The only thing Rochester can hit is the broad side of a barn. Unless he’s throwing a knife, in which case he’s pretty accurate, or he has the gun pressed against the target. His hands are very shaky almost all the time, so practical “gonna get in a fight” armour has aim assist. He also likes collecting model ships (and making ship kits) but because you can’t buy shit on Imperial Intelligence budget post-Ziost, he trawls holonet forums and reads magazine, accidentally learning a lot about ships in the process. His favourites are small hauler vessels. He also writes poetry to process his feelings about life.
Broan doesn’t think much about the future. He finds it difficult to agree to events happening next week. A creeping sense of ennui and helplessness grips him, and being treated like an object, passed as prisoner to annoyance, is taking its toll. It makes him at once irritable and laissez faire. Agreeable but flaky. He tends to his dreamy cottage garden mechanically, and his paintings are moody, if lacklustre. Though he continues his studies into the nature of the Force, this also lacks his previous care and attention.
Benedicta, meanwhile, is overwhelmed with attempting to manage even her small farming planet, but is far too self-conscious to avoid the work (even that she could reasonably delegate), however this coupled with her position as Sith in Charge means she doesn’t wish to ask for help. Her political, moral, and verbal sparring with Lorella Quintin (part of the local political class, pre-Empire colonisation) is the only way she knows how to get new ideas and perspectives, because everything has to be A God Damn Ordeal In Area Family. It’s often this thesis/antithesis/synthesis (tho less Proper Academia and more Plato Wants to Thrown Down) that leads her to doing the right thing, or the correct thing, rather than necessarily the Imperial thing.
