Nyavi doesn't care for rituals

"Hngh!" Nyavi clutched her forehead at the wave of Force booming inside her skull. The nerve endings in her amputated lekku pricked painfully. One of the sensors on her equipment crackled, released a puff of smoke, and was still.

"Fuck, fine, we're coming!" she snapped in annoyance. "You got out attention, no need to be a fucking drama queen about it!" She set her chair to forward and hovered through the triangular gate, still muttering as she went. "Fucking pricks always gotta be drama queens like we don't have better things to worry about..."

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