"Not bad..." Aethiia said as she lazily walked into a fairly empty room. There was a bed, an end table, and a very large window to see the setting sun beyond the myriad of hover-cars jetting by. With a flick of her wrist, she used the force to close the blinds... She never did like allowing others to see into her quarters. "It's only temporary though..."
Her companion came in after her, and the door behind the two shut itself. It was a small droid, its wheels turning on the ground with a light hum. It began to chirp and beep, a language that Aethiia actually could understand fairly well. The top section of the little droid spun slightly to look around the room, but nothing was out of the ordinary that it could sense. Some dirt and debris, but nothing more than that... Aethiia tugged off her boots and set them by the door, letting her aching feet rest a moment as her toes gripped the carpet. She was a Miraluka, born without eyes and able to see through the Force.
~Jedi = Pleased / T7 = Pleased~
"I'm glad you're happy too, T7." She said with a smile. They weren't alone, in fact... Company was there much closer than she had thought.
Mat lay on his back next to Aethiia's feet, looking up to her helplessly as his body attempted to regain motion. After having been tortured by Ziika and Ellie for so long, he had to recuperate quite a bit... He could smell the sweat and stench rolling off of the young Jedi's feet, but she couldn't see him and nor could T7. The scan the droid did of the room wasn't thorough enough to spot things like insects on the floor, it was more looking for full-sized occupants and things like bombs or listening devices.
"So, you think Master was right to promote me so early?" She asked her droid quizzically, shifting her weight a bit. Mat gasped as her left foot landed on him, but when she shifted her weight, her heel was lifted just enough off of the ground to give him space beneath the arch of her foot. The smell was overwhelming, and he couldn't contain himself... [REDACTED], as the Jedi and her companion were unaware of his plight. The sound of beeping and chirping filled the air again as T7 responded.
~T7 = Proud. Jedi = On Council Soon~
"I wouldn't go that far little guy... Thanks though. So is there anything interesting to do on this planet while we wait for a bit?" She asked, bobbing her heel up and down slightly. Mat's heart pounded beneath her sole as the skin of her arch came up and down [REDACTED]. The increased pleasure made recovery time for the little one pause... He couldn't move if he wanted to. The beeping and chirping commenced once more, causing a laugh from Aethiia. Mat felt it through her foot rumble his tiny body, and he once again moaned... His little head rolled to the side slightly as he looked out to the light peering through the now closed curtains.
~T7 + Jedi = Stay Here / Wait for Orders. T7 + Jedi = Not Miss Important Task~
"I suppose you're right. Well, I guess it's about time to make ourselves at home!" She said with a smile, and just as she did, her left foot came down. She didn't notice Mat's tiny body compress as she stood for a moment, her weight bearing down on his tiny body. Mat didn't stand a chance, even though Aethiia was extremely lightweight, his body was not strong enough to take it. He felt his insides ooze out as his bones dislocated... And he could hear every snap and pop as his body systematically flattened.
"You need anything before we get settled in, T7?" Aethiia asked with a smile. The beeping resumed as her little droid companion rolled its way into the empty room.
*** 18 Hours Later ***
Aethiia sat with her shoes off once more, relaxing on a long trip through the city. It was a bit run down, but she had a few pretty strenuous tasks to do... She was going to relax and meditate for a few minutes before continuing. Mathew's corpse had stuck to her skin, and being a blind Jedi, Aethiia could not see him. He might be washed off in a few days time if she could take a few minutes to herself, but with all of the calls and running around the city - it was difficult. The last bit of consciousness finally left the flattened pelt as she rested...