Ciphered Holos

With Tel-raan's permission secured for Torlem's accompaniment to Taris - the group seemed to be larger than she had initially anticipated - and his request to accompany them Book turned on her heels and stalked back across the ramps of the Promenade. Patrols were stepped up, she could feel a rise of tension and once again her blood boiled for retribution.

It was not, she knew, a feeling a Jedi should embrace. But paired with that feeling was a sense of shame. Jean had lost friends, comrades, people he didn't know because of her. A failure to be paranoid enough to scan the offices before the meeting, failure to act again. And on top of that the hope that Llinos had completed her work on the anti-serum being dashed... It had been a fairly bad night. Color discussion aside - though at least she could assign a proper feeling to the phrase 'color me confused' and she'd met another Miralukan - the night had been a near-disaster. Correct, it had been a disaster.

Though whoever Nikky was, she quite liked the man and his companion.

The wreckage of Sanguine's offices was becoming a rite of passage for each up and coming threat; first there'd been Jared, then another explosion, then the gun-fight, then the bomb, then Terallo... it was maybe good she was secretly thinking of letting the company close down. If nothing else the cursed offices would pass on to someone else, someone not her. She wondered who'd rent a office place that had been blown up four times now and cost the lives of at least that many.

Stopping at the door Book pulled down the keypad, entering in a long string of digits before the doors opened, stepping through. As soon as she was inside the doors sealed, the acrid tang of smoke and fire hitting the back of her throat. With a cough, arm moving to go over her nose and try to block the scent, Book entered in another set of codes at the second keypad, hearing the whirr as the advanced security measures disengaged.

Edi would work with the remaining samples they had though, and that was a bright light in the future of an anti-serum. Stepping lightly, respectfully past the detonation zone she entered the rest of the offices. The explosion had rocked the building, putting many of the systems off-line. It'd be a long night to repair them to the best of her abilities and the fried wiring was not something she thought even she could run.

With a sigh before getting to work Book poured herself a drink, shaking the dust from the glasses and eventually washing one before picking a chair, pulling her legs up close to her chest, and huddling there. It was more than an hour before she even thought about drinking from the glass, and longer still before she moved.