Relic of the New Republic
It was dark outside, but it seemed evej darker in Abigail's workplace. She'd dimmed the lights at the start of the evening to keep her eyes from growing tired, but the trick seemed to have lost its touch by now.
Abigail hazily looked up from her work, trying to focus on the nearest clock hanging on the wall. It took her eyes a good few seconds to focus before they were able to give her the news. She'd been working the entire night. Again. A distant sound, reminiscent of a voice, cursed her for staying up this late again. She'd promised to stop working late as it made her lose focus, and losing focus could be dangerous. Lethal even.
She looked down at the scrolls laying in front of her and let out a deep sigh. Even though she'd managed to decipher most of it, there were still bits that meant completely nothing to them.
She glanced to the left, where her suit was standing in a powering station. It had been a good start, but it still lacked so much, and had so many kinks and problems. Besides, the energy needed seemed to be a bit higher than she had originally anticipated. And that was really was she was here, working in the dark at night. A small compact device capable of storing lots of energy, perfect for her armour and the upgrades she'd planned for it.
"Just need to finish my research, that's all", she mumbled to the air. She'd have looked mad to anyone who heared her speak, but here she was alone.
She suddenly scoffed, throwing her hands in the air.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
But it did. Abigail had no real reason to be doing this work at night. Sure she was often busy during the day, but on the occasions she wasn't 'doing business' on some other planet she could easily work on this.
Truth was, she'd been having trouble sleeping for a while now. As her mind returned to ponder about her situation, her hands continued to work.
Abigail'd been through a rough few years. First, the end of the Galactic Alliance, which had swiftly caused her entire purpose in life to be thrown out the window. She let out a small chuckle as she remembered how helpless she felt back then. Although, in a way, the feeling wasn't much different from the one she had these days.
Her thoughts then travelled further along time, to her mother. Or the woman who she called 'mother', at least. At first, Abigail had been a bit reluctant about their relationship, but then quickly became more delighted over time. Unfortunately, that happiness had come to fade over time. Whether it either one's behaviour was to blame, or just their lack of time spent together, who knew. All Abigail knew was that she felt redundant, unnecessary. Alex had been more than busy with the New Republic and chasing her new lovers Yasha and Noah. And then the kids. New, wonderful babies and children. Abigail felt glad, she was happy for Alex. But deep down she also felt out of place. No father to speak of and she was technically not even Alex's real daughter.
Their relation had weakened over time, at least it felt that way to Abigail. She'd been spending more time alone and away from the rest, always feeling uncomfortable and like an annoyance when she was around the rest.
A sudden blue flash before her eyes forced her attention back to reality, back to the present. Abigail hadn't screamed. Instead she was just looking at her hand dumbfounded. Or more accurately, she was staring at the burn mark on her left hand. Even though she seemed to be feeling nothing yet, the first thing she noticed was the smell of burned flesh. Her flesh.
After a while her attention returned to the device in front of her. It seemed... relatively unharmed, still glowing blue, and it hadn't completely exploded. Yet.
Then the pain finally registered, much later than it should have. Abigail let out a pained scream as she let herself sink to the ground, leaning against her workbench.
Maybe [member="Beth Cadera"] had been right, maybe this was too dangerous and not worth the risk.
But... what did it matter anyway.
She just needed to focus. Focus.
Abigail hazily looked up from her work, trying to focus on the nearest clock hanging on the wall. It took her eyes a good few seconds to focus before they were able to give her the news. She'd been working the entire night. Again. A distant sound, reminiscent of a voice, cursed her for staying up this late again. She'd promised to stop working late as it made her lose focus, and losing focus could be dangerous. Lethal even.
She looked down at the scrolls laying in front of her and let out a deep sigh. Even though she'd managed to decipher most of it, there were still bits that meant completely nothing to them.
She glanced to the left, where her suit was standing in a powering station. It had been a good start, but it still lacked so much, and had so many kinks and problems. Besides, the energy needed seemed to be a bit higher than she had originally anticipated. And that was really was she was here, working in the dark at night. A small compact device capable of storing lots of energy, perfect for her armour and the upgrades she'd planned for it.
"Just need to finish my research, that's all", she mumbled to the air. She'd have looked mad to anyone who heared her speak, but here she was alone.
She suddenly scoffed, throwing her hands in the air.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
But it did. Abigail had no real reason to be doing this work at night. Sure she was often busy during the day, but on the occasions she wasn't 'doing business' on some other planet she could easily work on this.
Truth was, she'd been having trouble sleeping for a while now. As her mind returned to ponder about her situation, her hands continued to work.
Abigail'd been through a rough few years. First, the end of the Galactic Alliance, which had swiftly caused her entire purpose in life to be thrown out the window. She let out a small chuckle as she remembered how helpless she felt back then. Although, in a way, the feeling wasn't much different from the one she had these days.
Her thoughts then travelled further along time, to her mother. Or the woman who she called 'mother', at least. At first, Abigail had been a bit reluctant about their relationship, but then quickly became more delighted over time. Unfortunately, that happiness had come to fade over time. Whether it either one's behaviour was to blame, or just their lack of time spent together, who knew. All Abigail knew was that she felt redundant, unnecessary. Alex had been more than busy with the New Republic and chasing her new lovers Yasha and Noah. And then the kids. New, wonderful babies and children. Abigail felt glad, she was happy for Alex. But deep down she also felt out of place. No father to speak of and she was technically not even Alex's real daughter.
Their relation had weakened over time, at least it felt that way to Abigail. She'd been spending more time alone and away from the rest, always feeling uncomfortable and like an annoyance when she was around the rest.
A sudden blue flash before her eyes forced her attention back to reality, back to the present. Abigail hadn't screamed. Instead she was just looking at her hand dumbfounded. Or more accurately, she was staring at the burn mark on her left hand. Even though she seemed to be feeling nothing yet, the first thing she noticed was the smell of burned flesh. Her flesh.
After a while her attention returned to the device in front of her. It seemed... relatively unharmed, still glowing blue, and it hadn't completely exploded. Yet.
Then the pain finally registered, much later than it should have. Abigail let out a pained scream as she let herself sink to the ground, leaning against her workbench.
Maybe [member="Beth Cadera"] had been right, maybe this was too dangerous and not worth the risk.
But... what did it matter anyway.
She just needed to focus. Focus.
