Hera had expected her Imperial prison to be a bit roomier. The splitting headache and nausea, though, that she expected. The message on loop was different though, and the first hint that something here might not be what she thought.
Hard to tell with it being near pitch black, though. Hera managed to scoot herself to free her hands and try and get a bearing. The first thing she felt was the wall, with some sort of markings in them. The second was, very clearly, a body laying right next to her. She gave it a firm shake.
"Are you all right?"
002
Well, that was a whole lot of space out there. And a whole lack of ships to get Hera anywhere, specifically off this station. Staring out the viewport gave Hera nothing but a sense of hopelessness, so she turned away and sat in a nearby chair. Panic was beginning to rise in her. There was no way off, and no way to contact her team. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over them.
"You spend all your time with a couple of Jedi, you should know how to calm yourself down."
A few deep breaths, focus on relaxing her shoulders, and the feeling began to subside. When she reopened her eyes she finally noticed someone else in the room.
"Sorry, didn't see you there."
003.
If recon and subterfuge had taught her anything in life, it was that the bar was the place for answers. Lowered inhibitions and whispered promises can make information flow. Of course, Hera wasn't entirely certain what she was going to get here, but someone had to know something. If this was the first step to get that info then she was going to do it.
Plus, she had to admit, having something to drink certainly calmed her nerves of being on this stupid station. She spied someone walk in and flashed an inviting smile so natural for her species.
Hera Syndulla | Star Wars
Hera had expected her Imperial prison to be a bit roomier. The splitting headache and nausea, though, that she expected. The message on loop was different though, and the first hint that something here might not be what she thought.
Hard to tell with it being near pitch black, though. Hera managed to scoot herself to free her hands and try and get a bearing. The first thing she felt was the wall, with some sort of markings in them. The second was, very clearly, a body laying right next to her. She gave it a firm shake.
"Are you all right?"
002
Well, that was a whole lot of space out there. And a whole lack of ships to get Hera anywhere, specifically off this station. Staring out the viewport gave Hera nothing but a sense of hopelessness, so she turned away and sat in a nearby chair. Panic was beginning to rise in her. There was no way off, and no way to contact her team. She closed her eyes and ran her hands over them.
"You spend all your time with a couple of Jedi, you should know how to calm yourself down."
A few deep breaths, focus on relaxing her shoulders, and the feeling began to subside. When she reopened her eyes she finally noticed someone else in the room.
"Sorry, didn't see you there."
003.
If recon and subterfuge had taught her anything in life, it was that the bar was the place for answers. Lowered inhibitions and whispered promises can make information flow. Of course, Hera wasn't entirely certain what she was going to get here, but someone had to know something. If this was the first step to get that info then she was going to do it.
Plus, she had to admit, having something to drink certainly calmed her nerves of being on this stupid station. She spied someone walk in and flashed an inviting smile so natural for her species.
"Hey there, need a drink?"