Re: Mandolorian Rebellion (For Atinvod)
(Wow, you're quick.)
It was dark even with her night vision. And that seemed to match her mood. She was tired, and irratable. And, thus, more likely to fail her team. She had to moniter the Red vs, No-name sitch, take part in training to young bloods, keep her own emtions in check, and somehow manage to get off this rock, in hopefully, one piece as well as her team.
This was her third lap around the permeter and in as many hours. She closed her eyes and surpressed a yawn, "Kal, your watch," she muttered into the commlink. She popped the visor of her helmet and lightly squeezed the bridge of her nose, she was tired.
Kal bounded out of the ship and toward her direction, "Hangover?" he asked. "Yeah, from the fresh air," she replied. He chuckled, "Off to sleep and food for you, then, Dev. Sleep it off." She snorted and shook her head. She never slept, her history wouldn't allow it. But why worry the kid?
Keeping Kal spirts up she said, "As long as you promise to read me a bedtime story, Uncle Kal..." "Get off to bed," he said in false anger, slightly shoving her forward.
She walked in silence for the ship. She'd wait until morning to get her locket back. En'de could at least keep track of it till then. Throwing her back to the floor, she collasped onto the bed with bothering to take of her arnour but her helmet, and fell into a fitfull sleep.