Become the Crisis
CIRCE SAVAN'S SHUTTLE
The interior of the craft Circe used as her courier throughout Sith space was relatively specialized. Near the two rear guest rooms was the kitchen, and a central hallway led to a small yet well-stocked laboratory, a storage room, a training room, and Circe's own personal bedroom, replete with oversized bed. Clearly, Circe was a Sith scientist, one who relied on her skills with technological terrors almost as much as she worked with the Dark Side of the Force to rend life to her will. Currently under examination were parts of the technobeasts she had rather virulently dissected.
But right now, her thoughts were on the only other resident of the shuttle aside from her, a teenaged girl currently residing in one of the guest quarters on board her ship. A woman whose choice of green-skinned illusion had significantly startled or disturbed Circe, whose significant advancement in months was greater than Circe's years of training, who had become a Jedi Master and Chancellor of the Republic while Circe had struggled to gain masterhood as a Sith and a seat in the Senate.
Two parts of Circe predominantly existed. One was far more visible to the former Jedi Master - jealousy. And considering that Aleidis was the youngest Jedi Master of all time, not to mention the youngest chancellor of all time, that part wasn't very surprising. What was, though, was a strange sense of pride. Perhaps it stemmed from the deeper desire of Circe to be a mother to the orphaned Aleidis, something she no longer had - feelings exacerbated by the birth of her son, her biological heir.
But for now, the work to be done was certainly most simple. They had to develop for Aleidis a cover story, an explanation as to who she was and how she had arrived on Thule with Circe. For the time being, though, food was of the utmost importance, and Circe prepared rations of a particularly spicy type for both herself and Aleidis. It wasn't the least processed of meals, but it would still taste excellent.
@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
The interior of the craft Circe used as her courier throughout Sith space was relatively specialized. Near the two rear guest rooms was the kitchen, and a central hallway led to a small yet well-stocked laboratory, a storage room, a training room, and Circe's own personal bedroom, replete with oversized bed. Clearly, Circe was a Sith scientist, one who relied on her skills with technological terrors almost as much as she worked with the Dark Side of the Force to rend life to her will. Currently under examination were parts of the technobeasts she had rather virulently dissected.
But right now, her thoughts were on the only other resident of the shuttle aside from her, a teenaged girl currently residing in one of the guest quarters on board her ship. A woman whose choice of green-skinned illusion had significantly startled or disturbed Circe, whose significant advancement in months was greater than Circe's years of training, who had become a Jedi Master and Chancellor of the Republic while Circe had struggled to gain masterhood as a Sith and a seat in the Senate.
Two parts of Circe predominantly existed. One was far more visible to the former Jedi Master - jealousy. And considering that Aleidis was the youngest Jedi Master of all time, not to mention the youngest chancellor of all time, that part wasn't very surprising. What was, though, was a strange sense of pride. Perhaps it stemmed from the deeper desire of Circe to be a mother to the orphaned Aleidis, something she no longer had - feelings exacerbated by the birth of her son, her biological heir.
But for now, the work to be done was certainly most simple. They had to develop for Aleidis a cover story, an explanation as to who she was and how she had arrived on Thule with Circe. For the time being, though, food was of the utmost importance, and Circe prepared rations of a particularly spicy type for both herself and Aleidis. It wasn't the least processed of meals, but it would still taste excellent.
@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]