[ not that kind of sith ]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

[ She felt stiff. The surface on which she lay on was too smooth, too even. She groans, stretching her eyes and gazing at her surroundings, her cat-like eyes sharp and wary. This was not the Midlands. With a graceful leap, she lands on her feet in a careful crouch, reading for her weapons –

. . . Her agiels. Gone. She straightens, a scowl marring her face. Without caring who heard her, she speaks, her voice cold and deadly. ]

I don’t know how you managed to touch my agiels, considering they pay you back in pain tenfold. But if you are foolish enough to take them, I assume you are foolish enough to test my patience.

I’ll warn you though. Do not test it for long or I’ll pay it back, inch by inch. Now. . .

[ She surveys the bridge. She knows she’s being watched, even though she can’t tell how. Honed battle instincts whisper to her that this is a strange situation and there’s little she can do about it . . . for now.

In the most deadpan of voices. ]

Why is everything metal and why was it necessary? Did someone murder every architect? Because I would for this . . . lazy work.

Comments

[outstandingbalance]

[Which says more than a little about Cara, though already little surprising. Natasha wouldn't claim to know the other woman's life or upbringing, but it's not hard to get the gist of what kind of woman it was aimed at producing.]

Good luck with that, then.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ What's appropriate here . . . oh yes. ]

Thank you. I shall manage.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha doesn't doubt that. She'll nod a little at that, a gesture of respect before she disconnects.]