorate and the Fringe.
She called on her available resources for as much information as she could, but the one thing that fascinated her most was this.
Spencer had lost balance.
Anaya had won.
Logic told her to head to Zeltros, secure her Headquaters, start throwing spies in different locations, secure her livelihood, but the urge to go to Annaj, to offer Spencer four words was too much to resist. A message wouldn’t have them same effect as seeing Anaya’s smirk.
As she moved once more through the corridors, towards Spencer’s office, bare foot, alert and dressed in loose pants and a tank top, her dual sabers swinging from her hips, it occurred to her that Spencer could, without a doubt kill her. Anaya had pushed all the buttons she could as hard as she could before because compassion held Spencer back. Now, Anaya had to press carefully, for she rather enjoyed living.
A hand moved to her stomach, resting for a moment on the blood trail Spencer had left. She would know she was coming, so why knock? The door to the office swung open, and clicked shut once more behind Anaya. She said nothing. The smirk on her face was enough as she crossed the room and settled into the chair opposite Spencer, waiting for the now dark jedi to acknowledge her.
She called on her available resources for as much information as she could, but the one thing that fascinated her most was this.
Spencer had lost balance.
Anaya had won.
Logic told her to head to Zeltros, secure her Headquaters, start throwing spies in different locations, secure her livelihood, but the urge to go to Annaj, to offer Spencer four words was too much to resist. A message wouldn’t have them same effect as seeing Anaya’s smirk.
As she moved once more through the corridors, towards Spencer’s office, bare foot, alert and dressed in loose pants and a tank top, her dual sabers swinging from her hips, it occurred to her that Spencer could, without a doubt kill her. Anaya had pushed all the buttons she could as hard as she could before because compassion held Spencer back. Now, Anaya had to press carefully, for she rather enjoyed living.
A hand moved to her stomach, resting for a moment on the blood trail Spencer had left. She would know she was coming, so why knock? The door to the office swung open, and clicked shut once more behind Anaya. She said nothing. The smirk on her face was enough as she crossed the room and settled into the chair opposite Spencer, waiting for the now dark jedi to acknowledge her.