Calming Theme (Chrono Cross - Another Guldove)
Sandra wakes up abruptly on a couch in her house and she looks around rapidly, blaster pointed out, but no one was there. She sighs in some relief and squeaks as her body rebels against the strain pressed upon it. Her legs were extremely sore from having to Force Jump down flights of stairs. Thankfully being dexterous was one of her specialities and it was surely likely to be worst for those who were not so much Jedi trained and had to run and jump down those flights. Her head was also in some aches as she pushed her Force Cloak in such a deadly situation.
Her hands massaged her thighs and legs for a few minutes before she sat up properly. With a slight adjusting of her shorts, she heaves herself up and groans softly. It is not long before her mind replays the scene of her running through the streets of the dead city. Those poor bug people all laying dead where there was once a booming of life and wondrous buildings of art. It took her a moment to notice a tear had run down her cheek, but to think on such things immediately would be unwell.
When you’ve spent enough time as an operative, recovering from a brush with death isn’t about an appointment with a psychiatrist or a week in Mon Cal. It’s about having a purpose, whether it’s something to fight or someone to hunt.
It is not long of thinking before she pushes herself to recall that they are fighting to prevent moments like the one they experienced yesterday. To be a blade of light into the darkness before them. She needed to take advantage of the force tutor or find a way to explore more with the Force. She would go to ask Artemis for more advanced lessons from the Archive.
Sandra makes her way to the drawer in her room and changes into a new shirt and goes to comb her hair in front of the mirror. It is not long before she wanders to the living room to see a passed out Mart sleeping against the wall. She had forgotten she was granting him a slight of insight before she went to sleep. She sets a blanket on him before sitting at the table to look on her datapad for any news regarding the devastation then just reads more about anything she can find on the news for Veles. She then recalls the people of the mission and looks down, thinking about their dissatisfaction or bare acceptance of the situation. It would be well for them all to get to properly know each other, but she knows most her tasks would be as she has preformed unless she was made a leader. Sneaking around was what she did best…
Finally, she puts on her boots and walks outside to meet the soft rain for the day. She closes her eyes and looks up as the rain washes on her face. The rain slowly turns into falling rubble, raining lasers and the sounds of screams. She lets it all in…the good and bad, because she’ll need it all. She wound need her love for the universe and her restrained rage and anger…
Covert intelligence, at the most basic level, is a type of weapon. Like any weapon, it can be used for good or evil, to make war or peace, to serve justice or power. It comes down to one thing, what you decide to do with it…