Mart sits on his ship, looking to his bandaged left arm, the burns that Callista had worked on not quite healing properly due to the latent darkness held within them. With a sigh, he pulls out his datapad and tries to look for any updates regarding the full losses from the battle on Viscara, his expression falling as everything remains eerily quiet over the Republic channels he has access to, standing and walking over to the wall of his room and slamming his fist into it angrily
“Was it worth it, Jace…Qyilisc? Was your decision to out the Commander worth it? How many have died? How many -more- will die because of this??”
He snarls and slams his fist into the wall harder, his knuckles beginning to bleed from the heavy blow as he stands motionless for several seconds, trying to get a grip on his anger as it pours off him in spades, finally managing to wrench his mind off of ripping Jacen and Qyilisc in half before sighing and sitting back down
“Mon Cal is cut off from the major routes, Kashyyyk may be surrounded by the end of all of this…This is not looking good. If we don’t manage to hold Kashyyyk, we may well lose all out of the Mid and Outer Rims to the Sith. There has to be something that could be done…anything.”
His expression faulters for a moment before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to his datapad, attempting to find information regarding the situation on Kashyyyk and Mon Cal with renewed fervor, with a hint of desperation