Mystic looked at the screen for what must be the thousandth time, she still couldn't believe it. Yoda had cleaned them out, correction all but 1c. An insult of course. She was nursing her drink, her third or fourth, normally she preferred coffee when dealing with guild business, but right now this was what she needed. There was some good stuff going on though, Borb was back and had joined her immediately, and Phoenix had arisen again, she knew she should be happy and she was for the most part. There was just some lingering feelings she was having to deal with.

She had gotten yoda's last communique, offering to give the money back, minus his 10 million, if she would just make CLM leave him be. She knew what she had to do, she hated doing it, but the guild's interest had to come first. As she stood up her eyes strayed through the open door across the hall, yoda's old office, she had locked it, it needed to be cleared out, but she didn't want others in there until she could. Same with his apartment upstairs..she would get to it...soon.

Grabbing another drink she decided she needed a change of scenery, so she headed to her ship. There it was, "The Fatal Beauty", marked up with the same design as her tattoo, she didn't fly it much, preferring to fly others into combat and such. This one had been with her forever it seemed, since the days of BLAK. Today she was taking her out, she thought of going back to her little paradise in Bractus but decided against it. She wasn't going to run away, just enjoy the peace of space for a bit. Then would be time to do what had to be done, no matter how much she loathed the very idea.