#esyva

She shut off the datapad and immediately her hands started to shake.  There was a certain silence that permeated the flat and it made Tiona altogether uneasy.  She extricated herself from the very large, very comfortable sectional sofa and began to pace from one side of the living room to the other.

The General was back in action. Or perhaps he'd never stopped. He’d been allowed to improve on that fucking Castel serum and couple it to genetic engineering and create a fucking small army that was at his whim.  And they probably had the fucking Force.  And they were probably primed to root out the General’s idea of … problems within his experiments.  But she couldn’t touch them, said Darth Arachis’s star pupil.  They were a threat and yet she had been prohibited from seizing the upper hand while they still had it.

And that made Tiona burn.  It was a frustration, a rage, and she wanted nothing more than to destroy the clones, destroy everything the General had done.  Innocent or not, they would forever be dangerous.  And what if Tiona herself was on their shit list?  There was a need in the back of her brain that made her want nothing more than to destroy everything around her.  Part of the reason she’d sent that last message to Ire before shutting her pad off.  Something to do.  Something to kill.  It’d serve the purpose of making her not think too hard.

She hated all of this.  It was temporary, all in her mind, she told herself; she’d gone so long thinking that the Project was well and thoroughly gone, and to have it thrown all back in her face was jarring.  Meeting Esyva was hard enough, and now there were more?  The Chiss made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat and stopped pacing, flopping back down on the sectional, nearly jumping into the air when the door slid open.

“You alright?”  Auriva looked flushed, like she'd run home, and immediately sat on the couch and gathered the Chiss woman into her arms.

The socks have been coming since day one, but all of a sudden there's -more- of them.  And there are a few things made of normal textiles: sleeping shirts, sparring gear.  Every so often a parcel will show, and it'll get bigger as time goes on.As the festivities escalate, a large box is delivered to Esyva.  Within it is a portable training dummy holodroid (a cheerful note is attached regarding the importance of aim), an assortment of lightsaber crystals, both cut and raw, along with a very nice pair of leatheris boots.  When and if Esyva tries the boots on, she'll find some interestingly relevant data concerning her father.

"Sukhera."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Are you and Sehavi busy?"

"Not quite, why?"