Marasiah Fel

It wasn't as if they hadn't been aware that the Sith threat was still out there, but it'd been quiet for long enough that they'd maybe gotten a little complacent. They'd definitely been distracted. And then today the convoy carrying all three leaders of the Triumvirate had been attacked by a Sith cell.

It was a smaller cell, and Sia had an Antares-led security team of Imperial Knights in addition to the couple of Jedi in Master K’hruk’s speeder, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Her Knights also came out looking pretty amazing on the footage that made the news, so not only Sia was absolutely going to use that to her advantage, but she was also able to finagle this into devoting more time and resources into locating the remaining cells. Also, while this raised questions about how the Sith knew where they would be, there were less of them to worry about now. In the end, it was a rough day that worked in her favor for once.

She wasn’t exactly shaken up by this. This was fairly minor, but the rest of the events and meetings for today were postponed, and people hadn’t really been keen on bugging her anymore today. And with actual time to herself for once, she was spending it sitting on the floor of the vast, empty hallway outside her quarters, throwing a ball for Vitor to fetch without worrying about disturbing anyone.

Maybe she’d find an open training room later? What did normal people do with free time?

[Open!]

After a week of this, Sia was pretty much over it. Walking around herself was fine, but she was tired of moving when anyone else got up, she was tired of having to live out of a bag, and she was beginning to wonder if she could bribe the squirrels into not reporting it if she just decided to move back to the dorms.

And if that was all at the forefront of her mind, it was because she was rummaging through her bag only to realize she'd left some things at the dorms, and also because she could tell Vitor was going in circles to find a place to lay down because of the way the castle was moving. Just one more week. Just one more...


[Mostly for one, but open with SP!]

Sia was pretty proud of herself for managing to train Vitor as well as she had. Considering his breed, she could get him to stay mostly calm and well-behaved around people.

Around other dogs, however, it was much more difficult, and having Atton in the room as a wolf meant that all Vitor wanted to do was play with his new friend. Vitor would run from one end of the room to retrieve a ball, then drop it in front of Atton, then run back to the other end of the room when nothing happened as if trying to say "throw it here!" Or maybe he just liked that part of the room right now. It was hard to tell with dogs.

Sia was on her bed trying to study, and also to not look too amused. Even though she was.


[Open door, open post! Mild SP for copier woe.]