The Brightest Star
It's a peculiar moment. I honestly didn't expect to return to my old laboratory so soon. I had even hoped to create a new place instead somewhere that would allow me to build things aligned with my new values. Though, now that I'm here, I might as well take the opportunity to grab a few belongings. But what exactly am I doing? I've returned aboard the NZ Trident, a little marvel of cutting-edge technology, my luxury superyacht well, Nyva Shei's, technically. It is her primary vessel, after all.
Rummaging through the laboratory crates, I search for where I might have stored those things they call experiment reports. I pull the documents out and begin leafing through them. At least there's one advantage: no need to ask for permission. I'm home. I do whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want. No need to avoid the cameras either. A lot has happened since the last time.
It makes me sigh. I'm waiting for someone a member of the Jedi High Council. One Matsu Ike, Grand Master. I'm not sure what possessed me to invite her here. Some of the experiments were successful… others far less so. The Jedi would probably be horrified anyway. After all, this is my old Sith laboratory. And if I want to be completely transparent with them, then I have to explain what I used to work on, so they understand the kind of person I truly am.
Settling onto a couch in the common room, my feet resting on the table, I crack open a Corellian beer and make myself comfortable on Deck One. Accessible to everyone, the Jedi Master has already received authorization to land in the hangar without triggering the defense turrets. It would be a shame for the lab to go on alert before she even touches down. I did remember to disable the security systems.
"She shouldn't be much longer now…"
Matsu Ike
Rummaging through the laboratory crates, I search for where I might have stored those things they call experiment reports. I pull the documents out and begin leafing through them. At least there's one advantage: no need to ask for permission. I'm home. I do whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want. No need to avoid the cameras either. A lot has happened since the last time.
It makes me sigh. I'm waiting for someone a member of the Jedi High Council. One Matsu Ike, Grand Master. I'm not sure what possessed me to invite her here. Some of the experiments were successful… others far less so. The Jedi would probably be horrified anyway. After all, this is my old Sith laboratory. And if I want to be completely transparent with them, then I have to explain what I used to work on, so they understand the kind of person I truly am.
Settling onto a couch in the common room, my feet resting on the table, I crack open a Corellian beer and make myself comfortable on Deck One. Accessible to everyone, the Jedi Master has already received authorization to land in the hangar without triggering the defense turrets. It would be a shame for the lab to go on alert before she even touches down. I did remember to disable the security systems.
"She shouldn't be much longer now…"