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Yavin had fallen.
The news was still fresh in Vahliri’s mind, and it has taken the half-Annfyn a while to fully comprehend the gravity of it all. The Sith invasion had largely gone off without a hitch - successful in catching their enemy off guard and sending the Jedi running from their own homeworld. All the same, none of that meant that Vahliri was in a particularly good mood.
She had survived, but that didn’t mean her duel with Tazlen was without losses. The Jedi Knight had been successful in removing her cybernetic arm, and managed to take the Crystal Vambrace - her vambrace - with him. Celeste had performed mediocrely. And much to her annoyance, she was forced to let her opponent flee the battle. Worse of all, though, was Tazlen’s face stuck in her mind.
She had seen his reaction to Yavin’s fall up-close-and-personal. He’d seen the hurt and sadness that etched into his expression as he was forced to flee, and for reasons Vahliri couldn’t explain, it bothered her. It bothered she far more than it should have - and the half-Annfyn made a deliberate attempt to push it down into the recesses of her mind.
At the present moment, Vahliri was sitting up in her bed - head tilted up towards the sterile white ceiling of the Medbay. Her equipment - armor and Lightsabers both - were neatly folded on a nearby table, leaving the half-Annfyn in a tank top and pair of pants. A bandage was crossed horizontally across the bridge of her nose where Tazlen’s blow had collided, while a medical droid poked and prodded at the metallic stump of her left arm. It had clearly been removed by the blade of a Lightsaber, and it meant that the remaining metal would likely need to be removed - in order to install a new cybernetic all together. Which, of course, meant that Vahliri was scheduled to be in the medbay for hours to come. All the while, the half-Annfyn's mind was drawn to the bits and pieces of information that poured in from Imperial reports. While she knew that Varyn had been present for the Invasion, it was only now that the half-Annfyn had begun to understand the extent of his injuries on the field.
The knowledge that he was in critical condition caused a pit to form in her stomach, the thought never quite seeming to fade from the forefront - questions of how he was doing, or if he'd pull through at all.
Before long, Vahliri couldn't tolerate the uncertainty for a moment long. She dismissed the medical droid from the side of her bed, promptly pushing herself to her feet. The half-Annfyn was still injured and without her left arm, but that didn't stop her from strolling right out of her own medical ward - making her way towards whatever section of the medbay that Varyn was still staying.
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