Ambush! Assault! Assassin!

[Suhr]

Seconds rolled into minutes. Minutes rolled into hours. Hours merged into days, and days blurred into weeks. Suhr had lost track of the last time she had actually seen, never mind spoken to, the Templar that was supposed to be her master. She wasn't even sure how she had come to view him as such, but that was what he was. Her master. Her tutor. Yet... How could he be a tutor if she never saw him to learn from him? It was frustrating for the Twi'lek - She was used to a much more active life than milling around on Roon and attempting to muster the willpower to pick up her lightsaber and continue her self-taught Makashi instruction. Hell, Suhr had even taken up some more... extra-curricular activities - partly to pass the time, but mostly to pick up the slack of the RSF.

Eventually she decided that if Josiah would not come to her, like Master Kytra had, then she would go to him. Only she would force him into action - She intended to ambush him. Attacking Josiah was incredibly foolish, but it was a last ditch effort on Suhr's behalf. So off she went. Her place of choice was the central courtyard area. There, she knew there were many alcoves and pillars to conceal herself behind...

Suhr picked one of the alcoves closest to the temples landing pad. If he came or went from Roon within the next day, she would see him. And that is when she would pounce - Her plan was to slip behind him and ignite her lightsaber to get his attention, and then, as he turned to face her, she was going to open up with a Force Push. It better fething work... She thought to herself.

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[Suhr]

She double checked again. From her position there was no way in Hell that Josiah could get past without her noticing, and she knew that the Templar Master was almost constantly moving from the Sanctuary to the world outside. If he was gone, he'd be back soon. She was sure of it. He never seemed to leave for long. Nor did he stay for that long either. She tapped the wall of the alcove she was concealed in, her fingers drumming a steady pulse across the stonework. Suhr didn't like the feeling of waiting - She had been waiting for two years for her previous master to return, and it was not something she was eager to repeat. He has until sundown... she thought to herself. The ultimatum felt good to the Twi'lek, like she was taking control of the situation. This time, Suhr wouldn't wait - Not for long, anyway. She had no idea what she would do, or where she would go if Josiah failed to show up, but she had no intention of wasting her life waiting for other people any more than she had to...

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[Suhr]

Suhr leaned heavily against the wall, whilst she watched the last few inches of the sun descend beyond the horizon. The only thing to suggest it had ever been there was the warmth of the evening and the last trails of light that flickered from it's new resting place. A long sigh left her mouth - There was still no sign of Josiah. So she stepped forwards, away from the recess she had been lurking in. There were things she had to do.

The first of those was hunting down information - If she was not going to wait for the being that claimed to be her master, she certainly wasn't going to leave herself with nothing to do. And so Suhr made her way towards the archives, located within the western area of the Sanctum. She knew exactly what her objective was once there - Gather as much information on Makashi as she physically could do onto a datapad. It was a task that would take hours, but to Suhr, it was a better use of her time than waiting around and doing nothing for any longer...

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[Suhr]

It had taken Suhr the best part of the night, and the early hours of the morning to source and sort all the information on her chosen form. The Templar's archives were vast - Not so vast, persay, as the information in the Jedi archives on Coruscant had been in the golden era, before the Empire and the centuries that had followed, but they were still vast enough to take up Suhr's time. Yet she had done well. She now had three completely full datapads on Makashi and a strong desire to sleep, yet she couldn't. Not yet. She had to move on, and make her way to fresh pastures. Her time was something she needed to be more than efficient with.

It was time.

Time to travel light.

Suhr made a swift exit from the Archives in the mid morning sun, her hard earned datapads attached to her belt. Taking a swift right turn from the entrance to the almost hallowed library, Suhr began to skirt southwest along the perimeter of the Sanctum. She was headed to the main gate, and beyond it, the hangars. She was sure there would be a ship there, something that she could use to get herself off world... The only difficulty would be convincing a pilot, or perhaps one of the mechanics that she had urgent and pressing Templar business off world. Perhaps Ryloth would be a suitable excuse... After all, it was her species homeworld. She pressed on, somehow moving unnoticed among the hustle and bustle of the Sanctum during the morning. The guards thought nothing of allowing Suhr past the main gate - After all, it was well known to them that Suhr had taken a liking to the port city of Nime, and often stayed there as opposed to her quarters in the temple. The sun glinted off the exterior walkway, illuminating the pathway. It seemed to Suhr like the planet itself was showing her the way that she needed to go...

... So she followed it's lead, and moved swiftly towards the main landing pad. A few members of the Order paused to wish her a good morning - one even went so far as to suggest that she looked tired, and should really catch up on her sleep. She smiled, and made some remark about training at odd hours before continuing on her way. Suhr was close now. She could feel it... And then she could see it. A ship. Her exit from Roon, and from her eternal wait. Yet there was a problem. She could see it as clearly as she could see her ship. Someone else was taking it.

That wouldn't do.

She moved quickly, knowing that her course would lead her into a place she could never return from. Her lightsaber had found it's way into her hand, just as Suhr had found her way behind the Gran that intended to fly off into the Galaxy. He never heard the Twi'lek's well practiced and light footsteps. Yet he certainly felt the blade of the lightsaber she held burst out of his chest. If she had taken the time to look back once her saber had disignited, Suhr would have seen a look of shock and betrayal etched into his face, but she did not. By the time his still warm corpse had hit the floor, Suhr had climbed up the entrance ramp of the XS light freighter and slammed the button behind her to shut herself away from the potential backlash.

With her way out secure, Suhr made her way to the cockpit of the ship. She knew how to activate the engines and the autopilot on one of these things - Cytheria Vox had taken the time to show it to her in the year or so that they had spent waiting for Master Kytra to re-emerge from the Galaxy. The Twi'lek sat down in the captains chair, oblivious to the sudden rush of people running towards the corpse that lay at the foot of the ship. The engines roared into life. So did the lightsabers of the few Templars in the hangar. Yet she had a headstart, and the ships autopilot began to drag her out of the hangar bay, and into the atmosphere of Roon.

There was nothing that could be done. Suhr Dista, the apprentice of Master Josiah Denko, had publicly assassinated the Gran known as Kas Eom, a member of the Confederacy, and stolen a ship to boot.

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