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SWTOR: Sith Science
Chapter: Three
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Senya woke, frowning. Something had changed, something important, but it was obscured. Purposely. She did not know by whom, but they had underestimated her. She would contact Arcann later. He would need his rest, as would she.
Malora knew others often viewed her as impatient, impulsive, even reckless. She also knew it wasn’t true. She just found the constant distractions intolerable. How dare they interrupt her work? Patience was not a virtue confronted by such infuriating people and their petty causes. She had always believed she showed considerable restraint, considering. Now she was wondering if perhaps, this time, she had been rash. “Why am I still in these rags?” Patience.
She took in a deep breath. Yesterday might have been a better time to learn it, but now would have to do. Her life might depend on it. Still, was Vaylin actually this stupid?
She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice. “Oggurobb and Nox had so little time to work, and in secret. After the battle, they rushed you into a cryogenic freeze to preserve your body. They weren’t about to release and allow your tissues to degrade in order to change your clothes.”
She could feel the answer had not satisfied and looked back. Vaylin was standing stock still, seeming to be trying to choose between anger and amusement. Looking at her in the tattered, damp robes, with the hole burned straight through the front, she realized she had misunderstood the question.
Finally, the former Empress smiled. “Oh, yes, perhaps you should clean up a bit, first. This way.” Patience. Perhaps there was something to it after all.
Vaylin stepped out of the room, clean, freshly dressed. She had picked clothes similar to her old High Justice uniform. She had never wanted to be Empress. It had just been all she had left. She would not go that way again. She had examined where she had been injured.
Small injuries down her arms, cuts on her shoulders, disrupting the flow of her tattoos, her gifts from Nathema. She smiled at those, pleased to see the ruination of some of Jarak’s work. Where she had been impaled, though, still ached. Malora assured her that she was whole, but she had trouble believing it. How could she ever be whole? She had scars. She always had, she just never admitted it, but these she could see. It was probably for the best. Malora was pacing outside, clearly impatient.
“Can we please get on with this?” Whatever mood she had been in, that immediately aroused her anger. “Carefully, Sith. You saved me, but even that only goes so far.”

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SWTOR: Sith Science
Chapter: Three
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Senya woke, frowning. Something had changed, something important, but it was obscured. Purposely. She did not know by whom, but they had underestimated her. She would contact Arcann later. He would need his rest, as would she.
Malora knew others often viewed her as impatient, impulsive, even reckless. She also knew it wasn’t true. She just found the constant distractions intolerable. How dare they interrupt her work? Patience was not a virtue confronted by such infuriating people and their petty causes. She had always believed she showed considerable restraint, considering. Now she was wondering if perhaps, this time, she had been rash. “Why am I still in these rags?” Patience.
She took in a deep breath. Yesterday might have been a better time to learn it, but now would have to do. Her life might depend on it. Still, was Vaylin actually this stupid?
She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice. “Oggurobb and Nox had so little time to work, and in secret. After the battle, they rushed you into a cryogenic freeze to preserve your body. They weren’t about to release and allow your tissues to degrade in order to change your clothes.”
She could feel the answer had not satisfied and looked back. Vaylin was standing stock still, seeming to be trying to choose between anger and amusement. Looking at her in the tattered, damp robes, with the hole burned straight through the front, she realized she had misunderstood the question.
Finally, the former Empress smiled. “Oh, yes, perhaps you should clean up a bit, first. This way.” Patience. Perhaps there was something to it after all.
Vaylin stepped out of the room, clean, freshly dressed. She had picked clothes similar to her old High Justice uniform. She had never wanted to be Empress. It had just been all she had left. She would not go that way again. She had examined where she had been injured.
Small injuries down her arms, cuts on her shoulders, disrupting the flow of her tattoos, her gifts from Nathema. She smiled at those, pleased to see the ruination of some of Jarak’s work. Where she had been impaled, though, still ached. Malora assured her that she was whole, but she had trouble believing it. How could she ever be whole? She had scars. She always had, she just never admitted it, but these she could see. It was probably for the best. Malora was pacing outside, clearly impatient.
“Can we please get on with this?” Whatever mood she had been in, that immediately aroused her anger. “Carefully, Sith. You saved me, but even that only goes so far.”

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