"That's what I wanted to hear. Come on, we need to prepare for our return to the battle."
"If there is even a battle still going on."
"Now you're just trying to lower your self-esteem"
Crystaall laughed as both of them walked up the ramp to the Hawke. It took them around 20 minutes to completely prepare themselves for the coming battle. Crystaall had donned a good utility belt that holstered both her pistols and a combat knife sideways against her rear. Her clothing consisted of slick navy blue pants that were tucked into heavy beskar boots. She wore a black shirt over her bra with a dark brown jacket over top, so she looked like a smuggler. Slung across her back was a sword Crystaall had found a few moments before their initial preparation. It was a simple blade with a cortosis weave. It had a dragon inscription imprinted in the blade and the handle was bare except for cold metal and the number 99 carved into it. The carving probably came from another blade due to it being light and barely seen. Her hair was placed into a ponytail, her dark brown hair flourishing with the separation and making her even more ready, knowing her gear and her body was prepared for the fight. Grey-Kast still had his outfit intact, so he had no need to change. He made sure his custom pistol was still working. During the preparation he and R4 modified the ship with little wire switches and such. Crystaall on the other hand, decided to practice her sword combat. Her swings were powerful and her form was almost like that of a master's, but she lacked the potential to wield the blade properly. She lacked the knowledge that killing another with their blood on your weapon was something not to be scared of, but cherished. And for that reason, the blade felt heavy and she could only practice a few motions with it before getting her arms tired.
"Well, we're ready Princess."
"Call me that again and I'll make sure you can't feel your legs. Or your lungs."
"That went dark."
"Look, being cheerful is not something I intend to be when I face Jigual. He killed Vex, and probably my mother as well. He wants me dead and his plan also seems to be helping the Empire succeed in conquest."
"Ok, ok. Forget I pried. Maybe you should try meditating on that mat."
"Why?"
"Look... you're going from depression to anger rather quickly... I just think you might need to take a break. Its been a day or two since you've had proper sleep."
"Its been longer than that. 5 months."
"5 months of what?"
"Nightmares."
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