Raz Solus
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
- 448
- Reaction score
- 190
Raz was more frequently on Mandalore nowadays than ever before. She found it peaceful to be back on the home planet, especially since becoming a House. They were welcome with open arms now and people looked to her for guidance. It was a strange feeling, and she wasn’t sure she would ever get quite used to it. She had her quarters set up on the planet, a modest apartment just for herself. She liked it this way, normally used to more communal living with her clan. She also didn’t quite feel like living on a farm like her father, and this was in the heart of the bustling city.
She was still getting used to her cybernetic, though she had an easier time lifting things up now. Raz had practiced firing her gun a few times, and she was still not quite there yet. Fine motor skills were taking a lot longer to learn, and she was getting rather frustrated. She still withdrew within herself and fell apart when she thought of her weaknesses. Raz despised being anything less than whole, and she knew things would never be the same since she lost her arm. Despite her clansmen always telling her they saw her no different, she knew she wasn’t who she was before.
She had just come out of the shower, awkwardly managing to shampoo her hair with the new arm. Every little task was a pain, and it took her twice as long to put her clothes back on. Her hair was still damp after she had given up with the towel. With a sigh, she walked into her living room and switched on the Holofeed. She reached for a fruit from her kitchen and promptly crushed it on accident, juices and the flesh of the fruit seeping down the arm. Raz groaned and pressed her forehead against the refrigerator.
“I should have just kriffing died on Corellia,” She grumbled to herself, closing her eyes.