Sandra walks into Mon Calamari’s Consulate and looks around at the busy bureaucrats. Everyone coming and going to and fro, sitting and moving at desks, and typing their various reports as they assist citizens with various things such as visas, transfers, political refugees, and more.
With a datapad in hand, she makes her way to the Black Ops sector. On the way, a fellow watches Sandra come by and delivers a firm hand onto her rear, with a slight grasp. She squeaks and comes to stand straight at the harassment. He smiles up at her and she gives his chair a kick, launching him into the corner of his cubical, knocking some coffee on his lap. He gives a few ow ow ow’s and she resumes on.
When she gets to Bernie’s office, he’s not there. Perhaps he had an emergency or something and had to step out. Though there wasn’t much else to do at the moment other than sit and reflect for a moment on everything that’s happened. She reaches over and pours some of Bernie’s Whiskey bottle into a glass and takes a deep swig.
She thought of Sin’Claire who died as a hero. She could still hardly believe what Gogen had told her and it was rather insane to imagine all of that was a possibility. But she had seem some extreme things herself. It wasn’t for her to really doubt, as the force works in mysterious ways. Sandra thought of the various days and times they spent together and it did make her smile, despite the tears that were building in her eyes. Her admiration for Sin’Claire was absolute and it did make her rather happy to have had her as a student, friend, and for her to have given the galaxy a chance to survive. Sandra was proud of her darling student and takes out her lightsaber to look at from her thigh holster under her skirt.
Solomon… her former student also, was also gone in a way that was different than simply dying a hero or ending up dead in a backwater somewhere. Turns out he lived her rather clear stabbing. In a way, she was relieved, but in others, she was upset that she failed. Regardless, perhaps Ambrose had a point, that there was still a way to turn his tainted notion of protection into something that was light again. She doubted it, but the force works in mysterious ways. It likely tore his friends apart to imagine he was dead. That group of Sith apparently are considering a few things, but they weren’t important to her.
Another matter was her hearing the Jedi were distancing from her for now. Likely motivated by some treaty she had no idea about until days later. It was unfortunate, since she was enjoying her time being around a temple again. Though that’s just how it goes…
Some Republic nuttahs wanted to speak to her also, but that wasn’t of big worry to her also. There was a lot of ways that she could justify what she did and they could likely let her be with some showing publicly.
Elyd came to speak to her and offered a lot of insight to what happened also. It was a fair bit of stress to take it all in, but she knew that she needed to know. There was a lot happening on Viscara right now and she was here on Mon Cal… doing her duties and studying as normal. But perhaps it was for the best to avoid Viscara for now. May well not shake up the people there unless she had to.
Then there was her grief and missions to do.
Bernie was working with some officials to prepare a defense operation that she wasn’t sure of yet, and that was a whole matter when her head was in a tizzy. But at least she wasnt utterly wrecked and could function properly. Perhaps losing Darian and SinClaire made her realize that there really was nothing left to lose. There was no need to be absolutely depressed when everyone was more so a passing figure in her life.
Then Ambrose, who had collapsed mentally when she told him that she killed Solomon. It was almost two weeks later that she saw him again and he said that he was forgiving her. It was odd to hear. He didnt want her to fall into inhumane actions and it was a fair thing to seek. It was much more surprising to her that he still wanted to spend time with her regardless. It made her happy to think that at least someone gave her the benefit of the doubt right now, along with Elyd.
Sandra keeps her gaze on the lightsaber and runs a finger along the contour, pondering as she did and sighs, finally noticing the tears on her cheek. She wipes them off and then slides the saber back into its holster. It was then she decided that she didn’t really feel like studying today. Instead, she gets up and goes to meander to the water cooler where three guys and two gals were talking about work. Sandra takes a cup and drains some of the water into it, taking a sip and adjusting her blazer a slight. The group looks at her and whisper among themselves. One of the guys shakes his head rapidly and nervously before he’s shoved towards her. They bump a bit and she lets a little slight of breath as they collide.
“S-Sorry, miss. Um… I d-didn’t mean to bother you with their a-antics. Name is Morallis.”
"…It’s fine. Sandra Mana. "
“R-Right, uh… w-well. Can I ask you a question?”
“As you wish…” She notes passively before her emerald gaze turns to him.
He pauses in the gaze and swallows some air.
“W-W-Would you like to have dinner together tomorrow?”
“No, thank you…” Sips some water and peeks away before setting the cup to drop into the trash bin.
“O-Oh, alright… right. Yeah, busy lady and all. C-Cool.”
Sandra gives a wave back as she heads out, the group loving to see her walk off. Morallis swallows some air and looks to the group. They all shake their heads and offer other motivational notations.
Sandra returns home to her ship and sits on the couch. Staring into nothingness for a time before laying on her side, just taking her blazer and boots off. When she notices reality again… it’s been a night gone of sad thoughts…