Sic transit gloria mundi
[member="Coryth Elaris"]
Siobhan sighed as she stood outside Coryth's apartment, waiting with as much patience she could muster after ringing the doorbell. Yes, she was actually knocking like a civilised person and not breaking the door down. In all likelihood simply barging in would piss the fiery redhead off and Siobhan how suicidal getting on the bad side of that particular tribe was. After all, she was married to one!
Siobhan...had not been sleeping that well lately. The dark circles under her eyes were indicative of that. On paper at least she should be fine. Well, as a matter of fact she should be absolutely happy with her life. She had a wife and daughter, both of whom she loved dearly, a very successful company that had finally joined the corporate elite. Business was good, she had plenty of friends and a harem, a life in luxury. All she could have ever dreamed of and more. Yet...as of late she was troubled. If one were to look at it from the perspective of galactic power politics, this might be understandable. The One Sith continued to go from strength to strength and even at this hour the battle of Manaan was being waged.
To the west of Protectorate space there was Fringe, a Sith empire in its own right and in bed with the One Sith. She strongly doubted the 'cold peace' would hold. A suspicious person by nature, she doubted that the Protectorate would remain unmenaced for long - and Kaeshana was right at the border. That was the rational perspective. The irrational lay in the dreams she had received as of late. Visions of coming woe and doom. Truth be told, Siobhan receiving confusing and at times disturbing dreams was nothing new and she would not claim that she was a prophet. A part of her feared that what she was seeing might be the horrible future of Akala that Tegaea had endured, though she tried to keep this buried.
So here she was, waiting for her beloved friend to let her in. There was a certain element of irony involved, because many years ago it was Coryth who had been waiting in front of her office. Back when the short stack of fire was a Jedi Knight employed by the 'Pyre as a medic and Siobhan had been the Colonel in command of the unit. Simpler times in a way, though they had been a good deal less close then, though the redhead had quickly won her respect. Back then Siobhan had given the young woman pointers on telekinesis and combat. Now Siobhan was seeking her out for help on the mentalism front, something she knew Coryth excelled at.
By her girly fashionista standards, Siobhan was terribly underdressed and had kept her clothing rather simple for the occasion. Nothing more than just a simple blood red tank top beneath a leather jacket, a pair of jeans, with a hint of makeup. Sure, the jeans hugged her bountiful hips and made her tight butt look good, but it was a good deal less ostentatious than her usual attire as a noblewoman. But then she was not here for parties. It was time to wake up from the dream and face real life. She had spent enough time partying her way through life without a care in the world. Her responsibilities to Tegaea, Galina and the rest of her extended family demanded it.
Siobhan sighed as she stood outside Coryth's apartment, waiting with as much patience she could muster after ringing the doorbell. Yes, she was actually knocking like a civilised person and not breaking the door down. In all likelihood simply barging in would piss the fiery redhead off and Siobhan how suicidal getting on the bad side of that particular tribe was. After all, she was married to one!
Siobhan...had not been sleeping that well lately. The dark circles under her eyes were indicative of that. On paper at least she should be fine. Well, as a matter of fact she should be absolutely happy with her life. She had a wife and daughter, both of whom she loved dearly, a very successful company that had finally joined the corporate elite. Business was good, she had plenty of friends and a harem, a life in luxury. All she could have ever dreamed of and more. Yet...as of late she was troubled. If one were to look at it from the perspective of galactic power politics, this might be understandable. The One Sith continued to go from strength to strength and even at this hour the battle of Manaan was being waged.
To the west of Protectorate space there was Fringe, a Sith empire in its own right and in bed with the One Sith. She strongly doubted the 'cold peace' would hold. A suspicious person by nature, she doubted that the Protectorate would remain unmenaced for long - and Kaeshana was right at the border. That was the rational perspective. The irrational lay in the dreams she had received as of late. Visions of coming woe and doom. Truth be told, Siobhan receiving confusing and at times disturbing dreams was nothing new and she would not claim that she was a prophet. A part of her feared that what she was seeing might be the horrible future of Akala that Tegaea had endured, though she tried to keep this buried.
So here she was, waiting for her beloved friend to let her in. There was a certain element of irony involved, because many years ago it was Coryth who had been waiting in front of her office. Back when the short stack of fire was a Jedi Knight employed by the 'Pyre as a medic and Siobhan had been the Colonel in command of the unit. Simpler times in a way, though they had been a good deal less close then, though the redhead had quickly won her respect. Back then Siobhan had given the young woman pointers on telekinesis and combat. Now Siobhan was seeking her out for help on the mentalism front, something she knew Coryth excelled at.
By her girly fashionista standards, Siobhan was terribly underdressed and had kept her clothing rather simple for the occasion. Nothing more than just a simple blood red tank top beneath a leather jacket, a pair of jeans, with a hint of makeup. Sure, the jeans hugged her bountiful hips and made her tight butt look good, but it was a good deal less ostentatious than her usual attire as a noblewoman. But then she was not here for parties. It was time to wake up from the dream and face real life. She had spent enough time partying her way through life without a care in the world. Her responsibilities to Tegaea, Galina and the rest of her extended family demanded it.
