Estle City Sinchi Ring Prison Hospital
Digging her lekku into arm straps, she wormed the prehensile head-tail under the leather straps that kept her from leaving the gurney. The Twi’lek had been working the restraints for little under an hour. Her wrist was chafed, sore, sweaty, but not yet bleeding. She twisted her wrist, pulled up as hard as she could and slipped the lekku under her wrist. Forcing the leather to stretch and widen. She pulled tchun out, gave her arm a hard pull and slipped out of the first of four bonds. Working her fingers, Kata’lek rolled to her side and unbuckled her other arm, then feet.
“Kark me! I’m never going to a hospital again if that’s how they’re going to treat me. Not even a piece of Camba with my dinner. Load of Huttslime, facebiters!”
Once finished cursing to herself, she threw off the hideous smock she wore and began tearing the room apart searching for her clothes. She found them and stopped. Giving out a slight whimper, she realized that, although washed, her clothes were torn to shreds. Weeks of living on the streets and using had not treated her favorite dress kindly. She tore the dress in half, turning it into a skirt and a shirt, then ripped a chunk of the smock to make a belt.
After sliding her shiv from her boot, not finding her lightsaber, Kata’lek peeked around the doorway then began trekking down the corridor.
“Karking-shutta-phoodoo-crapballs!” she yelled, hoping anyone would come running. She really felt like killing someone.
The whooshing from the shrouds of the room beckoned her attention. Her panting increased as her heart rate soared further, K’tana needed to find a decent weapon soon. A silhouette slowly marched from the shade of the strip-light and stopped in plain view. His body covered head to toe in the dark indigo robes of the Shadow Academy, his face a malachite tone and his expression turned from dull to interested, sliding his lips back from his white toothed grin. The slim man tossed her a datapad and scanned for sentry droids.
“You have a wardrobe of clothes, let’s head to Estle, ethachi,” the Zelosian uttered. The datapad told her he was Sjl.
Straightening her back, she took in the sight of the Brotherhood member, tensed her jaw and nodded. Her only thought was “Well...darn.”
The bond between two leaders is something unique, what does it really take to maintain and freshen that bond consistently? In no less than 250 words, see if you can summerise, or construct or write some fiction about the relationship between Galleros Sjl and K'tana. Placing will be judged upon creativity, language, realism and a pinch of humour.
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