"Send my love to Vahl."
Ada withdrew her dagger from between the politician's shoulderblades and watched as the large Twi'lek dropped sickingly to the floor where his lifeblood drained onto the pristine carpet. Vahl would be pleased with this one.
Like a shadow, the Ember stepped over the body, sheathing her bloody dagger before leaving the room and then the beautiful building that belonged to the now-dead Senator. Her flame-red hair was covered under a dark hood once more as she walked calmly down the street before melting into the shadows.
Coruscant was vast enough that she could appease Vahl properly while still being able to disappear into the duracrete jungle without consequence. There were A LOT of warm bodies walking around. A lot of blood to spill.
Ada had once again become the nameless, faceless terror. The unknown that takes your life indiscriminately - never caught. She had known the moment that Acherus started to use her gifts for his own needs, that it wouldn't last. He was as weak as the rest of the Sith. She had watched and waited and when the Order fell, he fell too. Sith never last. So she faded back into her shadows and went back to serve her goddess on her own once more. The beautiful terror that could not be caught.
If only she knew about the camera outside the Twi'lek's mansion that had caught a glimpse of red hair...