KOTOR-verse. The Ebon Hawk. Alora's quarters.

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Alora opened her eyes and blinked at the ceiling, then sneezed explosively for a second time and growled, only to sneeze again.

And again.

Grumbling, she held her nose, thinking that she could have taken getting over a concussion with more grace if it hadn't been compounded by some opportunistic virus that had put her on her back for days. But at least the fever was gone now and her stomach didn't feel like it was filing for divorce.

But there was nobody sitting or laying on her bunk, so that meant that Carth and Mission weren't around. That depressed her a little as she pushed herself up against the headboard to have a look around.

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"Alright," he said, standing by the door, if anything looking like a guard.

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"Canderous?"

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"Yeah? What'da want?" he looked over at her.

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She pointed to the chair by her bunk.

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He blinked, but sighed and went over.

"You know... you're nothing like the Clans thought you were. Back then. In some ways.... I suppose you're better," he said, studying her.

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She shook her head, intent on her meal. "The legendary destroyer of peoples is just a woman who's afraid of throwing up her soup."

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He smirked.

"But you've still got it in you. Always have had it."