Arrogance

[Marcus Tritum]

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Whys don't matter. That's what I've learned in this galaxy. Wars happen on whims. A few bystanders who walk in front of a Sith will get slaughtered because he felt like it. That's what this kriffing galaxy is, you know. Just a bunch of powerful people waltzin' around, doin' whatever the hell they want to whoever they want. And I'm just so damn tired of it all.

I've put up with these Forcers and their uber-abilities for too long. I tell myself I'm hunting monsters, but every time I work for one of them I ask myself the question: who's the real monster here? That mindless horned fugly rampaging around, or the guy who can chuck speeders without lifting a finger? I'm so racked by doubt I'm not even sure what's right or wrong anymore. Morality is kriffing up, down and sideways. Everyone seems so sure they're right. The Jedi have to exterminate the Sith. The Sith have to establish peace through Galactic dominance. The Protectorate? They think freedom is great, but how much? Who knows. And the Fringe? Don't get me started.

We say we kill the worst of society, but whenever I look up the chain of command I see some genocidal fascist holding the reins.

So kriff me if when I see some wanted forcer strutting around I don't take my chance. Just so happened it was that Rekali chick. She'd been all over the holonews a few weeks ago. Now here she was, on Korriban. Korriban is a great place to hunt bounties, you know. Jedi and Sith come there all the time. Don't know why the kriff they do. The scenery sucks Kowakian monkey-lizard ba- Anyway.

Sometimes I hang out on Korriban in full armor, waiting around for a Jedi or Sith to appear. Mandos will pay money for Sith. Sith will pay money for Jedi. 750,000 credits, to be exact.

I waited until she went into a dry gulch. Maybe she was onto me, or maybe I just had some good luck. Didn't matter. I wasn't too worried. I felt pretty confident in full Terentatek-class armor. The CC13 carbine in my hands and the modified Valicore pistol on my hip upped it a little too.

I came down the ravine behind her and leveled the carbine at the back of her head. Maybe she'd been one of the good guys once. Maybe not. Jedi, Sith, I don't care anymore. I've watched too many friends die to both sides. The Fringe just sits on their hands these days. All I saw was a good opportunity to put some food on the table.

"Rekali. Don't move," I growled, "Put your hands on your head and turn around slowly."

 

[The End Narrator]

Aaralyn blinked a couple of times, at first she didn't sense danger but then it clicked when the weapon was pointed at the back of her head. Immediately, she was filled with confusion and a slight sense of fear as she turned to face her assailant. Amber hued orbs would gaze upon the figure of [member="Dak Canton"] as she brought her hands up slowly and brought them behind her head, clasping them together. Her voice would slightly tremble as she spoke, still trying to understand what was going on. "I don't understand, do I know you? Or perhaps wrong you in another life?"

The Force was there, as it was everywhere.

Inner peace, she thought to herself, trying to calm her senses. She would focus within, trying to gain a sense of what she might have done to this man...or at this point did it matter? She took a deep breath and continued to allow the Force to flow through her. She knew ultimately what it was going to come down to, something she would deeply regret.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

"No. You just exist."

I lowered my blaster carbine at her kneecap and squeezed the trigger once. Call me a softie, but I don't like killing just to kill. Besides, there's more credits for her sorry hide alive.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Simplicity at it's finest.

He took the shot and she responded in turn.

Although he was wrapped up in some anti-force armor, his weapon was not. The Force was there and she was prepared, she felt the danger present and clear before her and with that her fingers made the motion as he squeezed the trigger. A nudge of energy would be directed at his blaster rifle, one just powerful enough to redirect the shot to hit harmlessly into the ground next to her. As it would, her hands would come down suddenly and blazingly fast, ripping her sabers free from her belt and igniting them with a snap-hiss and a rotating whoosh as she stared down her opponent.

It was a last resort and it wasn't something she ideally wanted to do, she made a face at him, grimacing slightly. "Please don't make me do this..." She said as she took up a Jar'Kai stance, her right sliding back whilst her left went forward. Her left saber would come down and point to the ground at an angle while the right would stay above her head. She was ready and knew he wouldn't care what she said. He was prepared to take her in, dead or alive and she got that from him. Maybe, just maybe she could convince him otherwise.

[member="Dak Canton"]