Anja watched as the Kaleesh walked away, she had no interest in following the Jedi. She instead exhaled, releasing a cold, steady sigh before turning around and walking back in the opposite direction. She approached a small shuttle that was guarded by a few Gulandi, the corrupted Sephi warriors of Gulamendis who aided her crusades with zeal. "Prepare the ship for launch, it won't take too long before the Imperials find out I'm here.", she said looking up at the stars. Although the Imperial Remnant had little idea who she was, they would surely recognize the design of their ships after the Skirmish.
The Host Lord looked back and into the direction he went, it was hours ago already and in the dead of night; despite hills and distance between them she could still feel his presence -- even amongst the many others. The War Chief of Kalee is one of her warlords, although now exiled from the world his people still remain loyal to the promise of their liberation. This one, however, seemed different. Foreign. That was odd given he was Kaleesh like the people who lived there but then again she remembered that Jedi tend to leave their worlds and live in temples. The idea was rather strange to her, almost ironic to think about seeing as The Primeval were religious yet they did not have temples. After her deep thought, Anja turned back around and to her officer, she could hear his approaching footsteps. "Your Worship, we're ready to launch.", she said quietly as if not to disturb her too much. Anja nodded, she was quite pleased with the day despite suffering the burn on her leg. She only noticed it when she looked down and suddenly the sharp pain returned. It was number but it still burned terribly. Her face cringed visibly, even with the force at her side as she limped on board. The loss of adrenaline plus the awareness of her wound must've caused the reaction.
The officers didn't want to seem concerned. She didn't ask for their help, so they remained awkwardly idle as obvious thoughts darted around their minds. Her eyes darted as insecurity came over her; a wave of terrible emotions as she lashed out verbally, "Stop looking at me and make yourselves useful!", she shouted, slamming her hand across a table and making some inanimate objects launch across the room, bruising her hand in the process. She slammed the now balled fist hard on her other leg in the fit of rage before reaching out with the force -- darker and more twisted than before. Her hands clenched and retracted, muscles contracting and going loose in cycles before she reached out in an intricate pattern of finger movements. The ones around her began to scream and moan in horror as their very fears were summoned before them, she wanted to teach them a lesson out of impulse and after a few seconds she released. At least one of them was unconscious all the while the others remained on the floor, curled up and weeping as vivid imaginations of their deepest horrors sank deeply into the backs of their minds. Brushing away a few loose strands of hair, Anja walked back into her private quarters as the ship ascended into space and jumped to light speed.
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