Asajj Ventress (
darksister) wrote2015-03-06 09:23 am
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OOM: Leaving Coruscant p5
The ship is ready, she has the nutritional supplements for Panth (the odd winged momong she finds herself burdened with) and now she just needs to wait. Fortunately, she doesn't need to wait long as she spies Ahsoka walking up and carrying two packages, each seemingly the proper dimensions for her helmet and her sabers, though the flat box seems a little large for two sabers.
"About time," she drawls, since it wouldn't do to allow the togruta to think she were friendly. "Do you have my things?"
"About time," she drawls, since it wouldn't do to allow the togruta to think she were friendly. "Do you have my things?"
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Oddly, she no longer felt the burning, abrasive, raw rage that had sent her tearing through the galaxy after Narec's death. Instead, deep in her chest she felt a knot loosen, a knot that was hollow, aching, wet, and lonely.
Panth landed on her shoulder then, rubbing her face against her neck. Through the Force, Asajj could feel the little creature's own pain of losing her pack and family. It made her feel less alone and made her pain more bearable. She didn't even notice the tears on her face.