Nubica Felidae
We are well and truly forked...
The Ossus Academy was old and boring. The Academy on Sullust was new. And just as boring.
At least to Nubica it was. Her recent injuries sustained in the efforts to secure Susefvi and Suarbi 7 were not fully healed. For sure the bacta had done its job. Even the cosmetic surgery on her face had been successful. She’d been told that the damage was too severe to replicate her former looks precisely. And for that reason, and with the bone damage, it was recommended that she accept the face that the doctors could fabricate for her. It was psychologically less stressful apparently. Part of the mind’s healing process they said.
For sure, waking up and staring into a mirror that reflected a stranger’s face was disconcerting for a while. But she’d overcome the initial shock. Deeper was the knowledge that it could have impacted her ability to fight. Not physically of course, but mentally.
For sure she’d been lucky. She still had all her own limbs and there was no reason for her to be any less effective. But until there was actual combat, she’d not be sure. The simulators said she was fine. But she knew the difference between the real thing and practice.
So she was grounded for another week. For final psychiatric tests — given she wasn’t yet eighteen. And the wisest minds of the Order had decided she should spend the time on Sullust.
It was apparently based on the ancient Je'daii temple of Vur Tepe. Not that she cared. She was at ease when active, not studying. So she sat in the underground Temple, a number of datacrons and flimsies strewn on the desk in front of her. None able to hold her attention for more than a few minutes and she sighed audibly. And then looked around. Perhaps there was someone here to talk to?
[member="Felicity Mason"]
