Victoria plopped down on a well cushioned chair in her quarters as she glared at the wall. She still couldn't get over the fact that a Jedi saved her life at Port Lansing. It bothered her to no ends. She never liked the idea of *anyone*, especially people that worked within the Alliance, having to help her, much less save her life. From her experiences on the streets there would always be something expected in return. Heck, a Jedi could even use that against her and she loathed the idea much as she did Retroy's ideals of pink. She thought back to when she appeared before the Jedi council as a hologram. That was a dumb move if there was a time for any. She was sick and allowed the Jedi to see her at a weaken condition. She sighed heavily to herself. There had to be something she could do to take her mind off of it. But there didn't seem to be anything. So she sat and fumed. She *really* needed something to do besides think.
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