(Warning: Angst)
I rolled over in my bed with a groan but it was, at least, my own bed. It was the most comfortable thing I had come in contact with in several days. With a grimace of closed eyes, I corrected myself. The second most comfortable thing.
I managed to pull the sheets closer around my nearly bare body but my brain was working at full speed now. My body disagreed but my thoughts weren't giving me a choice. I slipped out of the covers and grabbed the bra I managed to lay out before crashing into my bed.
The sun of Coruscant was streaming through gaps in the black shade. It was difficult getting this particular stronghold because the windows faced the sun as it rose but, then again, no one wanted it because of the cramped space. The living quarters and kitchen were one room with a waist high wall dividing the two. However, there were two gaps for an entry and exit part of the kitchen. On the wall, I was working on building a collection of drinks and recipes for when or if I retired.
One hallway in the living quarters led to the door to my personal launch pad but the old speeder didn't reflect any wealth available. On the opposite side of that and close to the kitchen, a hallway led back to my bedroom and studies with a small room containing a refresher and washer connected to the hall.
Inside my bedroom, I had my holoterminal beside my bed so I could answer calls and my portable communicator still attached to my belt on the floor beside the dirty clothes I shed last night. I also had a desk that would look outside the window and watch Coruscant bustle with activity. On the other side of my bed, against the wall, I had shelves and a dresser.
My stronghold was not lavishly furnished because I did not spend much time here due to my job. My very exciting and amazing job.
I finished putting the bra on and moved to pull out clean clothing I had designed for myself from the dresser. The red shirt was skin tight but fire resistant. The white jacket was enforced to repel blaster bolts at normal and long range if they managed to hit me. As I pulled the red pants on, I watched the softly toned abs of my stomach clench with each tug until the pants were secure. Nothing was special about them, besides the fact that they matched my shirt and underwear in color.
I pulled the Vibrosword inside its sheath and moved back to my belt to attach it once more to it. The strap was secure on the left and I gently tugged it on to secure my loose pants on my taut frame.
I would have dawned my white gloves but I didn't feel as if they would be needed today because I was only meeting the Supreme Commander, the Director, and Grand Master Jedi. Along my former partner and my closest friend.
I shook myself from my thoughts. He wasn't just a friend to me.
With a sigh that reached my ears, I made to the refresher and made my visit there quick. A simple brush of my teeth and hair and a wash of my face to get rid of stray eyelashes and sleep left me ready to go outside.
But instead, I gripped the sides of the refresher and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Bags had appeared under my eyes that only appeared when something emotionally troubled me. They didn't even appear after 48 hours of limited sleep.
The bruise on the right side of my face had faded and only left the cheek bone tinder. My blue eyes were sharply searching my own reflection for an answer I wouldn't find. But I didn't even know what I was searching for.
I ran my hand over the cool water in the refresher and left with a grim frown. I was worried about the exchange between myself and my friend, Theron. I didn't need to be but I was both interested and worried about what he would say since we hadn't seen too much of each other. I wasn't normally troubled by small things but I cared too deeply for him to not be troubled.
