Sandy Sarna

Ohhhhhh well that joke didn't go over very well. And it really didn't, but the woman seemed to follow her directions none-the-less. Sandy also tried to listen to the woman as she spoke her uncouth language, but eventually the woman tried to do what she had told her. She was good too! It was amazing what a little instruction and the work ethic of old people did. The red coloured lines receded above her chest. Finally stopping at her shoulder. The woman was focused, but Sandy could feel a sharp entity beneath her calm appearance. Anger burned deep, only relieved by the feelings of calm that the woman was getting off her memories. The woman looked exhausted, And Sandy felt a little better. Her fever still raged, and the cough was still there, but she seemed out of death's door for the moment. She repeated the word, ”œAdika?”

Sandy shifted her weight slightly and pulled her thin knees to cover her chest. She looked over her bare shoulder, and recognized the foul wound. Thin tendrils of red had spread from the wound, down the back and across her thin chest. She grimaced. And pulled her blonde hair back away from her chest and back, and sighed. ”œI am such a wreck.....”

Sandy sat, unchained, beaten, bruised, and broken. She cried softly, her bony knees pressed against her eye sockets. Curled up into a ball, crying and attempting to reach into the force for strength. Yet it did not avail her. So instead she cried, and sobbed, and tried to ignore the screaming nerves in her back and body. She looked up when her friend was tossed in, limp and deathly. Sandy scrambled over to her in the dark, relying on her aura to guide her. It was strange, she didn't seem to have one before. But now she did. And she also seemed close to death, and she seemed dark...evil in a way. But she was the only one that had cared for her, and Sandy had to help. So, with great effort, Sandy ignored her own wounds ad pain, and concentrated upon her friend. Sending calming forces into her, concentrating on the cells that had been shocked and cut, healing slowly but surely. Sandy remained crouched over her friend. He long blonde hair messed and dirty, blood dripping slowly from her head and other places on her body. She coughed hollowly and then concentrated upon the bindings, moving the tumblers in various configurations until finally one by one they clicked into place. With a ”˜thunk' they fell away. Soon the ship would arrive at Tatooine.

Sandy shrieked in pain as the man brought her to her bare feet. She could feel her legs trembling, but she knew better than to let herself fall. As her friend before her, she brought her knew into the man's groin. Her thin, bony knee, would not do all that much damage by itself, but when aided by the force it would do quite a bit. She could feel her knee shatter as she drove it through his pelvis. Now that! That was a lot of power, fuelled by her pain and anger. She laughed as she ripped her leg from his abdomen, whilst blood bathed the floor. Then she blinked, though the move had brought a laugh from the black sun agents, it had only brought fury from the Slavers. The Doctor laughed as well, as he approached her. She silently cursed, she couldn't even run away. It would have been far better to let the man do what he wanted. Instead, now she would learn the most painful way. She grimaced, then began to scream, in her thin girlish voice as they beat her, and shocked her, and did other things that she dared not remember. With a stiff blow across her head, she almost fell into the blissful depths of unconsciousness, but sadly she kept her wits. And the torture continued to even as Ulahu continued on Mirlada. He laughed. "See what they do to her, why don't you give up, let her be free of her pain, tell us what we want to know. And you and her may return to your cells." The Black Sun Agents were escorted from the ship, but not after one of them had recorded the whole ordeal, on his camera phone.

Sandy coughed and sputtered for a second and blood leaked from her mouth down onto her chest. She shook her head and attempted to move the locks of blond hair out of her eyes. She felt horrid, and there was definitely a huge bruise on the back of her head. She cursed silently and brought her head up, glancing to where she could see her friend struggling as jolts of electricity went through Mirlada's torso. Attempting to break her spirit, no doubt the same was in store for Sandy. One of the guard's hands brushed across her bare back, and she lashed out with her elbow, catching him unawares. But sadly, the move was futile, and only brought another wicked blow to her already bleeding face. Her scream of pain echoed throughout the ship as it received the Black Sun Boarding party, their commander was bid to report to the Ship's captain, who was currently torturing the older girl. The Black Sun agents would understand, this was not the first time Black Sun had seen or treated with slavers, and if they demanded a bit of the prize, then it would be given, for safe passage.

Sandy sat in silence for quite some time, massaging her abused wrists, to bring feeling back. When the tingling and sharp pains finally came back Sandy grinned. It rotated her wrists slowly, and examined her chains in the darkness. The chains on her wrists were severed, and detached from the bulkhead. Perfect for what she was planning. She was young and inexperienced, being only fourteen, but she had some ideas. She had seen enough of the graphic holos, to know a various assortment of escape plans. She decided it would be best for her to kill the guard when he brought her food. The nasty assortment of scraps dropped by the crew at their table. But still it was food, more than her friend was getting most like. Sandy sighed, mournfully, and brought her thin knees to her chest, cradling the length of chain. She fell into meditation, willing the wounds in her shoulder to repair. As the hours slowly past, she sat in silence, her eye sockets buried in her knees, praying. It seemed her God had answered her prayers, heavy footfalls were heard outside the strong door. She moved fluidly, falling into a crouch, and holding the chain like a whip, the force moving through her veins. When the being took several steps inside with her food she struck. Using the few moves that Adenna had taught her, she brought the chain in a long arc picking up momentum enough to dash the brains of the man. The end of the chain, guided by the force, split the man's skull. Spilling brain matter over the already putrid floor. Sandy was shocked how effective that had been. She scrambled forward and retrieved the cell keys. Scrabbling over the chains on her thin ankles, she finally felt the click and as they fell away, she moved to the doorway. Panting in anticipation. The hallway was bright, and a sharp contrast to the cell she had just been in. She spared a glance to her figure, and let out a silent groan. Her clothes were tattered and ruined, barely covering her slender form. She was not suitable for a night on the town that was for sure. She crouched and rubbed her ankles, feeling where the chains had bit in. She grimaced and grabbed for the downed guard's weapon. She came up with a long, slender, white knife. And an E-11 that was strapped to his back. Both were soaked with his blood, and quite sticky. She tried not to retch, and slung the rifle upon her back. The cold metal, almost made her jump when it pressed against her bare back. It was at that very moment, that the Corvette returned to realspace for refitting over Dubrillion. The crew knew it was dangerous, for this entire world was run by the infamous criminal syndicate Black Sun. Sandy took that moment to run towards where she believed they would have taken her only friend. Her bare feet making only soft sounds upon the corridor's metal flooring. She rounded a corner and found herself face to face with a group of five guards. Taking their stroll from the eatery to their rooms, full of food and wine. However pleasant they had been, it changed in an instant. The three of them rushed the young girl, who attempted a slash with the knife, but was overwhelmed. With a wicked strike, her screaming silenced. ”œTake to where they are dealing with her cellmate, she needs to be taught a lesson.”

As the horrendous ordeal occured to what seemed like her only friend in the world, Sandy sat, and meditated. Rejuvenating her shattered shoulder, luckily they had not touched her in any other way as of yet. Though no doubt it was to happen soon. She flexed her thin wrists, now free to move as she would like to. Thanks to the careless blaster fire of the slavers. That poor poor woman, no doubt she would be changed forever from the experience. Sandy said a prayer for her. Not praying to the force as some of the other padawans did, but to the one thing that remained from her distant parent's influence. Her God, her faith. For all she hoped, she doubted the prayer would do any good. She needed to escape, to fight back. She gathered one of the lengths of chain into her thin arms and crouched, hiding it. It would be perfect to strangle the next guard with. She smiled wickedly as she heard the general alert siren. A gentle tone, indicating the exit from hyperspace within the coming hour. The moment of doom was soon to grace the putrid floors of the cell. There was one last chance, and she would take it. She had faith.

Sandy nodded solemnly, the very movement causing tendrils of pain to shoot from her back. "My name is Sandy Senya, I am fourteen, my master's name was Adenna. She was always nice....I miss her so much..." Sandy could feel tears begin to well up again, but she was too exhausted to even cry. Her body shook from the pain, but she knew she had to try to help herself. Healing, the art that had been taught to her by her master. She let her green eyes flicker closed, then concentrated, seeing past the pain, deadening the nerves, and releasing a fresh feeling of rejuvenation and life throughout her body. Her tired muscles calmed, and her mind relaxed, even the slow leak of blood down her back ebbed. She squeezed Mirlada's hand, and sent the same force rejuvenation through their grasp, if Sandy had any luck at all left, it should help the woman. She glanced up when she finished. For harsh and uncouth voices could be heard from outside the door.

Sandy squeezed the woman's hand and let a sigh of relief escape her exhausted form. She just wanted to curl up and fall into a dreamless sleep, however that was impossible with chains on, so she kept in a sitting position, struggling to control her emotions. Her eyes met the woman's again. She looked sort of confused, "Would the first low of being a POW be fight until your dead, and never get captured at all?" She let out a hallow laugh. Then let out a shriek of pain from her back. She whispered a few very mild swears then met the woman's gaze. "So how did they get you?"

The being awoke with a scream of agony mixed with an uncouth language. A strange mix of syllables that sounded like it was created in the mind of a single obsessed book writer. Sandy shrieked in fright, trying to bury her face into her arms that were chained above her head. She shook, her body trembling whilst her mind struggled to regain control. The pain in her shoulder and body was unbearable. With every sob, the wound in her back opened more. Tearing the already shredded flesh. Ripping pain receptors asunder, and causing more blood to soak her already sopping, torn under-tunic. The rattling of the creature against its chains was frightening when you could barely see. There was no natural light, save what filtered through the cracks in the door, and the dim glow of the doors control panel. The flickering lights contrasting sharply against the dark chains and the putrid floor. Sandy dared a glance, and their eyes locked. Both a various shade of green. Reflecting the dim light. When their eyes lock, the creature let out another bellow in the uncouth tongue. Seeming to grow in shape, a dark shadow looming in the dim room. Then, the shadow became a form of a woman, much older than Sandy, yet not past her prime. Her exact features, Sandy could not determine. But the very fact that she appeared to be another human made Sandy's heart jump against the shadows of despair. Then she spoke some real words! Something that she understand. Or at least some words that Sandy understood, but was not allowed to utter in the presence of her master. Sandy struggled against her chains and extended one of her thin hands. A touch was all she needed, something to grasp onto, to be comforted against the raging storm of fear. Her voice cracked with pain, "I'm scared..."

With a sharp push the slavers shoved Ad'Goran into one of few uncrowded cells. Her hands were quickly secured by stiff chains to the dank steel wall. Her form lay there for some time, the only sounds coming from her gentle breathing, and the stifled sobs of the only other person in the cell. A young girl of maybe fourteen, secured in much the same way, her clothes tattered. And her white freckled skin botched with blood from the earlier carving. She was Sandy Senya, a Jedi Padawan. Who was feeling very scared, and confused. Her heart pounding away, attempting to stifle her sons of pain and grief. Tears slowly rolling down her pale cheeks. Whatever they had chained here was no doubt dangerous. She attempted to scoot as far away from the person as she could. Whenever Ad'Goran would awaken, the only sounds she would hear was the distant humming of the hyperdrive. And the muffled sounds of crying.

A turbolaser blast found it's target, and one of the frontrunning CoreSec ships took a direct hit, on fire and shedding bulkheads, it plummeted back to the planet. Escape pods whisking away from the wreckage. The Golden Ark glimmered for a second against the jet black sky, then disappeared with a flash. They had escaped at last, into the abyss of hyperspace. _________________

(To prevent killshots I am using this quote by the coresec commander ) ((This post is rather dark, it is setting the stage for her captivity, it will be brief, don't worry master)) Whilst the Jedi Vos was using the dark magic of psychometry, the ship commanded by Uhalû the Quick-to-Anger was making it's way into the upper atmosphere. Though his warnings had indeed been very feirce, it seemed they believed this captive was of no value. It was strange to him, since there seemed to be only four to ten Jedi in the whole galaxy. Never the less, he deemed the girl to be of some importance. He gazed upon the blood rapidly soaking her back from his carvings. It was a wicked art, yet he had not even yet begun. He shifted his knife to the right side of her back. Unharmed for the moment, fair and freckled. Yet he had plans. While the crew of the ship hurried about, manning the laser batteries that were hurriedly pounding away at the distant ships in pursuit. They were near to their jump point, so Uhalû kept the comm open for those to hear her pain. He was a dark being, who lusted for the pain of others. Many of the mutilated beings in the cells that the jedi would find, were done by his hand. They would speak of him. For his memory was forever carved into their bodies. AS the engines burned away at maximum capacity, Uhalû dug the shap blade into the girls scapulae. Very slowly, he carved away into the bone, a glyph, stylish, and forever marking her with his symbol. He would break her, for a jedi pet could be very useful to pirates. Sensing traps long set, finding the cracks in defences. The slavers around the ship smiled as her screams peaked, at times broken by her sobs of Stop it. She cried for a final time as he finished his first glyph. Mom! Help me! Her pain and screams peaked again into muffled sobs. The Pirates were almost free of the gravity well, their pursuit far behind.

And there it was, that life was forsook. The crimson blade carved through the Togorian Lord, as a knife through melting butter. The great lord's helm was smote, and the head landed upon the darkened ground. No tale would the Lord tell, of where the young maiden had been taken. The man had won his fight, yet it was a pyrrhic victory. For the lord could speak nor think no more, secrets unnumbered died with him. Yet evil was put finally to rest, the young maiden had been sacrificed, also no more innocents would be taken by the Togorian lord. More families would be spared by the sacrifice of a single family-less girl. Though it was not the girl that chose the sacrifice, her thoughts still gave her hope of rescue, but none would come. Tobias had put both the hope, and evil to rest. Now, her grim fate lay ahead of her. She was dragged to the bridge, where the second in command had taken over. He opened a comm line, on wideband frequency. So all communication devices could receive it. "This is the slaver flagship, the Golden Ark. We have a hostage, that I am sure you deem valuable." He forced the blade to her fair back, with a slow and deliberate motion, he cut the mark of the togorian slavers into the fair skin. Her shrieks of pain would fill the hearts of those listening with sorrow and despair. "Do we understand each other?" Sandy whimpered in pain, then screamed again as the knife began a new task, his voice could still be heard above the screaming. "We are going to fly out of here. Got it?" He left the comm open, so they could hear her pain. It was succulent to his ears.

A dark smiled curled itself across the dark putrid lips of the Togorian Lord. ”œA slave thine hath deemed me?”

A bellow of laughter came from the dark swirling dust. "I A slave? Thou art the slave of thine masters, the jedi. I? I haveth no other lord than myself, I answer to none." The dust swirled ominously around the two combatants as they circled each other, both obscured from view. Only a faint shadow within the dust. Even the kind rays of the sun were blotted out from the world in their singular combat. There was only darkness and despair. That would choke the light from Vos's hungry soul. For the light could not sustain him. The blade Rihurdόd flashed from the heavens towards the man, then was quickly withdrawn back into the failing shadows. This duel was taking the valuable time needed to rescue the man's daughter. And Gurthank knew it. For a singular tone sounded through the hallways. A rush of heat and air came billowing from the great gate; blowing more dust into the air. There was not to be seen now, save the suffocating dust. And Rihurdόd slashing always at the hem of the man's cloak. This human would die, Gurthank had sworn it.

Nimble was he, this foul Jedi. Filled with an inner strength that was dangerous to contest. For with his first blow, GUrthank found his slash to go wide. To miss the fleeing jedi, for the man had not contested him even yet, only to doge away, cowardly and pitiful. Yet Gurthank was no fool, he did not stumble into the trap blinded. As glass became animated in the hideous form of darts, Gurthank slashed with the great blade. Rihurdόd cleared a way for him. And the glass shattered upon the hardened blade. Another laugh bellowed forth from his evil soul, ”œI hath hallowed this place with my wickedness, it is my sanctuary, from which thine daughter shall never return.”

”œAdenna, Sandy has been taken prisoner. I'm engaged-”œ The man's comm. died. It was a perfect time to strike. The man's doom was sealed, for the Lord of Shadows had spoken. Stand aside, tell me where she is The Togorian Lord, Gurthank lowered his head in respect, ”œThen you shall fall in battle, Jedi or no. You are craven, standing here while thine daughter is despoiled by slavers.”

Sandy could feel the throbbing of despair within her soul as she felt herself be carried farther and farther into the great Slaver Stronghold. Not to mention the vice-like grip that this Gamorrean was carrying her in. Uhalû, she believed his name was. She kept her body limp, and relaxed, as to not alert him that she had awoken. Yet below her limp and lifeless demeanor, her mind raced in a fury. She was in a fell mood, and her spirit burned with the inner flame of injustice. Her body appeared broken and bleeding, yet she had a secret ally. The Force. She let her thoughts began to focus upon the force, letting it swell through her, hitherto she had not experienced the force while in great physical pain. Now she was forced to it, as the force circulated through her body, she became aware how damaged she truly was. Shrapnel had entered along the entirety of her back and some had exited her chest and abdomen. She could sense that some organs were lacerated. She would not die of it of course. For now she focused on the healing arts that her master, Adenna had shown her. Adenna”¦her master, her one stable friend, the one constant authority in her life. She reached out in the force to try and find her but it was to no avail. The fates had brought them apart. And Sandy Senya: the fair, innocent child, did not look forward to her sordid fate. _____________________________________________________________ Gurthank held his axe Rihurdόd at the ready as he stood a few metres from the doorway. This Man, Tobias Vos, was approaching quickly. Gurthank's hand stroked the great axe's blade, scratched and pitted, with the blood of countless mortals staining the dark surface. The blade called for more blood, screamed for wrath, for it was a fateful blade, made in the ancient days. For Rihurdόd was a blade forged while the galaxy was still young. Resistant to anything that could harm it, Lightsabres to blaster bolts. Whoever wielded them would fall before the blades' lust for blood. The man spoke, his voice filled with the coming agony for the one that he had lost. The girl, soft and fair, a daughter perhaps? "The girl, is mine. Tell me where you took her." A great laugh bellowed from Gurthank's wicked mouth, and his words were drenched in distain. ”œYou hearken back to the old days, of bliss and cheerful laughter, the girl is gone, and shall never be seen again. Ye have been cursed, for she shall catch a fair price, and as she is unspoilt, the price will rise ever higher. She is valuable, so come, shall we dare to fight? A world in fire, chains, and fear shall ye find ere these gates are closed.”

Sandy spun upon the toe of her boot and batted another bolt from the air when she heard the cry of Vos. Who was this man to order her around so? Yet several weeks ago he had pledged himself true and fully to a dark lord. And now with several weeks of training he was to order a girl of fourteen about? She had waited overlong and had served the light faithfully from her earliest years. And now to be usurped after so little time in her master's eyes spoke truly for itself. Sandy looked long and hard at the man, dressed in casual clothes. She called him craven, far too frightened to strut about in the raiment of the Jedi. While her mind wandered in piteous envy, the Mechs and Assault Vehicles came upon their positions. The man, Vos' warning was heeded, yet Sandy understood too late. When her pirouette completed, there in all its authority stood a Canderous Assault Tank. Her piercing green eyes widened in horror as she scrambled to escape its wrath. Sandy dove towards a clouded window as the gunner fired. The shell exploded where her small boots had just vacated. Nonetheless, the gunner did not miss. An antipersonnel round was not meant to strike the target directly. Nay, they were more effective upon a miss. Shrapnel launched forth from the exploding round and found true its mark. The young girl felt the nip of cold steel fragments. The concussive blast augmented her jump and sent her flying, far past her intended speed, and her small frame shattered the window with bone crushing force. She landed in a heap amongst a group of heavily armed slavers. She trembled and attempted to push herself up from the ground. Blood leaked wet and sticky from her chest, where shrapnel had pierced and shredded. She coughed and then screamed in anguish as a Great Togorian Lord placed his boot upon her back and pressed. She, with what little strength remained, spun the sabre in her grasp. Yellow hued was the blade as it crashed against his mighty leg. A normal sabre would have cleanly separated the Lord from his leg, but she had no such thing. The training sabre burned the Lord, yet did no permanent injury. All that came was a laugh from the great lord, and a swift and vengeful kick to the young girl's temple. And the young padawan fell into the bliss of dreamless unconsciousness. The Togorian Slavers were a subdivision within the Slavers of Thalassia. Yet no less was their power, for even as the power of the others waned, their power, augmented by their fury, waxed to full. Their mighty lord, Gurthank the Terrible, let a smile pass across his evil face. He picked up the padawan by her hair and looked her over. Small, lithe, valuable. He tossed the limp body to his companion, Uhalû the Quick-to-Anger, a Gamorrean of evil mind and spirit. ”œHer wounds are not mortal, take her to the Golden Ark, we can yet escape this onslaught.”

The ground battle would be far more formidable than the relatively short burst of fighting within the realm of space combat. This fighting would claim the lives of many, friends, enemies, Mandalorians, police officers, children, and, with a gulp of fright, jedi. Sandy glanced down to the dark corrugated steel deck and watched her knees bounce with the terrible energy of anticipation and fright. She had to press through, even if she was contained and guarded over by Vos and a few begrudging agents, she had to prove herself. She glanced over to her seated master, then let her gaze wander across the others within the shuttle. Strong and able men, going to their deaths without a second thought. She had a strange protective urge for these men, and she knew she would do her best to ensure that everyone would make it out alive. But as the boarding ramp lowered, she realized that the chances of a casualty-less battle was an impossibility. Almost as soon as the ramp lowered, the true force of the slaver garrison was revealed. It was pure economics, if there was a threat to your material wealth, many would fight to the death than see their living be crushed by an illegal police activity. The slavers assembled quite the defense, even utilizing slaves with collars to fight with them. E-Webs and rockets opened up upon the shuttle craft with reckless abandon. In an instant they lost quite a few good men. As she set one black boot upon the soil of the cursed planet, she felt her heart give way in fear. The withering fire was inconsistent, and at times wildly inaccurate, but it still did the job. Sandy thumbed the activation switch upon her golden blade and fell into the force's embrace. Her fear lessoned significantly and gave her power to sprint along with the rest of her team, Vos and the rest. The explosions were deafening, and she had to scream to even be heard, ”œWhat is the plan of action? Do we attempt a flank? Go for their back door?”

Sandy sat silently aboard the great troop-transport gazing at her datapad, her knees shook ever so slightly, for her soul echoed the fright that prevailed within her mind. She had never been on a true mission before, and now here they were, off to kill slavers, far outnumbered and surrounded by untrustworthy allies. This was not her idea of a perfect first mission. But she wasn't complaining, she was glad to be out of the temple, and at least she would die somewhat free. A small smile flicked across her face, she was ready for whatever came, though a part of her envied the mando's armour. It would be nice to soak up a few blaster bolts, instead of having them drill through her thin pale skin. Though she doubted they made combat armour for 14 year olds. She let her sharp green eyes flicker closed and dropped into a troubled bit of meditation. It wasn't very long, but she was able to go through the moves she had learned with her sabre. Her yellow training sabre flashed within her mind's eye. Slash, parry, block, slash again, huge sweeping arc meant to take off the head of a slaver. She blinked and jumped out of her meditation, the thought of killing someone, even one so evil as to take the life of another and sell it into slavery, was slightly disturbing to her young mind. Her green eyes focused upon Onderin Starlisk, the great and renowned Jedi Master of old. He had, no doubt, killed more people than Sandy had ever seen before. He leaned forward and rested her chin upon her clenched fist, how could he carry himself so well with that many deaths upon his conscience? Was the age old saying that ”˜The first one was the hardest' true? She really didn't know, but she knew she would have to take a life here, and that it would haunt her for an eternity.

Sandy's bright green eyes glanced up from where her character was busy hunting TIE/D's with his A-Wing. Her fingers flew across the control surface as she locked on a volley of Concussion missiles upon the TIE leader. It seemed her master was discussing whether it was moral to kill slavers. Sandy sighed, they could debate it up all day but it didn't matter to her. I'd say kill ”˜em all, any person who is willing to sell another's life into slavery does not deserve his own. She of course did not actually say it, but thought it really hard, in case the swishy jedi master was listening in. Sandy blinked and scratched the line of freckles above her eyebrow. BAM the TIE lead ate it, and blossomed into a pixelated little explosion. She almost shrieked in joy, and then fell to a great low as her X-Wing was pummelled by a lancing turbolaser. She groaned and slumped back in her chair. She looked over at the green robed swishy guy. His voice kind of reminded her of one of the co-hosts of the recent holonet fashion show. Perhaps that would be where he ended up, discussing Jedi fashion, or maybe perhaps designing it himself. She wouldn't put him past it. He had quite the feminine lisp. He would maybe be more comfortable in loose gaudy clothing, doing speeches on etiquette.

Sandy grasped the water glass and took a small sip, observing the growing number of allies. There were a few scary fellows out there, no doubt they all had killed one or two people. Even her master had killed before, so needless to say, Sandy felt a little out of place. She sunk down in her chair, since none of the conversations included her at all, she withdrew her datapad and thumbed it to life. He green eyes came back up from her screen and looked to the Jedi Master with the matching green robes, he didn't seem to be paying attention at all, so she slid in the small disk to the side of the datapad. With an extremely loud jingle version of the Rebel Alliance anthem, Adventures of Wraith Squadron loaded. She pressed the datapad into her robes to stifle the annoy music and desperately tried to turn the blasted jingle off. Finally successful she slouched a bit more and began to play through the Bacta War Campaign. She had gotten quite a few hours in so far, and was quite enjoying it. Though with the sound muted, it was hard to truly immerse herself in the game. It wasn't like she was supposed to be listening to these war plans anyway.

Sandy kept silent as an obedient padawan should. She was slightly tired from her massive workout earlier, it was tiring work to access the force, not of course for the people she was sitting with. She sighed and rested her head upon her hand and let her eyes drift close, this Jedi master was interesting to be sure...just so very very boring. Though to her resting mind, she found it hilarious that they wore matching green robes. Sandy thought that was awesome, though she wore hers to match her eyes, no doubt he wore his for some extremely boring reason. She slowly tapped her fingers against her knee and concentrated on pulling her glass of water closer to her hand. It shook slightly and began to drag itself towards her. A smile blossomed upon her freckled face.