CORUSCANT: GRAND IMPERIAL PRISON 1000 Hours After being put on a wild bantha chase, Eriana Fox has returned to her warden with prisoner in hand. Horuk Mann was not the only person she'd brought in for questioning, but he was the first to show signs of prior knowledge about this rumored slaving ring. Eriana, it seemed, had struck gold. Now all she needed to do was get the truth out of him.... Plot Thread ; Self DM @EmilyHuene @Herrith Today was going to be a wonderful day. Eriana could already tell. Things had been looking up for the woman lately. Everything was going right, even though most of the verse was in chaos. It suited Eriana just fine. It meant she was going in the right direction in life. The Force had gifted this to her. This was her reward for serving so loyally. She was servant of the Dark side. And she never wavered from that mission. Opening her eyes, she was met with only darkness. Not that she expected any different. She'd woken up in darkness everyday since she had been born. It never bothered the blind Sith. It simply was a way of being. She didn't know any different. She pushed back the soft silk sheets and sat up, taking a long yawn she stretched and extended her arms as far as she could; her naked back arched like a bending bow. Eriana then rubbed her eyes which had those annoying little crusties on them. She then folded her hands in her lap and took a long breath to center herself within the Force. Calling on her Dark powers she felt the cold chill of the Force wash over her, making her shiver under her comforters. The room around her came into focus, or at least they way she saw it. Everything was black, but there were shapes and lines that painted a mental drawing of the world around her. She saw not only her room, but the floors above and below her. She saw every corner of every table and doorway, every leaf from her potted plant on the dresser, and even the tiny bird looking for bugs in her windowsill. "I say this prayer to whatever entity hears my voice. Thank you for another day. Thank you for a restful night. It is through your blessing and mercy that I have so humbly lived in your care. I am forever blessed and thankful to be alive. I pray that I can continue to spread your Word as the truth. In your name I pray." Eriana unfolded her hands and would swing out of bed. She strolled across her linoleum floors and into the cold tile of her refresher room where she relieved herself, brushed her teeth, and then stepped into the fresher. Ten minutes later she was drying herself off and heading to her closet. Sliding the door with two gentle fingers she then ran her hand across the hangers above her head. Each one had certain marks in Brail that spoke to her their explanations and descriptions. Work clothes were on the left, first to grab, which were basically her Sith gear. Following after that were formal attire, work out clothes, comfort clothes, and lingerie. There was no point sorting anything by color because she really had no understanding of what those words even meant. She had to trust one of her non-robotic servants to buy her clothes based on the year's latest trends. She stopped there at "exercise" and pulled the first hanger she felt that had weight to it. She'd already worked out several times this week so most of them in this section were empty. A protocol droid would wash them once the dirty laundry basket would become full. She wouldn't be caught dead doing her own laundry. That chore, like many of the other things in her manner, were for the staff droids to handle. Returning to her bed with clothes in hand, she'd get dressed in her workout clothes and head out of her room. She moved to the kitchen and pushed a button on her espresso machine to make her some caff. She didn't need to bother feeling around for where things were, she knew them so well. Even if she wasn't using the Force to guide her actions. She knew exactly how many steps in any direction she needed to take to get wherever she was going. And she had a huge manor too! A lot of it was routine. Most of it was just memory. While she waited for the drink to mix and pour, she leaned onto her counter and began doing some leg stretches. She could nearly bring her legs vertically up and down. If she tried she could do it, but she'd have to have some more space and do much different stretches than she was doing now. She wasn't in the mood to try pulling any muscles today. A small buzzer vibrated letting Eriana know her drink was done. She put her foot down and raised herself to the balls of her feet to grab a mug on one of the top shelves. It was horrible placement for such a breakable thing, being up there so high, but she liked making another stretch for her to get it. Nothing came out of being lazy. That was what her life had been about: sacrifice. It even carried into where she put her dishes, how ridiculous was that?