It was six in the morning, and she sat, sipping caf and frowning at her datapad at a small table in one of the few remaining garden rooms in the Citadel. The table was nondescript, a small grated metal affair that had a small pot on a warmer along with a small plate that had held a few rolls and some butter along with small dishes of honey, milk, and sugar. Her chair was no comfort, being the same grated metal design as the table, but at least she was sitting.
The lights were slowly brightening in time with the sunlight outside, and an artificial breeze stirred the leaves in the trees. It was still a facsimile of true life, but the plants and the flowing water fountains and pools at least allowed some semblance of the breath of the Force to be felt.
She was teaching a class in basic Force usage.
Ridiculous.
But the will of the Knight-General was not to be denied, especially in such unimportant circumstances as this. So instead of leaving the garden, she tapped the small holoprojector that sat next to her pot of caf and glanced at the time; she idly adjusted the cuff of her uniform jacket (the long coat was draped over the back of her chair), and swept a lekku off her shoulder.
Despite the fact that her students would be arriving in moments, the Twi'lek didn't seem at all tense. Instead, she sipped from her cup and went back to reading from her datapad with nonchalance.
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