Nar Shaddaa - Evening
A Moon filled with wretched scum and vast amount of criminals. It was the perfect hunting ground for Asaiah. Though today was not for hunting criminals. No. It was time for her to hunt for members. Worshipers. That's what she had learned from Serina. Her duty was no longer to enact Justice herself. She needed her own followers to go throughout the Galaxy and earn their own Justice.
She perched atop the roof of an abandoned building, watching the people moving through the streets below her. Gazing upon the groups, trying to spot who would be best suited to become a follower of her. Of her beliefs. Who would be the best disciple for her? Someone who needed to be shown the strength inside of them. She passed a dagger between her hands in thoughts as she whistled a small tune to herself. This was unlike her. She knew it herself. To watch and plot. That involved cunning. It wasn't a trait that Asaiah had ever thought that she had herself. She had been a scythe, reaping lives by her own hands. Believed herself to be a weapon wielded by the hands of Justice. But no. She was the one who wielded. She wielded herself and now she was looking for more tools to wield in her crusade.
A cry went up in the distance. The crowd didn't react. Why would they? It was a common place sound on this Moon but Asaiah had bolted off with an application of Force Speed. Another thing she had been working on. Her knowledge of the Force was poor. Most of what she knew she had learned through action. Telekinesis, Speed, Jump. All of them she had been working over. As she leapt from building to building, a shadow through the sky, hunting for the source of the cry before she came across it. A Twi'lek surrounded by what appeared to be a typical swoop gang, armed with various weapons from blasters to vibroblades.
"We told you. You don't bring us our credits, we'll get it another way. I'm sure we'd get a cute couple of chits from having work in a bar. Ain't that right boys?"
The Rodian at the head of the group broke out into a chorus of laughter, as the rest of the gang members broke out into their own guffaws and laughter. Asaiah could already feel her blood boiling. Her fingers itching to shoot for her blade and enact Justice. Would it be the right choice? Her eyes went to the Twi'lek to gauge her reaction. They were terrified. Shaking in their boots but they were still standing.
"Don't rough her up too much. We need her looking good."
Asaiah continued to watch as an Iridonian walked over towards the Twi'lek. Reaching out to grab the woman before Asaiah blinked at the sound of a hand connecting with a face. The Twi'lek had fire inside of her. A grin slowly crept on Asaiah's face as she came to the realisation. They would be perfect. As the Iridonian reached for their knife to get revenge for the slap, he brought it high up into the air before bringing down...a stump. Asaiah had dropped down from the roof tops, using the Force to dull the impact whilst bringing her blade down upon the Iridonian. She had learned from past experiences in these fights. With the assistance of the Force, Asaiah dashed and darted through the group, slashing them down with her blade. These were skills she had practiced with. Not just in a Dojo or against a training droid. These were skills she had trained in blood and fire.
"Sh-Shoot her!"
Her blade sung through the air, singing a beautiful melody of Justice. A tune of blood ringing through the air as she cut through the members of the Gang. Yet she didn't kill them. No. That was not her duty. She was not to be their Judge, Jury nor Executioner. By the time Asaiah had finished, the men were on the ground bleeding and bruised, but not dead. Dying perhaps but they'd be hurried on to the afterlife. Not by Asaiah of course as she headed over towards the Twi'lek.
"Who...Who are you?"
A gentle but somewhat twisted smile graced Asaiah's face as she reached her hand up to rub the Twi'lek's head, almost like one would ruffle the hair of a child. It didn't matter to Asaiah that this woman was perhaps older than her. For now however, Asaiah took out the dagger she had been playing with on the rooftop and held it out towards the Twi'lek. Alongside that she held out a book. Yet no pen.
"Your saviour. Kill them. Use their blood to write their sins in this book. Become their Judge, Jury and Executioner. Become their Arbiter."
With that, Asaiah stepped into the shadows of the alleyway, the smile still on her face as she watched the Twi'lek. There was hesitation at first...but the smile only grew as Asaiah watched the Twi'lek set out to work. It was a delight to see someone picking up her beliefs. Her gospel almost. By the time they were done, the groans of pain echoing through the alley had stopped. The Twi'lek offered the dagger and book back towards Asaiah though she shook her head, gently pushing them back towards them.
"They are yours now. To do what I have done for you. To save those who don't have their own strength.. Keep a record of those you have judged. Read over it. Learn the Book. It is more important than your own name. If you find one you believe to be a suitable member to join us, then do what I have done for you. Show them how to use their own strength. Give them their own Book. You will be the...Mother of Nar Shaddaa."
It was a title she had made on the spot but it was one Asaiah liked. The Twi'lek would become the first of potentially many followers of the Book. She was the Mother of those who required her aid on Nar Shaddaa. Whilst Asaiah was going to be the Priestess, spreading the Book, those she left on the planets would become Mothers. Fathers. Asaiah had awakened them to their strength, and now Asaiah trusted upon them to uplift the Fledglings they found. To teach their lessons upon a new "Bloodline" of Arbiters.
"If you have need of me, I will know. Let Justice and Vengeance guide our paths."
With that, Asaiah left the alleyway. Her destination being her new freighter that she had earned. Her goal for the day had been achieved anyway. Her first disciple had been found. Now she could only hope that it would grow.
