She still felt drained from her escape attempt, from the indirect attack on Dimmy the most. The repeated stuns from the army of droids M1M1 had summoned still left her with a spasm in her hand as they wore off, her nervous system recovering from the repeated blasts; an anger simmered beneath the surface of her mind, one she directed studiously towards the house, towards M1M1 instead of who she wanted to rail and rage against. She knew she was courting the implants reactive triggers as her anger was slowly edging out by a rising tide of despair and guilt.
She'd found a way. A singular way to attack Dimmy. Karker. She sank to the ground with her knees pulled up towards her chest and head in her hands, arms propped against her legs. Dimmy, Karker, she was having troubles keeping them straight again. She was having trouble tempering her emotions again as well, having freed them to make her little alchemy-like trick. And it'd worked too, a heady wave of pride at how well it'd worked filling her mind. She'd been able to incapacitate Dimmy - Karker. Guilt hedged that pride though, the Miralukan giving her head a sharp crack against the wall to try and stop the confusion.
"Put them away," she muttered, so softly that it was anyone's guess if monitoring in the room could even pick it up. Emotions had risen like waves against her thoughts, bubbling and burning and simmering so dangerously close that she knew she could turn them into fuel now, fuel to make something better to make another attempt. But she knew now she needed to bide her time, because she needed a way to remove the AI from the equation, too. A way to force either the droid AI or Dimmy to accede. Without access to supplies she had only what was on her - bits of metal from a sand-blaster set of robes, no terminal. She'd get those niceties back if she apologised to the AI unit, the very one she, in a spark of anger, had blasted into the wall.
Dimmy's disappointment cut into her resolve and mixed with confusion again at the way he'd been honestly, thoroughly happy after her attack. He'd been thrilled she'd... attacked him? Was it some milestone she wasn't even aware of, that she'd felt so hemmed in by desperation that she'd set aside her flimsy morals and rigged an attack? One she was feeling increasingly guilty for executing. And even though she knew the cause - growling in anger at the thought of the technology wormed into her brain - it still was something she couldn't avoid feeling. Even removing Dimmy from the picture she hadn't been able to beat a loyal AI unit.
This time the despair was real, shaded with a desperation to escape that made her stomach and heart squeeze tight. Her bid for escape had failed. Her executed plan, the hard work she'd put in, the days and nights delving in to memories better left untouched, everything she'd sworn she wouldn't do and it'd been nothing. She'd gotten what, thirty feet from her former location? And now she was in a room with no terminal, nothing, just a set of walls and what she figured was a bed. She shifted her arms, wrapping them around her knees and nearly biting through her lip as frustration shifted again, the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth as she thudded her head against her upraised knees.
Thirty feet and this time a much more real prison. No illusions of a pretty cage now, and concessions were going to be harder to come by because she knew she'd have to bend neck or knee for them. Sure it'd be in small, little ways - but once you started it was always easier to continue. It was the same slope she'd fallen down before, letting the lack of torment lull her into a sense of wellness. And oh how those blasted implants helped... a shudder started at her back and went through her body, the woman drawing in a shallow breath. Now she felt like scrambling for what few options she could grasp at, feeling the ever-pressing vice turning closer and closer around her neck like a hangman's noose.
Time. She felt a claw of panic in her throat at the looming, near-inevitable 'fate' if she didn't find some way out, and away. If she could get out of the estate she knew she could vanish into the city of Kaas and hide. But the implants still worked, even when the Sith was nearly unconscious from pain and agony. So she needed greater distance. She needed to get out of the city, off of the planet, and possibly even away from Nar, away from any place she could easily be found.
Her heart pounded and she felt the world shift, swimming in her sense of vision as if it had momentarily lost its balance. But she calmed herself and the world righted again, the woman letting out a shaking breath. Despair broke across whatever other emotions she had, thudding her head one more time against her knees before she still. She was exhausted, as alone as one could get in a semi-sentient house, and she had, for now, run out of ideas.
How much had she already changed before she'd confronted Dimmy? It felt like a question that would haunt her now. How much time did she have to play with? That was the one that'd keep her up all night.
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