((Oh, I understand. If more TMs were like you, fewer of these RPs would die out.))
Jynn lay on the floor, her head turned sideways resting on her arms, and tried to get some rest as the others seemed to be doing. Unfortunately, she couldn't sleep with thoughts of recent events running through her mind.
The Republic allied with a Sith... She closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep. Should never have happened, can't they remember? It was the Sith who destroyed the Jedi, the Sith who brought the Republic to the brink of extermination. The story hadn't even made it into the history holos yet, and already they had forgotten.
Distracted by her thoughts, she didn't notice as Cyphon awoke and walked about the room. Finally pushing the thoughts from her mind, she opened her eyes as the sound of quiet footsteps faded into the distance. Pushing herself up onto her knees, she looked around. Cyphon had disappeared, along with his weapons.
"Crazy," she muttered. "Didn't even bother to wake us up, eh?" She pushed a lock of hair from her forehead and shrugged. If he wanted to go wandering around by himself, that was his business. She sat cross-legged on the floor, any chance of sleep long gone, and stared at the Sith with her chin in her hands.
Something is just wrong about this whole idea...
There's a bit of the shadowy side in all of us.
Except those freakazoid Jedi nutcases.