SWTOR, Dialogues AU #28. No spoilers.
Ruth proceeded straight from the holding cell to her quarters for her mask. Stupid and sentimental, leaving it behind. She then made for the bridge, where her crew had gathered in laughing excitement. The landing on the grubby little agricultural planet was a swell of relief. Ruth went outside with all her crew, leaving the ship’s automated systems to take care of the Jedi for at least a few minutes.
But the joy of open air and stable ground didn’t last. With a heavy heart Ruth oversaw her guards loading supplies onto the Scorned. She sensed that what was about to happen was to be the most costly move of her life. Whether that cost was to her physical safety or her soul she wasn’t sure yet.
She left Pierce and her other guards behind on the planet. The last step, to the Emperor’s remote station, she always took alone. She set course and took the ship into hyperspace. Then she just stared for a while.
After that she moved from the seat to kneeling on the floor. Acutely aware of every passing moment, she took a breath. Her focus eluded her, that self-refreshing current of rage she was so used to. The white-hot concentration wavered and failed for attempt after attempt. After a while she took a deep breath and instead summoned forth a focus she hadn’t bothered with in years. It felt…happy.