Cyber

Quint was trying hard not to be part of the planning. She couldn't stop herself. After what she heard, she said, "Rowan, it won't matter if your right there or halfway across the galaxy, the Sith can engage you. Distance does not matter to the Force."

"My sense is that they are expecting us to come directly at them and they will be ready for us, some of us will die and others will have it worse," she said as her hands moved across the limb. She started getting her tools out to work on it. "My master would always say, 'One does not punch their hand into a hornets nest without expecting to get stung.' It seemed like a strange saying," she said.

Quint smiled as Ghost returned. "If he's crabbing at you, that means he likes you," she said. "He dumped crates on me when I first met him," she said with a smile. "If he's not being crabby at you then you need to worry."

Quint opened herself to the force to work on the limb, to sense what needed to be repaired.

"She.." Quint started to say. A vision popped into Quints head of the Sith Assassin watching as her arm was being fitted for the circuitry for the new hand. Quint could feel the pain as the probes forced nano-wires deep into the flesh. The Sith used the pain, reveling in it. Pushing her hate towards Quint. "You can make that limb better, let me show you how Sister," the voice said in her head. Knowledge of circuitry and interfaces were pushed into Quint's with the pain in the arm.

Quint screamed in pain clutching at her own wrist.

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