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Vulpesen
The forest trees blurred by Darth Ayra has she ran through them. Weapon in tow and guided by the Force the Sith was a spectre on the wind. Fast and elusive. As she ran death surrounded the forest as the faceless masks of
Stormtroopers and other automatons brought to bear by
Ignacious Korvan
's legions fought to the death against the
Alliance heroes. Some turned their weapons to fire upon her as she fled, only to miss or find their bolts of turbolaser redirected by the crimson light in her left hand. Furious the angel fell towards the beachhead that the
Dark Empire had seized in their attack on the
Kaleth Temple.
Had Ayra
lost? The thought was unbearable when matched to her conceited
perfection. No... this was not a loss. It was a strategic withdrawal. Tonight Ayra had learned much about her nemesis: the man who had- with the help of others- overpowered her on
Alderaan and consequentially put her into the grasp of the
Jedi Council who had locked her away for fifty, long years in held stasis. Vulpesen had been the blunt weapon used by her enemies on that fateful day, and he would pay for what he had done to her.
The trees thinned and the beachhead appeared in the horizon. Stopping at the treeline which separated her from the
no man's land that were the fields situated in front of the perimeter of the
Imperial forces Darth Ayra reached into her belt and removed the commlink. Patching into the Imperial frequencies Ayra hailed the guards that were holding the beachhead from
Alliance incursion.
"Delta-Echo-Foxtrot," Ayra spoke into the commlink. She did well to hide her disgust and the fury in her voice.
"It is Lord Ayra. I am returning to base."
"Rodger, Foxtrot," replied the distorted tones of some male hidden behind a mask.
Putting away the commlink Ayra deactivated her Lightsaber but held it in her hand while drawing the cowl of her robe over her head. Marching across the fields and into the base she passed the corpses of the fallen. But Ayra paid them no attention.
The only thoughts that she could grasp upon were ones of
revenge.
Entering the hangar bay Ayra marched by
TIE Fighters that were about to launch. Ahead the
Initium waited for her. Boarding the craft Ayra fastened the curved hilt to her belt and lowered the hood from her head. As she discarded the tunic that she had been wearing it was only then that she realised that she had been injured. A gash the size of her fist was oozing blood from her hip. It was undoubtedly caused by the last attack she had used on Vulpesen as she fled the temple.
As she applied pressure to the wound Ayra activated a protocol unit to fly the ship. As the landing ramp retracted and the
Initium begun to rise Ayra lowered herself into the co-pilots seat and finally relaxed. Every fibre of her body hurt from the duel and the wound on her hip would required medical attention. But all that Ayra desired was a long, dreamless sleep after tonight. Indeed, as the ship engaged it's cloaking systems and slipped away from the battle towards parts unknown Ayra closed her eyes with the knowledge that taking Vulpesen down would require a dastardly plan.