A Taste of Forgivness

[Mu Satach]

The night time blue tinted light filtered in through the blinds, casting diagonal shadows across her and the bare white walls of her loft. Unlike the dark grays of her office, or the warm russet tones of her private hidden den, the loft where she slept and stood now was white and blank as a linen sheet and about as comforting as the frozen ice fields of Hoth. She always thought she would fill it with something, but as time went on she found she preferred it that way. Colorless, nameless... empty, a void that she existed in... the void she felt growing in her mind ever since coming to Cloud City. Let the psychobabble Doctor's figure out why, not that she'd ever let one near her.

She took a drink of the Corellian brandy in her hand and watched the traffic speed by in the air and on the streets below. "Play it again." She called out, the small hologram popped on behind her. Doctor Ivins, young with a slightly frightened look on his face began dictating the record.

"Subject is a young human girl. Approximate age 13, name unknown."

Unknown?

She took another drink.

"From what I can tell, the girl should be dead. The subject has suffered 2nd and 3rd degree burns over approximately 68% of her body by a sudden white hot incendiary device. The burn pattern is consistent with either a chemical or fire grenade. What saved her life appears to be that a good portion of the burns have already been regenerated. However, the regeneration happened without the proper washing and cleaning of the wounds. Metal fragments, cloth and charred flesh has become fused into the subjects body. Multiple reconstructive surgeries would be needed to reconstruct the skin... but," Ivins ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know where we could find a suitable facility given the current state of things." his hollow eyes looked away then came back. "At any rate, using what little is available here, we've managed to remove most of the shrapnel from the back, legs and arms. But not all, and without access to a proper facility, I'm afraid the scaring will be quite... noticeable."

She finished her drink and absently rubbed the scars on the back of her arm. "Home fire my..." She walked back to the middle of the room, sat down and poured herself another drink. "Cross reference the date of the file with news flashes." A list of file names appeared before her suspended in mid air. "That one, play file."

A news anchor started broadcasting, "Little is known at the moment, but it appears that several high ranking leaders of the Jedi Council have attempted to assassinate the Chancellor tonight."

She threw back the drink and continued watching the archived broadcast.