DATE & TIME: 01/05, 0100H LOCATION: Yavin IV, rebel base, lowest level FOR: @feinkomo
The air normally is quiet. She’s been here long enough to see that compared to the rest of the base, the lowest level is rarely used. Not fallen into disrepair, but simply never finished, the counterpoint to the remnants of the temple aboveground. If there is a tragic nobility to the ruins above, she thinks today might be the day that permeates not only outward but downwards as well. The stink of failure hangs heavy in the air, in the mess hall, the hangars, and wherever she’s roamed, to the point where she almost deliberated going back to her cell on her own to escape it. Almost.
So when she wakes from her slumber by the minute change in the airflow surrounding her, it’s really no surprise she has company. In fact, it’s more a surprise she hasn’t felt the presence coming down; a familiar cloud of varying degrees of misery and confusion.
“So, you’re still looking alive. What price did you pay for that?”