Nobody Wins

The rest of the ship was quiet with the hush that came with a slightly restless sleep. She doubted Skywalker was truly asleep, but she had not seem him since the resolutions following Merrick’s death. She hadn’t seen much of anyone, to be fair; her advisory council had been relieved and slightly sickened and Obi-Wan…She saw him now. The back of him at least, looking out of the holo-deck as they passed through hyperspace. His arms were crossed, she could tell from his posture, and a slight shifting of him as he undoubtedly sensed her presence revealed a glass of some sort of fluorescent blue liquor from one of the glittering bottles behind the adjacent bar.