soft epilogue
Location: Indomitable
Spring in her step, long legs carried her in hurried pace from the crowd gathered in the briefing room. She’d raised her voice in front of the entire cast of pilots that belonged to the Galactic Alliance, and now she had to follow-up on her word. The meeting had been collected to see what the Alliance could do to better their efforts, and get ahead in the conflict. Lujo had been a tip of the iceberg, and they wanted to develop from there. Her suggestion had been that instead of throwing more people at the problem; they find the problem out just a little bit more.
Now it was her albatross.
Tight breaths left her lips as the newly appointed first lieutenant took a sharp turn down one of the halls for the Indomitable. Fists clenching and unclenching to establish some sort of distracting rhythm for her excitement, she released on last puff of air and shook off the unprofessional clutch of anticipation that gripped her stomach.
This was going to be a really
really
really
big task.
And she needed help that could keep her really
really
really
out of the clutches of the sith.
She’d heard the stories of the Sith, and what they’d done to The Republic’s Jedi and persons. As a Non-Forcer, she was extremely susceptible to whatever vile torture they might push on her. And that was soberingly terrifying. Sure, she was trained in melee; but against mind tricks and lightning sorcery? No such luck.
But, even though her exposure to the Jedi was limited, she did have an idea on who could help. Someone who she’d already done some penetrative sneaking around with on Karfeddion.
She figured they were in relatively good graces, considering he’d given her the coordinates to meet his sister; and it never hurt to ask anything, right? Especially when the clocks were ticking.
Footsteps continued, tracing the route to where the guest bunkers were stationed. Strut, strut, strut.
Fist made, the knuckles of the blonde pilot rapped against the thick metal of the door she’d managed to trace down via some sort of sorcery of her own, the magics of omniscience perhaps.
Rap
Rap
Rap.
The impatience was communicated in tight execution of the knock, before she stepped back to allow the door to hiss open.
Another shallow, anxious breath released to cure her pending nausea.
[member="Micah Talith"]