Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
This was a strange sensation. Staring at one's arm, eyes squinted, wondering what this bizarre limb really is. Hadn't she lost her limb? To a Jedi or something? That was... that was so long ago. But no! This arm was not hers! Hers was made of biofiber, mechanics, all sorts of good things! Not this! What was going on here?!? Oh... right... she was confusing this life with her past. Poor Ven wasn't in her old body anymore. Didn't have any robot limbs. At the moment that thought was lost to her. She needed to talk to someone about this, right away. Who? Oh! She knew who! Circe would know what had happened for sure! That wonderful lady knew all sorts of things! It was just the other day that she had rescued the merc on Ord Mantell after she was betrayed. Hadn't it been?... Wait... that was five years ago... Huh.
"SAVAN, I REQUEST YOUR PRESENCE. IT IS OF THE UPMOST IMPORTANCE."
Good Lord... she's back to talking like Rage Ven. This will be interesting for sure... Either way, her voice message would be sent to the Sith Lady, in the hopes that she would get it soon. Though her response could be rather drastic or emotional... Ven had left the Horde without a notice a few days prior after meeting Ventasia. Just fled, avoiding the Vong sent to capture her. Even had a tracking device surgically removed from her arm. Without that... no one would know where she was. Luckily for Savan, she included her current location (Balmorra) in her mini-rant about how important this meeting would be.
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