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01.22.2013 , 02:01 PM |
Remi AU Knightless: Health
A dozen Sith approached that night, all prying for information for their masters, but none of them fit the profile. Either they were too highly placed to be anything other than their Master's pawns or too greedy and obvious to be trusted with real information. She left the gathering having failed to locate Vowrawn's true agent. The night had been dull for all its danger and the feeling of wrongness had increased with every hour. It was almost a relief when she was attacked.
The Sith was fast and skilled, Coremi found herself scrambling to avoid his attacks. He favored a vibroblade but never needed to parry her lightsaber. Instead he slipped and dodged reversing his attacks and striking again with dizzying speed. Finally he disarmed her, a move that would have severed her arm had it not been protected by the invisible energy shield she wore over her dress. Instead it numbed her hand forcing her to drop her saber.
He sneered and picked her up by the throat clenching his fist. Desperately she reached for her blaster, a tiny thing strapped to a hidden holster just under her skirt. She fired a shot forcing him to break his hold. She dropped to the ground and fired again not giving him a chance to renew his attacks. She blasted him backward with a wave of Force and fired several times while he was in the air. Vibroblades were not built to deflect blaster bolts, her shots pierced his defenses and he was dead before he hit the ground.
She walked unsteadily toward his corpse searching him for identification. She fumbled through his pockets finding only an unmarked data chip. She stood carefully looking around for signs of more assassins then doubled over suddenly, overcome with a wave of nausea. She looked at her arm, a single thin scratch marred her wrist.
She frowned at her own carelessness and stood shakily, wondering how long she had.
She walked carefully focusing on maintaining the appearance of normalcy. She reached the speeder pad and found a pair of Sith standing next to a disabled droid. They drew their lightsabers, she clenched her jaw wondering how many idiots she would have to dispatch before she could get home.
There was no finesse in her style now, she was efficient and ruthless. She picked up one with a twist of enraged thought and knocked him into the second. They fell in a tangle of limbs that she impaled with a leap and a strike before they had a chance to sort themselves. She grabbed a pair of identity chips off their bodies and dragged herself to the disabled droid. She fought another wave of nausea as she opened the panel to inspect the damage.
Another Sith approached in the distance, she swore under her breath attempting to hurry and be careful simultaneously. After a number of false starts and a shower of sparks she maneuvered a hairpin dataspike into place and the speeder droid whirred to life calling up an automated speeder.
Once in the cab and moving off the platform she risked glancing back at the newcomer. She shuddered with recognition. If he had intended to kill her, she would not have been able to stop him in her state. She spent the rest of the ride home and the walk to her suite concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. Her sense of balance shifted and lurched and her vision glowed strangely at the edges creating the illusion of movement where there was none.
She reached the door to her suite and found Scourge waiting in the common room. "Did you discover Vowrawn's agent?" He asked without looking up after she shut the door.
"No," she replied making her way into the room, "I fought off three assassins and I think I've been poisoned."
He looked up from his datapad and sneered at her condition. "Pathetic, you will accomplish nothing." He muttered and returned to his reading. "Clean yourself up."
She swallowed, moderately surprised, but the memory of their dance and his mockery had not left her the entire night. This was just another test to him. She stumbled to the room they used as a medical bay and fumbled through her supply of anti-toxins. Her hands felt large and heavy, too clumsy to load the medicine into the injector. She knelt with her supplies scattered around her on the floor trying to focus her mind enough to meditate. She stared at the scratch on her wrist. It had started to ooze a yellowish substance. She wondered if Lachris had felt the same way, disgusted to be defeated by something so common.
A boot appeared next to her. "Let me help you," a familiar voice said.
"Can't help me, Doc." She whispered to the man's foot. "You're dead."
He knelt and picked up the vial loading it into the injector. "A little redheaded Jedi told me there was no death, only the Force." To all appearances he was exactly the way she remembered him. Except his eyes, the light had gone out of them, just as they had when the Jedi cut him down. "A real Jedi, not you." He stood and looked behind him, "Should I give this to her?"
"A Jedi preserves life above all else," A woman's voice answered, "But in her case I'll make an exception." Coremi looked behind her old friend at the Jedi she had killed. They both had the same dead stare.
Doc shrugged, "Sorry, Cori. You're on your own."
She managed to laugh even as she began to convulse, "Story of my life." She said as she toppled over. The pair disappeared as her vision darkened. She lay on her side staring at her hands with detached fascination. The scratch on her wrist was gone.
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