Nikka Toren
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Ord Cantrell
Hole-In-The-Durasteel Wall Cantina
20:52
Hole-In-The-Durasteel Wall Cantina
20:52
When she had finally left the medical ship, she was so relieved. It had been three weeks since the failure of Ilum. She could hardly stand another day of observation, charts, and both organic and droid medics coming in to poke and prod at her. She was going stir just sitting there with her own thoughts... and memories.
Kark. Her shoulder was memory enough.
But... she was still trapped. Obligation soon meant that she would have to return to her Master; she was not truly at risk here, true, but she wasn't going to test the waters by staying here too long amidst smugglers and ne'er-do-wells for too long. She just wanted one drink in peace.
One drink, and then she would leave.
That was always the best lie she told herself... especially when she knew deep within that that just wasn't going to happen.
She had shorn most of the length of her hair off. Now it was just to the tips of her shoulder blades. She was dressed in her tailored pilot's suit, the cut of it a perfect emphasis to her build. After such an extensive time training, no less... despite physical therapy warning her to take things simply, she still trained until she was dizzily sick, and meditated for hours at a span with neither food, nor drink, nor company.
And yet... she still had no answers to what happened that fateful time.
Since she had faced down a Sith and somehow survived, she decided to face some other demons as well. Old ones that resurfaced with her regret. Ord Mantell... that fateful place where she had nearly given up her freedom to be with someone who would have given her a home, when she was still young enough to care. When they were both young enough.
But here she was, drinking at Ord Cantrell instead.
The atmosphere wasn't the liveliest, she had to admit... and she had been to some lively ones. But it was nice, for now, signature within the Force suppressed... allowed to be alone with her glass and little else.
It was too bad he wasn't here. She would ask him many questions, but it would start with why. From there... the future was uncertain, even with her nightmares and dreams. But she needed a break. She was just questioning the wisdom of this one.
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