Despite the fact that several hours had passed, Vahliri was still reeling from her conversation with Emryc. She’d been manipulated by the President and would be transferred into Jedi custody without much more delay, but it was her final moments with the man that had continued to linger on her mind - sending her thoughts into a frenzy. It was the gravity of that final revelation - the knowledge that the Dark Lord had played them all from the very beginning - that weighed down on her. It almost eclipsed the pain that the half-Annfyn felt with every intake of air - courtesy of the cracked ribs she now bore.
Whatever else was lingering on her mind, Vahliri knew that she couldn’t afford to remain in her cell for much longer. She had only a precious window to attempt an escape - one that would become almost impossible once she was transferred into the hands of the Jedi. Execution or being stripped of the Force was all that awaited the half-Annfyn if she allowed herself to be placed in their hands, and Vahliri would sooner meet death due to her own actions.
And so she waited, paying close attention to the personnel that monitored her prison cell. It wasn’t difficult to decipher that - to her surprise - security was only light at best, with a mixture of organic and droid armed guards patrolling just beyond the ray shield that bound her. Guard rotations were at regular intervals every two hours, with only a matter of minutes left before the next occurred. It provided her with a small opening, but it would have to be enough for the half-Annfyn to make her break.
And for those few remaining minutes, Vahliri waited patiently within her cell - carefully watching for her opportunity.
Whatever else was lingering on her mind, Vahliri knew that she couldn’t afford to remain in her cell for much longer. She had only a precious window to attempt an escape - one that would become almost impossible once she was transferred into the hands of the Jedi. Execution or being stripped of the Force was all that awaited the half-Annfyn if she allowed herself to be placed in their hands, and Vahliri would sooner meet death due to her own actions.
And so she waited, paying close attention to the personnel that monitored her prison cell. It wasn’t difficult to decipher that - to her surprise - security was only light at best, with a mixture of organic and droid armed guards patrolling just beyond the ray shield that bound her. Guard rotations were at regular intervals every two hours, with only a matter of minutes left before the next occurred. It provided her with a small opening, but it would have to be enough for the half-Annfyn to make her break.
And for those few remaining minutes, Vahliri waited patiently within her cell - carefully watching for her opportunity.
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