@psychometrys gets a starter cause I love him
π»πΈπΊπ΄ πΌπΈπ½π½πΎππ΅πΈπ½π π°ππΎππ½π³ π° ππ·π°ππΊ, the crew of the Mantis gave her a wide berth as they cruised through hyperspace. Not since their initial flight from Nur had they been held in such close quarters. Yet she had spent the majority of that flight in and out of consciousness - this time she was awake, painfully aware of the fact she was trapped within that tiny metal tube, and alone save for the droid.Β
It stood on the table, whirring gently as its head cocked from side to side. Speaking to it was beneath her, even as its scanners flared to life. Trilla stiffened as it traced a thin light up her body. When it reached her eyes, it filled her vision with a flash of red, not unlike the sudden glare of a lightsaber.Β
Instinctively her hand snapped forward, reaching through the force to seize the annoyance. Somehow, she managed to stop herself just short of flinging it into the wall. For a few moments it merely hovered, beeping frantically, before she slowly lowered it back to the table. Footsteps sounded in the galley behind her, no doubt the droid's faithful companion come to see what all the fuss was about.
"Tell your droid if it scans me again, I'm going to rewire it."
