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fragmentsofthegalaxyIt had become habit to take the long way back to the small set of rooms she had in the undercity, to ensure that no one followed her and if they had, to either lose them or deal with them. They all lived scattered through the undercity, now, Ahsoka, Rex, Fives, Anakin... all except Padmé, who continued to live in her flat at the Senate Apartment Complex. In order to keep up appearances. It was the best place to hide in plain sight, on Coruscant, and they were living closely enough to reach each other quickly should the need arise, but distant enough to avoid drawing too much attention.
Siri stepped inside, and as the door hissed shut behind her, she sighed wearily. She felt OLD, and worn, and exhausted beyond belief. She hated this. Dooku was Emperor, ruling the galaxy with an iron fist, and they could do NOTHING. Sowing the seeds of rebellion took work, and they were doing everything that they could...
But it didn’t feel like enough.
It WASN’T enough.
Force, how had it come to this?
Un-strapping the blaster from her hip and leaving it on the table within easy reach she started for the ‘fresher, beginning to disrobe as she moved; peeling off the clothing more suitable for a smuggler than a Jedi, peeling away the layers of her alias until it was just... her.
She began disrobing, un-strapping the blaster from her hip and beginning to peel off the clothing more suitable for a smuggler than a Jedi, peeling away the layers of her alias until it was just... her. Leaving her blaster sitting on the table within easy reach, she started for the ‘fresher.
Siri stepped inside, and as the door hissed shut behind her, she sighed wearily. She felt OLD, and worn, and exhausted beyond belief. She hated this. Dooku was Emperor, ruling the galaxy with an iron fist, and they could do NOTHING. Sowing the seeds of rebellion took work, and they were doing everything that they could...
But it didn’t feel like enough.
It WASN’T enough.
Force, how had it come to this?
Un-strapping the blaster from her hip and leaving it on the table within easy reach she started for the ‘fresher, beginning to disrobe as she moved; peeling off the clothing more suitable for a smuggler than a Jedi, peeling away the layers of her alias until it was just... her.
She began disrobing, un-strapping the blaster from her hip and beginning to peel off the clothing more suitable for a smuggler than a Jedi, peeling away the layers of her alias until it was just... her. Leaving her blaster sitting on the table within easy reach, she started for the ‘fresher.