OOM: An Ending on Balmorra

After all the fuss required to actually get there, the trip into the vault was terribly anticlimactic. Oh, there were angry, giant, killer insects and more green goo of thankfully unknown origin than Ibani ever wanted to see again, but those hardly registered at all compared to everything else that had happened today.

The holocron retrieved from the vault is being decontaminated at the moment, along with her armor, weapons and clothes. Major Bessiker had been kind enough to find her an Imperial uniform to wear in the meantime, the gray trousers and shirt are comfortable if not terribly exciting to look at it.

She leans back against the wall, remembering the words of Cheketta's speech.

"My forces received supplies and intelligence from the Republic. We knowingly and illegally attacked Imperial targets by order of the Senate. We broke the peace treaty that keeps our worlds whole, and for that, I apologize to all citizens of the galaxy."

The Republic had withdrawn their ships from three sectors and there were protests in Corusant, the heart of the Republic's power. More harm with kindness indeed. She should feel proud, victorious, but all she feels right now is weary beyond words.

Maybe, maybe the galaxy will look like a better place in the morning. She can always hope.