Ziva couldn’t put her finger on it but something about the way Valdek spoke rubbed her the wrong way. She had to remind herself to not get angry, which she successfully managed to do. “Well, I see why he picked you to be his target to convert”, she commented on Valdek’s first statement. He was...
Ziva had noticed it when Val was about to approach the door, so immediately after, she willed the door to open to let him in. He had woken up faster than she expected, and she hadn't had time to "recharge" a bit more. So, this would have to do. It should do. Still sitting in her chair, she...
Ziva grinned. Harlow had actually managed it. She found an opening and managed to get Valdek to the entrance of their base. Then she turned around to see if Harlow needed some help, but Ziva quickly saw that Harlow was about to win the battle. The girl showed promise. That was good. Thinkng the...
Ziva was running full speed towards Val. She felt that he was in danger. If he had just kept his lightsaber earlier, then they wouldn‘t be in the current situation. She could feel him close by, but also the sith was nearby. But that just motivated her even more to run even faster. And she...
"Yeah, I could tell it's your first time holding a proper lightsaber. Didn't the temple teach you anything?", she was going crazy at this rate. The quality of the temple really got that much worse. They weren't even teaching padawans properly yet... she stopped herself before she got distracted...
Ziva was in her quarters meditating. She desperately needed to be in balance again. All the frustration from the Jedi were not beneficial to that and if she wasn’t careful, she could kill people, which greatly goes against the Jedi code and her own morals.
“There is no emotion, there’s peace“...
“Wait, what’s that about an attack on a village?”, she now went into full ‘Jedi mode’ as the others liked to call it. Basically she went into full investigation mode, where emotion didn’t matter. Just like the Jedi had taught her.
Then she remembered that she was a medic, not someone high...
“I’m not cranky”, she snapped, but paused at her realization. “Sorry”, she mumbled a bit later. “It’s not you, specifically. I just”, she wasn’t sure if she should go there, but so far neither of them had made fun of her. “Don’t really trust Jedi. Or padawans for that matter”, she said. “But I’d...
“Oh no, I don’t fight. Or beat people up”, she explained. “And I never said anything of attacking. I asked how you could defend yourself”, she went on. They were lucky she hadn’t managed to get away yet, but she started to try the trick from earlier again and slowly started walking towards their...
She glanced at the Jedi’s Padawan who had left and was now coming back. She narrowed her eyes a bit, but didn’t comment on it. She could always ask her team if they heard/saw something. But it was a clever change of subject. “Wait, you don’t have a lightsaber yet? And you’re a padawan?”, she...
She raised an eyebrow as they walked over to her. Just her luck. She glanced over to her crew mates as he sat down across from her. They weren’t sure if they were in awe or still scared of her. She sighed and directed her attention back to the Jedi.
“Lightsaber wounds? Not really, and I detect...
She stopped in her tracks to look at the girl. “So you just walked all the way down here to tell me, that you need to rest?”, she asked, confusion making way for disbelief. “You’re wasting my time”, and right as she wanted to leave the girl continued to speak, so she stayed. For now.
She...
Ziva just finished setting up her office, the one she got from the republic to work on her more controversial patients, that needed more privacy than the others. The boards she had fight to get this were unbelievable, but she did it. She had an officially closed office. It was rather small, but...
Today was the day the Jedi and his Padawan are supposed to arrive, and naturally, practically everyone in the entire base was excited. That also meant, that the preparation phase of building the base and setting up all the facilities was over and that they were about to go to war. That, and to...
Zola made her way to the Valor's cantina. She needed to get some food for herself and Onyx, her best friend and companion. She walked inside and walked over to some guests in a heated argument at the bar. Those were perfect. She stood around for a bit trying to figure out where they had...
For a moment, everything had been quiet. Until she heard the door creaking open and the sound of claws dragging off the door. She held her hand over her mouth to muffle any sound that should escape, though she doubted that even if she wanted to, that sound would come out. Ren heard the slight...
Running towards a scream. That part stuck in her head for some reason. Even though it's not even something special here in Lowtown, she somehow felt that something else was going on. She turned around and cleaned up everything she had used before.
Suddenly the lights started to flicker and...
(Trigger warning: a lot of mentioning of blood.... and whatever belongs to that type of medical procedure, including almost surgery, as well as mentioning of shots and needles. It‘s described a little though, but not too detailed)
Ren had been doing a routine check-up on her patients who were...
Ren stood inside the pharmacy in Midtown. She felt a bit bad about what she was about to do and knew she could afford everything, but once the cashier saw her name, it would give away her location. Something she didn't want to. She had been hiding successfully so far and wasn't going to waste it...
Octavia slowly opened her eyes, hoping to see solid ground this time. Somehow she had managed to get the dragon to fly after the others, but the rest of the ride had been a disaster - starting with the fact that that had been the scariest moment of her life. She did find it a bit ironic though...