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[Kaahsa-Ra]

“WANTED: Masked Sith Agent charged with the assassination of the New Imperial Order’s Moff-”

“Would you shut it off already? You’ve been listening to the same newsreel on repeat since I stepped on this piece of garbage. Why not some music?” The Togruta scoffed, shook her head, and settled back down into the passenger’s seat. She didn’t realize her kill would gain such traction, especially on stations out here, too. With a nudge of her boot against the control-panel, she was able to flick the channels, to what sounded like some sort of futuristic hip-hop. Perfect.

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It couldn’t have been more than an hour later before they began their descent to the Togrutan Homeworld: Shili. At the sight of the planet, the previously uptight and frustrated passenger seemed to soften a bit, her eyes going dark as her heart grew heavy with remembrance and longing. Finally, she’d see her family again. In order to quell her anxious energy, the woman pushed herself to her feet and shuffled between the seats to make her way further into the ship. She allowed her hand to brush along the shoulder of her pilot in silent thanks, and apologies for her previous commentary.

Kaahsa-Ra gathered her things rather quickly, as most were already strapped to her body. A finely crafted saber hilt was attached to either hip and at the small of her back, her dark mask was tied. To cover it all, she grasped her grey armor-weave cloak, and threw it over her shoulders in one fluid motion, pinning it to her shoulders with a little huff through her nostrils. She then raised her hands to grasp an overhead bar, to keep her balance as the ship finally touched down on her homeworld.

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Minutes later, she was drifting through the streets. It had been years since she last made it back to see her mother, and she barely remembered the way home. She let her feet lead the way, muscle memory of sorts. Some things had changed, others were the same… like the man at the fruit stall, and the nose-wrinkling smells that came from some alleyways. She’d need to trek almost the entire city to make it home, and she felt rather vulnerable being out in the open so obviously, where one wrong person might recognize her, or suspect something off. So, she kept to side-streets and shadows, eventually opting to raise her hood as darkness began to settle over the city.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

 

[Trajan Fett]

S U P E R C O M M A N D O
THE OATHSWORN
SONS OF MANDALORE
HUNTER OR PREY
Kaahsa-Ra

TO HUNT
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Back to these grounds. A savage world, largely untamed given the Togruta's inability or rather, lack of desire to industrialize. It didn't stop them from the bloody war that gathered the New Imperial Order and Galactic Alliance here to decide the fate of its world. Ultimately, the New imperial lack of care for the 'will of the people' and 'democracy' won them the day and it was placed under the home rule of Shili's own Ravraa Vyshraal . Things seemed to calm down and go back to its peaceful old self again.

Until a Sith cared to disrupt that.

The most simplistic formula, the most satisfying pay out. The Sith wrought the reckoning of Mandalore, Trajan's people, sought the annihilation of his creed. He ground his teeth being forced to work with them. Then Kyber Dark began its course and these parasites had the kill mark put on each of them. In a sudden symphony of beautiful betrayal, that darkness was buried and the Sith, once hunter could be dragged out and gunned down like limp dogs, now prey.

To be a Sith? In Imperial space? This was a death sentence.

Trajan would pass judgement.

The trail led his path to Corvala, the capital of Shili, now mostly restored from the urban warfare that wrought the New Imperial seizure of power here, the only remains were tatters and scraps in the street wayside and black blaster marks buried into the walls and streets.

Night came down and his hunt began.

His iron skin naturally painted him as a figure of interest in these streets. The night was a competent shroud.

The pull of her hood and frantic approach down a dark alley way pinged his attention from one of the three drones he'd dispersed through Corvala as he waited on the flat rooftop for the signal.

Soon as he heard it, he was on his feet, his jetpack pulsing between the roof tops before soon enough he was closing in on her location. He was in her area.

Just as she was about to meet the end of another alley way, the Mandalorian supercommando landed not feet infront of her, his armored knee slamming into the broken ground beneath before he rose to both feet, that frigid T-visor the only gaze to greet her.

Slowly, he rose his vambrace up toward her and spoke.

<"Your ride's over, Sith.">​

 

[Kaahsa-Ra]

She knew it would happen, that she shouldn't have come back. From the second she began her travels, she was completely aware she was being sized up and stalked from the shadows. She thought, that at least, she'd get to see her mother once more.

The togruta stopped her stride, standing tall as she heard boots and beskar hit the paved alleyway, and crack under the weight of the drop. For such an entrance, she had to have been watched since stepping off the ship.

Was the pilot left out of it? The hooded figure mumbled a prayer for him.

A million more hypotheticals raced through Kaahsa's mind as the bounty hunter slowly straightened, leaving her paralyzed for the few vital seconds she could have used to start her escape. She would have to face her newest opponent here, head-on. To get a better look, her wrapped hands lifted to peel the hood from over her head, revealing herself fully. The togruta was not a sore sight, but the animal before her certainly was.

The overconfidence he oozed made her stomach knot. Kaahsa-Ra's jaw clenched as she brushed the fleeting moment of sickness aside and adjusted her stance ever so slightly, readying to hold her ground. Her hands, having dropped from removing her hood, instead hovered at her hips, fingers slowly curling around the metal hilts of her sabers.

Time had slowed, though suddenly snapped back as the Mandalorian's voice hissed out from underneath his helmet. She moved without thinking, pulling the sabers from where they were clipped to her belt.

Sith.

Offering such a familiar electrical hum, her two sabers whirred to life at either side of her form, their white light illuminating the alleyway and reflecting off the Mandalorian's visor. Kaahsa, for a split second, swore she could see the hate in his eyes through the dark material... but realized that pair of eyes were her own.

With a scrunched nose and furrowed brow, the togruta offered only a single sentence in the form of a growl that came from deep in her throat:

"I am no Sith."