Finally she'd hit upon a way to meditate - her preferred methods of settling her mind all involved things she didn't have: a lightsaber, a blaster, an opponent or a training dummy. But instead the Miralukan had decided to meditate by focusing on her emotions, settling and calming them then examining them to put them away; delving in to emotions was always risky but it seemed the best method she had to center and balance herself. And settling down, legs tucked under her and robes pooling around her like water, she knew she desperately needed perspective.
Slammy was easy - she felt a rise and swell of anger for the Sith, letting the emotion sink into her before she calmed it. Emotions pass she'd once been advised. She put that into practice now, accepting the anger and stopping it from growing. The anger was in danger of distilling into a cold rage - it nearly had, the last time they'd exchanged words but the promise she'd given to Dimmy had stayed any possible action. As much as she'd wanted to give in to the rage and rip through the Sith she'd done no more than act like a growling nexu kitten - teeth and sound but not even claws to back up a threat. And why had she been so keen to keep her promise to Dimmy, given how many others she was breaking? Her pathetic attempt to garner some name other than the nicknames given to the Sith had been, well, quite easily seen through and ignored.
Kneecapper was turning in to a puzzle. Something had made the anger she'd seen temper and that, in a Sith, was dangerous. Something was going on she was missing and she had a sinking feeling that it was going to turn out to be a trap she openly walked in to. The manners she'd barely kept to had been acceptable enough to pass for 'polite' and the conversation had been light, with no secrets (sadly) and nothing other than an eventual discussion on the subject of pets. The offer to acquire Sparks was one she mulled over, coming back to again and again. While the acklay's company would be a welcome relief it signaled that Dimmy was not about to let her go... quickly. Something she had to change. Maybe she could figure out a way...
Breathe she reminded herself again, hands uncurling from the fists they'd closed in to. Now that she'd felt the anger it was time to set it aside, let it go, put it away under peace. She could feel the lures of emotions, seeing them as easily as those with sight saw daylight she supposed, and the city itself was starting to wear on her. What was it again? 'Kaas is at once comforting and terrifying. Comforting for the familiar, the memories, the way it stands immutable. Terrifying for exactly those same reasons.' It'd been years since she'd talked about anything that old. She'd mentioned it to someone at the enclave - time had worn all but the impression of their Force away, comfortingly contained. She never had spoken much of family, friends, or those she'd left behind when she had left the Empire because to her they were dead now, as final as the choice she'd made.
She knew that her old Lord had been killed, finally dying and his powerbase shattering with him. Periodically she'd thought about finding the house that had adopted her but they would see her as - what? Her old research partners were (as far as she could tell) generally dead. Her family was an entity never known or even explored. Family had just never seemed important compared to making a way for herself as first an alien, then as Sith. So it left her with... few things to call family. Maybe that was why she looked after her people - and friends - so viciously; they were the family she made for herself. She called a few by close terms, endearments usually reserved for blood, but she valued people as the family she'd built for herself.
Letting out the air she discovered she'd been holding the woman got up from her kneeling position feeling her emotions more settled. As long as she didn't try to unravel the puzzle of confusion Dimmy represented - she was starting to really like the Sith, running her hands through her hair in sudden frustration, a frustration which died as quickly as it rose as her thoughts shifted. Dimmy was nice even compared to the most accommodating Sith, not even reacting to the way she'd broken his trust with shouts. Nothing more than what felt like a mild lecture and a re-securing of the terminal. Which she was about to try and slice again.
Her head tilted as she expanded her senses out then sharply pulled them back in as she felt the tugs to study grow strong. Her message had gotten out, she was sure, but it was time to get herself out of the mess she'd put herself in. Curling up at the terminal her fingers once more started to dissect the security, moving more carefully than before. This time she targeted specific system access databases, going for what she knew were the systems she'd had the most trouble with before anything else. Time to study she vowed silently, leaning over the screen and picking through the archived information, going for the information on the implants and pulling the notes about alchemy up again.
A finger tapped on the console before she called up that specific archive, mind starting to work on the puzzle - how could alchemy be a weakness for what she figured was a combination of Force and technolo- she sat up for a split second. With that thought firmly rooted in mind she pulled the files back up, a second screen raised for the Miralukan to jot down coded notes. It'd look like she was composing poetry but every serious student of the arcane worked out their own codes for noting down their studies. It just so happened that the code system Book had worked out resembled purple prose as one of her erstwhile students had said upon reading it.
She didn't get the purple part.
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