Library, Sunday

[unusual_sith]

Lana really wanted to kill something today. Her teeth were on edge, her lightsaber was close to hand, and nobody had better cross her.

Fortunately, as a Sith, she knew how to deal with moods like this.

Which meant she'd be meditating at work today, the air practically crackling around her as she channeled her aggression into power.

The books, knowing what was good for them, were staying quietly on their shelves.