Linori leans over her monitor, fingertips pausing on the screen. She pulls the hologram of a nearby system away from her gaze, the space now filled with Darth Farus’ face. The miraluka deadpans, amazingly well for someone with no eyes. Linori clears her throat and quickly turns back to the monitors, trying to keep her panicked thoughts occupied with more typing. “Kindly sir, me? Run away? No, never,” the girl responds quietly, “I prefer the term tactful retreat.”
Several monitors in front of the miraluka were displaying reports from several different systems, some in multiple languages. They detailed some of the border wars in the Confederate systems, though there were surprisingly few articles that listed information that would be of great use. Linori would continually pull up screens then minimize them, as though searching for a specific piece. As though expecting the Sith to get bored and leave, she’d occasionally glance over in a very subtle way, only to find him still sitting beside her. Linori keeps her head low and unseen visage on the reports. Naboo wasn’t sounding so bad right about now.
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