Pulled into a tight ball the Miraluka sat, fingers tapping absently on the desk as she thought. She felt the weight of everything starting to build again and took a shallow breath to compose her thoughts, herself, and force a semblance of order into the world again, if only for a moment. Her head turned and she stretched, picking up the blaster and then a discarded saber and feet making nary a sound as she moved through the halls of her ship to the training room. Left, twist, left...
Blaster set aside for now she picked up the saber, slipping into form.
In less than two weeks, she was supposed to lead an attack on an Imperial chemicals lab. She'd been flying... blind the longer she worked with the Barge, knowing she was finally close to getting deep enough in to learn what was really going on, who was really turning the wheels. Parry, strike, the sharp scent of burning plasma against metal, acrid and hanging in the air. She wanted to talk to someone to get help, get an outsider's eye but she didn't know who to talk to. The war was weighing heavily on the Marran. They were starting to learn what war meant and this was important, but so far outside that conflict.
Xan would tell her to keep going, she thought, as long as the goal was still in sight. She didn't know if she could get Nia to see why she was conflicted. Slide, cross, dip and twist, shift-grip then lean. The heat was palpable against her skin as she bore down against the droid before the droid backed apart, breaking the contact. Nia... might understand, but she didn't want to add something new on the Warden's shoulders, either.
Holding a hand up she let out a short breath in the called-for pause.
Shay knew less about the Barge work - and she wondered if the Investigator would feel obligated to tell the Council, or SIS, what the once-Jedi had been up to. She'd said she knew the charges before the SIS had released the warrant, and she had put her trust in Book but she just didn't know. She actually fancied trying to talk to Tyron, for a moment before shaking her head. She was just as likely to sit down and explain it all to Tyron as she was to drag Zach in on her mess again. He'd already gotten her neck cleared once, she didn't fancy making him regret it.
With a twist of her feet she ducked low, blade flashing then winking out as she suddenly slammed the butt of the hilt at the droid's head, sending it back then a quick dodge and weave and hum, the saber back to life with a whirr of energy, spearing the droid's head where on a bipedal the skull met neck. Clean, quick, and deadly. The droid fell in a discordant pile, a clatter as the woman powered the saber off again.
Her head skirted slightly, picking out a small package in the pile of scattered heaps at the outside of the room. A small carved-in-stone chess man with smoothed features. With a tug of Force she pulled it to her palm, running her hand over the worn stone and frowning. It'd been in her mail with no note.
A nailed dragged on an indentation, tossing it lightly in the air and holding it there with Force before she pulled a thread around it and watched the shape of the carving take form.
Now she had another problem to worry about.
Her fingers flicked and the stone piece flung itself against the wall of the ship, shattering at the impact.
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