Anaya's bare feet made no sounds as she padded through the corridors of the building on Annaj, hunting for her rival. Whispers of war had reached her ears, preparations were well under way to gather the fleets together, training exercises had intensified among the soldiers and the blood thirsty sith among the Fringe were licking their lips in anticipation.
Save for Anaya.
Oh she enjoyed combat, but she had seen enough of war to last her a lifetime so it brought no fresh excitement for her, even if it was a new enemy. What interested Anaya, was where the call fro war had come from. She had watched @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] grow from a jedi padawan, to the master she was now. a master of balance, or at least that was what she claimed. The thought that Anaya might have won their battle so early on in the game brought shivers of delight to Anaya.
She found Spencer in her office, pouring over galactic maps. For a moment she paused in the open doorway, contemplating her approach to investigate this, before gliding in without daring to knock. She had heard some refer to her as the Lady of the Fringe, but to Anaya, she was still Spencer Jacobs. She closed the office door behind her with a wave of her hand, letting it slam slightly. It was a childish move to say the least, but it brought a smile to Anaya's face nonetheless.
"Is it true?" she said, with a tone filled with mocking shock. Moving towards the desks she rested her hands upon its surface, leaning forward through the hologram, leaving Spencer no choice but to abandon her work and humour Anaya. "Did you call for war?"
Save for Anaya.
Oh she enjoyed combat, but she had seen enough of war to last her a lifetime so it brought no fresh excitement for her, even if it was a new enemy. What interested Anaya, was where the call fro war had come from. She had watched @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] grow from a jedi padawan, to the master she was now. a master of balance, or at least that was what she claimed. The thought that Anaya might have won their battle so early on in the game brought shivers of delight to Anaya.
She found Spencer in her office, pouring over galactic maps. For a moment she paused in the open doorway, contemplating her approach to investigate this, before gliding in without daring to knock. She had heard some refer to her as the Lady of the Fringe, but to Anaya, she was still Spencer Jacobs. She closed the office door behind her with a wave of her hand, letting it slam slightly. It was a childish move to say the least, but it brought a smile to Anaya's face nonetheless.
"Is it true?" she said, with a tone filled with mocking shock. Moving towards the desks she rested her hands upon its surface, leaning forward through the hologram, leaving Spencer no choice but to abandon her work and humour Anaya. "Did you call for war?"