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She sighed. There always had to be complications. Someone coming along to interfere with even the simplest operations. Ebiara had dealt with problems like this before. Yet, she realized that many problems and inconveniences are simply more of a chance to better oneself. To impress, to gain prestige. To gain power. Opportunity is often missed by people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. Ebiara knew this, and it comforted her to know it.
First, the Zabrak saw someone. A Force Sensitive, he thought. Ebiara suddenly found herself admiring his keen eye. Perhaps he had a place in the Sith yet. Then, the other Sith saw something by the pack of acklay. Ebiara kept one hand on her saber and looked to the horizon. The dust-cloud seemed just that much closer now. "Whatever happens, we must finish it soon. We cannot stop the storm headed our way, regardless of how the battle transpires," she said.
@Jabonicus
First, the Zabrak saw someone. A Force Sensitive, he thought. Ebiara suddenly found herself admiring his keen eye. Perhaps he had a place in the Sith yet. Then, the other Sith saw something by the pack of acklay. Ebiara kept one hand on her saber and looked to the horizon. The dust-cloud seemed just that much closer now. "Whatever happens, we must finish it soon. We cannot stop the storm headed our way, regardless of how the battle transpires," she said.
@Jabonicus
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