Kuvira’s feet sounded rhythmically along the floor. One crossing over the other and then again and again.



The echoes of footfall a reminiscent of things passed…



Of a synchronized dance.



Her dance was lonely now.



She assumed it’d remain that way for quite some time. Her soldiers weren’t exactly fond of dancing, and the ones that were…well they weren’t graceful to say the least.



Kuvira remembered all too clearly dancing with a group. She considered them to be friends of some sort. They were a close group and their dance never out of sync. And in a way she missed them. But she had to...