Settling In

Operative Nyx' Journal

The Admiral and I have seemed to found a place where we are comfortable with each other, and there seems to be mutual respect and trust. 

I have been slipping away periodically to visit the bounty hunter who saved me yesterday, as I felt a deep connection to him and I wanted to express my heartfelt thanks.  He is Mandalorian and thus, tends to hide his emotions under a rough exterior.  I teased him a bit and found him to be a bit receptive to my provocations.  I have offered to do something fun with him tomorrow, which I have already warned him will involve a bit of dancing while the Admiral attends to his duties on the Executor.

The Admiral returned to our quarters completely exhausted, and thus we only managed to spend a bit of time together.  It was so different than yesterday where he spent quite a bit of time with me.  Such is the life of an Admiral.  I wish he had more time for me though, but I am willing to set those feelings aside.  I admit, I have lost focus on my mission the longer I stay on the Executor.  But seeing the soldiers die at the hands of the Assassin changed me somehow yesterday.  I do not see them as just random expendibles, but rather beings with thoughts, feelings, and emotions.  Each of those lives, regardless of which side they are fighting on, is indeed precious.

As for the Assassin, it appears my telepathic link to him has been severed.  I suspect he has already met his end and I said a prayer for his departed spirit to return to the Force.