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notconflicted) wrote2017-12-31 06:42 am
notconflicted) wrote2017-12-31 06:42 am
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Bastion- Sunday
On the way from Korriban, Sia had felt her now ex-boyfriend die. She was pretty sure that that was a trick, though, and she wouldn't believe it until she saw a body, and therefore she could deal with it. She had people she could put on that to find out for sure.
Once they got back to Bastion, Sia had had to be debriefed, and tell her father that the person who had killed his wife a decade ago was alive and a Sith now. That had been hard.
After that, she'd declined a bacta tank in favor of treating her injuries herself. The Sith hadn't had her for long enough to warrant using up that much of a valuable resource during wartime. Instead, she'd spent a very long time using bacta patches on the worst of the cuts she'd sustained during torture earlier that day.
In all honestly, she knew they were getting somewhere finally, but this was getting to be a lot.
Today was better? She looked like herself again, she needed to get caught up on what was happening with the new alliance with the Jedi, she had to find Atton and Jessica and... she hadn't quite figured out what to say yet. And she would get to it as soon as she could catch up on reports of what had happened the last three days without reading the same sentence a dozen times. Better, apparently, but not 100%.
Once they got back to Bastion, Sia had had to be debriefed, and tell her father that the person who had killed his wife a decade ago was alive and a Sith now. That had been hard.
After that, she'd declined a bacta tank in favor of treating her injuries herself. The Sith hadn't had her for long enough to warrant using up that much of a valuable resource during wartime. Instead, she'd spent a very long time using bacta patches on the worst of the cuts she'd sustained during torture earlier that day.
In all honestly, she knew they were getting somewhere finally, but this was getting to be a lot.
Today was better? She looked like herself again, she needed to get caught up on what was happening with the new alliance with the Jedi, she had to find Atton and Jessica and... she hadn't quite figured out what to say yet. And she would get to it as soon as she could catch up on reports of what had happened the last three days without reading the same sentence a dozen times. Better, apparently, but not 100%.
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Things didn't always work out how they planned.
Finding him wouldn't be hard; he was sitting in the small room (maybe it was just a broomcloset) he'd been allocated as living space, eyeing the Portalocity page on his comm and trying to think.
He clicked it away and ran a hand through his hair. Fine. He'd see how Sia was doing before he made any decisions.
Are the doctors done with you yet?
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Didn’t really go, took care of it myself. It wasn’t that bad.
That was a weird thing to say after torture, Sia.
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Then, It’s the one with the dog door in the wall.
It was the only thing she'd managed to change since technically moving in.
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Which was all Atton was texting before he knocked on the door.
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Her quarters were definitely big and open, but also pretty dark and it should be fairly obvious most of the things in here had never belonged to Sia.
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Because Fandom.
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"Can you repeat that?"
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Totally more confident.
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"Okay," Atton said, over-the-top casual about that. "I guess I can do that. If no one's getting eaten."
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