Sic transit gloria mundi
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Anemone Nivalis"]
The room had nine cracks. Siobhan knew this because she had been spent quite some time counting them in the long hours where she had been left with little to nothing to do in her hospital room. Getting the circuity of your bionic limbs fried by force lightning, being caught in the blast of your own force explosion, not to mention thrust out of your walker's cockpit after missiles struck it sort sucked. One might note that perhaps a less reckless approach would have prevented the whole ordeal, as Coryth had quite rightly pointed out during her outburst. Dimly Siobhan was aware of that, but nonetheless she was bloody frustrated about being stuck in a hospital room.
No action, no sex, no whiskey, no cigarettes, not even recruits to yell at - most of her life had been abolished. Fortunately Doctor Osway had been kind enough to liberalise her prim and proper dictatorship and so Game of Stars was running on the holo-screen before Siobhan's eyes, the Colonel laughing at the brutal scenes taking place before her. If the series was to believed, Padme was a vixen who sometimes dressed herself in a ninja-style outfit and far more badass than Anakin and the Gungans were violent berserkers who liked to eat people. An epic battle raged across the plains of Naboo as Gungans, Jedi and Separatists sought the Peace Moon plans, most of Theed was put to the torch in the brutal struggle. It was violent and raunchy, just like Siobhan liked it. Hopefully Osway would let her watch the episode about the 'Forbidden Holocron' of the Jedi. The past one about it had been quite inspiring for creative ways to use Siobhan's force.
On her bedside table lay a stack of magazines, such as Flames of Ashira and The Truth About Amazons, along with official paperwork. The pain she was feeling had died down, she had taken well to bacta and painkillers, but movement was still frustratingly slow as she picked up a magazine and flicked through, reading about the initiation rituals of young huntresses among the Amazons of Dahomey. That brought a broad smirk to her face. Outside the industrial town that was Fondor City was full of life, the rays of sunlight shun brightly through the opened window. Smoke billowed out of the chimneys of countless factories that churned out the machines that made the Protectorate great, she heard the roar of a starfighter as it sped past her window into the sky.
She should be...out there...doing something.
Anything.
Except she had agreed to leaving field work...for a while. Unless it was important. Her promise to Tegaea and one she intended to keep, after having seen how devastated she was.
She just...had little clue about what to do. Administrative duties were...boring. Besides, the Sith had won at Metalorn, her sword would be needed!
These thoughts vanished from her mind as she heard movement coming from the corridor leading up to her room, as she heard footsteps. Perhaps her wife had come to visit, perhaps she woud bring Grrbyrr to cheer her up. The adorable little furball with the ravenous appetite always managed to do that. Or Dellila would finally get revenge for all the time Siobhan had trolled her! Or one of Siobhan's 'attendants'. After all, some important parts of Siobhan were still in perfect condition!
The room had nine cracks. Siobhan knew this because she had been spent quite some time counting them in the long hours where she had been left with little to nothing to do in her hospital room. Getting the circuity of your bionic limbs fried by force lightning, being caught in the blast of your own force explosion, not to mention thrust out of your walker's cockpit after missiles struck it sort sucked. One might note that perhaps a less reckless approach would have prevented the whole ordeal, as Coryth had quite rightly pointed out during her outburst. Dimly Siobhan was aware of that, but nonetheless she was bloody frustrated about being stuck in a hospital room.
No action, no sex, no whiskey, no cigarettes, not even recruits to yell at - most of her life had been abolished. Fortunately Doctor Osway had been kind enough to liberalise her prim and proper dictatorship and so Game of Stars was running on the holo-screen before Siobhan's eyes, the Colonel laughing at the brutal scenes taking place before her. If the series was to believed, Padme was a vixen who sometimes dressed herself in a ninja-style outfit and far more badass than Anakin and the Gungans were violent berserkers who liked to eat people. An epic battle raged across the plains of Naboo as Gungans, Jedi and Separatists sought the Peace Moon plans, most of Theed was put to the torch in the brutal struggle. It was violent and raunchy, just like Siobhan liked it. Hopefully Osway would let her watch the episode about the 'Forbidden Holocron' of the Jedi. The past one about it had been quite inspiring for creative ways to use Siobhan's force.
On her bedside table lay a stack of magazines, such as Flames of Ashira and The Truth About Amazons, along with official paperwork. The pain she was feeling had died down, she had taken well to bacta and painkillers, but movement was still frustratingly slow as she picked up a magazine and flicked through, reading about the initiation rituals of young huntresses among the Amazons of Dahomey. That brought a broad smirk to her face. Outside the industrial town that was Fondor City was full of life, the rays of sunlight shun brightly through the opened window. Smoke billowed out of the chimneys of countless factories that churned out the machines that made the Protectorate great, she heard the roar of a starfighter as it sped past her window into the sky.
She should be...out there...doing something.
Anything.
Except she had agreed to leaving field work...for a while. Unless it was important. Her promise to Tegaea and one she intended to keep, after having seen how devastated she was.
She just...had little clue about what to do. Administrative duties were...boring. Besides, the Sith had won at Metalorn, her sword would be needed!
These thoughts vanished from her mind as she heard movement coming from the corridor leading up to her room, as she heard footsteps. Perhaps her wife had come to visit, perhaps she woud bring Grrbyrr to cheer her up. The adorable little furball with the ravenous appetite always managed to do that. Or Dellila would finally get revenge for all the time Siobhan had trolled her! Or one of Siobhan's 'attendants'. After all, some important parts of Siobhan were still in perfect condition!