#multimusetransect

Honestly Trilla thought she was dead, and technically she had been only a short time away from death before she had been placed inside of an Imperial stasis pod, bacta healing her somewhat before the fortress flooded from Cal's attack. Once the rebuilding of the fortress occurred they didn't get to where her stasis pod was, and she was forgotten, just presumed dead like all the other Inquisitors., that was until power kicked on again sometime later, which eventually reached her pod and woke her up.

A gasp was all that she could make before she pushed the door to her pod open and stepped out to examine her surroundings. Deserted but still very much Imperial. Trilla looked over herself to see the charred edges perfectly matching the diameter of Vader's lightsaber. Next to her pod was her saber and an identical uniform to the one she wore, just dust covered and without the battle damage along with a note from the Grand Inquisitor. Upon reading the note and changing outfits she placed her helmet over her head and attached saber to her belt. Trilla had mixed feelings about where she stood, she had forgiven her master but still felt the betrayal and the pull of the Darkside, but she also wanted to go back into the Light, do good, but first she had to find out why everything seemed deserted.

Her boots echoed down the halls and the more she explored the more things seemed different more lived in now like someone other then the Empire was staying what was left. "What have I missed, the Empire wouldn't just leave the Fortress?" She inquired to herself before she heard a noise, like someone moving about, someone who obviously shouldn't be in an Imperial fortress. Making her way to the noise she eventually came upon them, and worse yet it looked like they were making a mockery of the Inquisitorious, they had different parts of Inquisitor armor on and worse yet had one of Trilla's spare helmets on her head.

Emily set up everything in her little room that she used for her counseling sessions. It wasn't much but it got the job done. Today she had agreed to help Charlie out by seeing Pix while she was busy and of course Emily didn't have a problem with it. Soon the fallen angel heard a knock at the door.

"Pix you can come in!"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Spinoff games...?"

Whoops, there went the fake-posh accent. Oh well: Vanellope, waving her hands for the other to slow down, was far more curious about what was being said here. As far as she was concerned, there was only Sugar Rush and... well, that was it. Wasn't like they were a franchise, least as far as she knew.

Or was this another thing that she'd missed the memo on while she'd been branded a glitch, and that no-one had thought to fill her in on? The game had been around for like a decade by now at least, after all.

"Lemme see those..."

Leaning dangerously far over the edge of her branch, she stretched to try and grab the phone and take a closer look, found it still beyond her limited reach. Frowning, Vanellope glitched down to the ground besides her visitor, doing her best to snatch the phone out of her hands in passing.

(She'd give it back, of course. She just wanted to flick through it at her own pace.)

Of course, the glitching alone might clue the other into the fact that something wasn't quite as she was expecting. After all, it wasn't exactly like she was your typical version of the character: there wasn't a Vanellope in all the other Sugar Rush cabinets of the world who was quite like her, Vanellope was certain. No other game's version of her would have the experiences she did, or her glitchy superpower...

Natasha did her best to keep her face straight as she heard the loud music pouring out of the speakers, "Its not so bad, I guess." Natasha said, though this really wasnt her style, but she was use to adjusting her style to whatever her cover needed. She definitely wouldnt be listening to this in her personal time.