Halt, Criminal Scum!

[Adder]

Terminus
Lower City
0100 hours

The stink of gasoline and sweat hung in the air like a thick blanket. After years spent in the rural backwaters of the galaxy, the stench filled her lungs like a clawing demon. It would make her eyes water, too, if she'd still had proper eyes. Her tear ducts, however, had been mangled beyond repair when the rest of the gooey mess had been gouged out.

Unfortunate side-effect, the doctor had said. Adder hadn't cared.

For a while, she hadn't cared about anything. Then the whole business with her arm came and went, and somehow that had fixed things. Strange, how the universe worked sometimes, but she was grateful for it nonetheless. After that, she swore she'd never fall into that rut of self-pity ever again, and she didn't.

Not frakking once.

So instead of feeling sorry for herself because the piss and putrefaction of the urban slums were gnawing away at her lungs, the woman pressed on, fingers a hair's breadth away from her trusty Westar. This was a bad part of town. Hooboy, was it ever.

Shady characters slipped in and out of sight at the corners of her vision as she walked down the alley. It was nothing but side streets down here, with broken windows and leaking pipes blasting polluted steam in your face. The ground had long disappeared under thin strata of finely compressed garbage, beaten into a substance of near-ferroconcrete consistency by the hundreds of thousands of feet and paws and boots that bore down upon it every day.

It made a silent approach almost impossible, but Adder managed somehow. Her noise reduced to an effective zero, the woman pressed herself flush against a spray-tagged wall of some old hovel. Her jacket nearly caught against a piece of twisted metal jutting out of the crumbling façade, and she had to bite her cheek to swallow the curse.

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, the ex-cop took a few breaths to collect herself. Distractions were eradicated or pushed to the very back of her mind. A roll of the shoulders to chase away the tense lines induced by stress and adrenaline. A sigh, finally, to empty her lungs of that foul odor of city.

Then Adder came barging in through the door, Westar in hand.

The first bodyguard went down before he made it even halfway to his sidearm, but the second one, a nimble little Rodian, was faster. A sloppy blaster shot scored a neat hole through her jacket before the woman returned fire and sent him sprawling across the floor, clutching at his knee in agony.

She sent them both to sleep with a sound boot to the face, grabbing a spare powercell from the Rodian's belt before heading down the stairs to the old bunker where her quarry had slunk away. There was no way out now; just a flight of steps and a reinforced ditanium door between them.

The thought warmed her as she descended, checking the combination to the blast door once again. Being an ex-cop had its perks. She didn't have to work strictly by the book anymore, her pursuit of justice unhindered by red tape.

The third bodyguard had taken the deal. A thick credit chit had changed ownership, along with a ten-digit combination. Simple.

Adder punched it in, held her breath, and stepped inside.

"Halt, criminal scum!"

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Cities, urban landscapes, Darth Ophidia never quite came to like them. It felt as though the atmosphere itself stuck to ones skin. The scents were unmistakable and the people, the people were the worst. They would tread water in an endless cycle to forget their suffering, too afraid to free themselves from the shackles of their own oppression. Out of all forms of weakness, this was the one she hated the most. Therefore, she would sometimes take assassinations in such areas simply to remind herself of why she carried such hate.

She clutched a shard of broken glass in her hand. Blood dripped from its edge down on the tiled surface. The blood was not her own, it had not cut through her gloves. It did. however, belong to the Neimodian gentleman strapped to the chair in front of her. His head swayed and a single word kept tripping over his lips, never coming quite to completion any more. Darth Ophidia leaned her head to the side and reached out to touch the exposed flesh where she had stripped the skin from his skull. He had told her so many nice things about her target. Such intimate details about his hideout. He twitched away from her finger as she touched him, but she didn't let him get away. Rather, Ophidia planted her palm on his skinless scalp and pushed his head back. Then, with a swift, but silky smooth motion, the assassin drew the glass over her captive's throat.

It was funny how much blood one could drain from a body, yet there was always splatter. She mused about this as she dropped the glass shard where she had found it when she crashed through the window, then proceeded to climb through, careful not to cut herself and leave blood to trace.

Ophidia's helmet filtered out most of the putrefied stench, but some always slipped through. Or perhaps it was psychosomatic? It probably was. Keeping to the shadows, staying near walls, the Pale Assassin closed in on the hovel that marked the shell of her target's hideout. Broken windows allowed her access and leaking pipes obscured her path, and all the way she placed her feet in the most trodden path. Her footprints matched the rest, both in size and make. She jumped over a fence and landed softly on the other side. The meshed metal made a sharp sound as it ground dryly, but she sensed no response from her surroundings.

Crouched low, she placed her hands over the ground and probed. She knew what she was looking for; the detail a person could recall under the knife was extraordinary. As she sensed the room under her feet, Ophidia stopped and focused. Was that a blaster? She did not have time to think about it. Just like on Coruscant. The Pale Assassin jumped, plucking a lightsabre-hilt from her belt as she dropped. However, where most would be stopped by the dirt, she fell straight through. Everything became dark, and then new light emerged as she landed on metal.

The bloodshine blade ruptured from its hilt and the Sith Lord swiped up with her glowstick of death. Her victim was just quick enough to turn and see, blaster in hand, the blade rising up to slice him in two like a well-functioning zipper. Then the door swung open.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

Back on Coruscant, they had trained them for a whole spectrum of possible sticky situations they might find themselves in one day. Most of them had dismissed that crap as useless busy work they would never use; just another couple scenarios to memorize, and then they could be out of there.

Now, Adder found herself wishing rather desperately that she'd been listening more closely to the lecturer droning on about Encounters With Force-Users 101.

Crapcrapcrapcrap!

Two halves of sizzling meat slid to the floor on either side of an ignited red saber, hitting the ferroconcrete with a resounding, wet smack.

Her instincts kicked in then, and muscle memory sent sparks along her nerves. Her lightning-fast finger bore down upon the hairtrigger of her Westar three times in quick succession, expelling three bolts of searing plasma at the Sith intruder.

Hopefully, at least one of them would hit their mark. At any rate, they would likely grant her enough respite to duck back out of the room and take cover behind the thick metal of the blast door. Even though she was sure that the pale creature on the other side could cut through in a matter of seconds, any sort of barrier beat nothing at all.

How the piece of Sithspit on the other side had gotten inside in the first place was a mystery to Adder, but this was neither the time nor the place to wonder about that particular conundrum. Some kind of fancy space-magic at work, no doubt.

Either way, she needed to get out of melée range posthaste, or she was looking at the same fate as the poor karker she'd been tracking.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Thum-thump. The sizzling flesh fell cloven in twain.

Darth Ophidia lifted her head in time to see the blaster, courtesy of Adder's outburst upon entering. The assassin had not expected such a sudden entry, or she would simply have left the target to deal with Adder and jump the survivor. The sudden burst of fear and plasma bursting from the woman told her she was not expected there either. What a curious coincidence. 'criminal scum' she had shouted. Was she a cop? No, the cops weren't planning anything like this. Vigilante then?

Reflexively, Ophidia pulled her left arm up in front of herself and created an angled field of static force-energy to deflect the shots. The plasma bounced off and crashed into the ceiling. Given a fraction of a second more, she would have used her sabre instead, perhaps batting one back at the shooter. Alas, it was not a perfect world. After the third shot, the pale woman flung her left arm out towards the door. As she did, the target's desk tumbled through the air and broke against the frame of the door. She hoped it would cover her for a few vital seconds.

The assassin looked up, staring seemingly into nothingness for a few seconds. She didn't know exactly how deep this bunker was buried, phasing back up would be risky at best. She imagined her legs stuck in the ground. Ophidia quite liked having legs. So, there was only one way out, and this woman stood in the way.

To avoid getting stuck in the middle of the room without cover, she jumped to her right, extinguishing her blade to avoid cutting herself, and rolled to cover more ground more quickly. Stepping into the corner, Ophidia leaned up against the wall. Hopefully, she had come close enough to make the blaster moot.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

[SIZE=14.6667px]crapcrapcrapcrapcrap[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The mantra continued unabated as she raked her brain for something, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]anything[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]. Time and time again, it was coming up empty.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Error, no results found.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Kark[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]!” she spat emphatically, expelling a shaky breath as she slammed her fist into the wall. The pain didn’t even register – she’d had the sense to turn it off – but the small dent it had made gave her an idea.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Before she could act on it the tell-tale sizzle of a lightsaber going out commandeered her attention once again, redoubling the cold sweat already breaking out all along her back. Force, she was dead. She was [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]so[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] dead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Scrambling at any and all bravado that she possessed – which was precious little in that moment – Adder opened her mouth and willed the hitch in her voice to go away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“You have nowhere to go, Sith!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]So far, so good. No tremble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“There’s reinforcements on the way,” what a blatant lie[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], “and you’ll be surrounded in seconds. Surrender now, and I’ll persuade the judge to be lenient.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“We’ll use the insanity defense, I’m sure you’ll be convincing.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Oooooh, that was unnecessary. Crap. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Crap[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Great job, Adder. Fan-karking-tastic.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Well, you’ve always wanted to meet mom and dad again, yeah? How sweet of you, catching the express flight to karking Netherworld[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Cutting off her train wreck of a thought, the redhead pushed off the wall and made a beeline to the exit, jumping three steps at a time and praying to all gods, extant or dead, to save her from the crazy-eyes in the basement.[/SIZE]


[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

With her shoulder resting against the wall, the assassin listened. Not only did she listen to the words on the other side, but she probed for the position of Adder. The emitter of her curved hilt shifted, left, right, up, down as she estimated where the person would be. Could her lightsabre cut through this wall? She did not know as she had never tried it on this compound before. However, it had cut through many things she had formerly thought impossible. As adder lied about the reinforcements that would come, Ophidia placed her thumb on the activation button and readied to impale. However...

“We’ll use the insanity defense, I’m sure you’ll be convincing.”

The sheer cheekiness of the suggestion made her pause as she processed it. A chuckle bubbled up from some place deep within her that still had humor, and as she activated the blade and thrust it at the wall. Adder had already moved. The wall gave a moments resistance before the blade burst out on the opposite side. Footsteps, no scream, she had gotten away. Damnable, slippery little Adder. Ophidia thumped the button again and pulled her blade from the wall while rounding the corner and starting on the stairs.

As the assassin placed a foot on the lowest step, she could see [member="Adder"] already at the top. Instinctually, a hand darted up as though to grab her. She willed the Force to grip at Adder's ankle with the intent of pulling her back down the stairs like a limp carpet.

"Scapegoat, how convenient."

 

[Adder]

She gave an undignified yelp as something cold and immaterial latched onto her trailing foot, tugging her backwards.

If she fell, she’d likely break her neck on the first step and finish her short journey at [member="Darth Ophidia"]’s feet, limp and lifeless. So, naturally, she couldn’t fall.

Her right arm shot out, grabbing the doorframe with a vice-like grip. Given that the fingers of that hand were cybernetic – it was, in fact, cybernetic as a whole – this grip was a pretty solid one. Even still, the woman teetered precariously on the top of the stairs, her purchase the only thing between her and Netherworld.

Adder didn’t like those odds, so she decided to fix them.

Twisting her body to the side, the redhead took aim down the silver barrel of her trusty Westar and depressed the trigger again, aiming to hit Baldie somewhere soft and squishy and painful. Because then the crazy Sith would stop trying to pull her to her death, and she could flee in the same panicked fashion that she’d been intending since the start.

“In your dreams, Baldie!”

These would either be her Famous Last Words™ or her Witty One-Liner™.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Ophidia pulled, but her new target was stuck. There was something off about a person who could hold on against such a pull, but it was not too uncommon in their day and age. With some reflection, cybernetics would be most reliant answer, but that indicated that one had time to think about such. The Pale Assassin did not divert time to think. Instead she shifted the grip on her lightsabre, preparing to throw it and impale the suspended probably-a-cop. Of course, things were not going quite as she had planned them this day.

Suddenly, she found herself staring down the barrel of a blaster. Or was it a ripper? Perhaps slugthrower? She did not have time to inspect and her blade-arm was drawn too far back to parry a slugthrower at this point. Instead, Ophidia pulled her left hand back and clenched into a fist, releasing the grip on the redhead's foot and creating a force-field to block whatever may be shot at her.

"Oh you have no idea what I dream."

To be quite honest, she rarely dreamt. Sleep simply consumed her most nights. Nightmares would indicate regrets; she had none. Dreams were unfulfilled wishes and she was just where she wanted to be: In peril.

After shots were fired, her hand lashed back out. Sending a blast of energy up the stairs like a destructive gust of wind to unbalance whatever may stand on top. Perhaps there were stealthier ways of going about this, but Darth Ophidia was beginning to enjoy herself.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

Witty One-liner it is.

The moment [member="Darth Ophidia"]’s grip on her leg relented, Adder launched herself forward with the help of her cybernetic arm, teeth clattering when she stumbled awkwardly over the clutter on the floor of the room.

Narrowly avoiding a face-first encounter with the wall, the former officer heard the junk behind her rattle around, and she ducked – belatedly – as a piece of what looked to be an ancient toilet seat shot through the air just beside her left ear.

She was completely, utterly, 100% certain that she didn’t want to know what Baldie dreamed about.

As she ran towards the exit, hoping to anything that might be up there that her speeder hadn’t been stolen or stripped for parts in the meantime, Adder did her very best to stem the flow of terrifying images her mind helpfully attempted to conjure. Based on what little she had heard and seen of the Sith, her subconscious immediately jumped to the worst of conclusions.

Blood, gore, vile acts and heinous crime all assumed some shape or form in the nightmares rolling in the back of her head, and the redhead wished dearly that she wouldn’t get the main part.

Adder was a downright abominable actress.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Quick, but calm steps carried Ophidia up the stairs. Her fingers flexed and relaxed rhythmically around the hilt of her sabre as her burning eyes trailed from side to side, soaking up the dusty, trash-littered surroundings. She jumped the last few steps as she could barely see Adder making for the exit. Did she really think she could run? Perhaps she thought she could hide? Perhaps she was truthful about the backup, in which case it could make a poor situation for Ophidia. Or, it could be a lot of fun. The blood-lust stirred within her. The dark side of the Force had that effect on its disciples.

As Adder was making for the exit, Ophidia threw her lightsabre after her. If the timing was on point, it would hopefully nail her to the wall and give the Pale Assassin time to close the distance. It was times like these she remembered why she used to carry a blaster. It was also times like these she remembered why she had a spare lightsabre on her person.

Two heartbeats after throwing the bloodshine blade, "Baldie" placed her left hand on her spare blade and ran after the one she had thrown, determined to chase down this redhead. In her mind, there were plans and ideas. Some of the ideas probably coincided with the images spawned in Adder's mind.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A greater hero in a lesser story might’ve exclaimed ‘Not today!’ as they dodged the oncoming lightsaber.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Adder lacked a number of qualifications to pull that off. Firstly, she was appalling hero material (reasons for which could fill a book saga, spawn a holoshow, and earn a few spinoffs to boot). Secondly, she didn’t believe in exclaiming things when running for her life, because she was rather fond of what little precious breath she managed to suck into her lungs. Her burning, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]burning[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] lungs. Thirdly, she had no way of anticipating the attack.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Well, almost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The hiss grew from faint to ear-piercing in the span of a second, which isn’t a whole lot of time for a puny mortal such as herself. But it [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]was[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] enough for her to twist around the doorframe, knuckles white, and swing her right arm wildly to intercept the Spinning blade of DOOM.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Never before had Adder been so glad that her cheap-ass cybernetic arm hadn’t come with the full package. The Coruscant PD just didn’t have the funds and the care to replace the missing limb with something fancy or durable.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With revolutionary Digitech™ you’ll forget you even have a cybernetic prosthetic! Our experts have devised the fail-proof way of connecting the nervous system with our Digitronics™; now you’ll be able to feel everything exactly the way you felt it before, only [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]more[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], deeper[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]![/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A hysterical laugh tore from her throat and time seemed to slow to a snail-like speed as the sizzling plasma slashed clean through the appendage just below her half-extended elbow. Frakking knife through butter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]But hey, it was enough to throw its trajectory off, and a metal arm was better than her head. She quite liked her head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Adder ducked behind the doorway without another wasted second, swearing in a myriad of languages as she straddled her speeder and kicked viciously at the gas pedal. It sputtered, and it sounded suspiciously like a the cruel laughter of the Universe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Then, with a groan, it finally roared to life, and the redhead darted into the smog and darkness of Terminus skies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Darth Ophidia"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Sacrificing one's arm in favour of survival, the pale assassin could only admire the will to survive. After being redirected, the blade stuck in one of the corridor walls just long enough for Ophidia to snatch it with her in the pursuit. As Adder jumped into the speeder, Ophidia kicked the severed cybernetic arm into her free hand with the intent of using it as an improvised boomerang.

It was one of those instinctual 'why not?' moments.

However, due to the racket they had caused by severing limbs and trying to start a speeder in a hurry, an unlucky and awfully grumpy-looking Muun opened his front door to inspect. His eyes widened for a moment as Ophidia swung the severed cybernetic limb like a club. The durasteel connected with his jaw, sending a ripple through his sullen skin as he collapsed. Ophidia did not have time to stop to finish the Muun, but left him passed out on the doorstep.

As Adder's speeder sparked to life and was about to take off, Ophidia quickly looked about for a second speeder to give chase. However, she would try one more thing before resigning to a speeder-chase. Why not catch a ride?

Biting the inside of her cheek, she could taste the blood in her mouth. The sting of pain fuelled her, awakening a deeper, lingering fury. The cold burning sensation of the dark side rushed through her as her body speeded up. Her legs bent and muscles tensed, the pale assassin prepared to leap after the speeder.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Sounds of a brief commotion, a yelp, and a lingering silence all reached ears. Barely. Her heart was hammering so loud that she couldn’t even hear her own labored breath. The only thing louder than the machinegun staccato against her ribs was the coughing and spluttering of the speeder under her ass.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]If the takeoff was rough, the ride was even rougher. Had she known such a thing existed, Adder would’ve compared it to a rodeo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The only thought running through her head were calculations of distance and speed. She held onto the blissful detachment of the math like a drowning man to a lifeline. If she slipped back into the nightmare reel of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]What would Baldie do? [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]she would pull the gun on herself and end it before crazy eyes could get her pale hands around her neck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Shuddering from fear – and the crappy amortization – Adder kicked at the pedal again, willing the rust bucket to move faster.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Naturally, the thing backfired on her out of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]sheer frakking spite[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]. Instead of a burst of speed, Adder, the speeder, and her heart all dropped like a stone. No, scratch that; they dropped like a big ole ferrocrete block tied around that drowning dude’s leg.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With her stomach in her throat, she jump-started the engine an arm’s length from the ground. A [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]severed[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] arm’s length.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Adder ignored its groans of protest and whipped the speeder around, zooming forward in a staggered pattern as the engine continued to act up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Darth Ophidia"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Having jumped in an attempt to catch the back of Adder's speeder, the Pale found purchase with her fingers for a mere moment before the vehicle lurched and the smooth metal surface slipped between her fingertips. As she fell and Adder resumed her "rodeo", what went through her mind was not fear or how she would survive, but a simple judgement of the sputtering speeder.

'What a piece of junk.'

Ophidia corrected herself in the air and slowed her descent enough to land in a roll and break the fall. Coming to her feet in a swift and fluid fashion, she stumbled a few steps before she could fully stop and make the world stop spinning. Glancing about, she took note of the speeder's trajectory before turning her attention to finding another speeder.

From her new angle, she could see the knocked out Muun in the doorway and the larger door around the corner, which she estimated would probably lead to a garage. Garages usually had speeders and the like.

Ophidia ran towards the garage, glancing over her shoulder at the streak behind Adder's spee-And it started falling- Perfect. Jamming her lightsabre through the control panel on the outside of the larger door, she made it open. The vehicle inside was by no means impressive, but it would do. She jumped in. The controls were much different from the speederbikes and swoops she usually drove, but she could figure it out. At least she lucked out on one point: She wouldn't need a key to start it. What kind of idiot left his speeder ready to go in this kind of area? Practically asking for it to be stolen.

Awkwardly getting the vehicle started, she grabbed on to the controls and lead it, less than carefully, out of the garage. Hopefully, Adder had not quite streaked out of view yet.

[member="Adder"]

 

[Adder]

Driving with one hand was… unfun.

Adder was sweating and swearing her way into the packed Lowtown traffic. Her backseat gymnastics earned her more than a fair share of odd looks. A couple of passersby even yelled helpful tips at her. Well, ‘helpful’.

The redhead didn’t have to know Sith well to know that she had scant seconds at best before Crazy Eyes was on her tail again. Baldie gave the distinct impression of a person who would stalk you to your doorway in the middle of the night, then murder you brutally in your bed. Antemortem torture optional.

At least the ache in her ass kept her head screwed on straight. The seat on this speeder had been on the low end of comfortable about a thousand years ago, which was, incidentally, also the last time when the bike had been repaired.

Silver lining, it kept her on her toes, and likely made any aiming with ranged weapons an impossibility. Then again, space-magic. Hopefully, Baldie was the sort who liked to do things up close and personal. That would require that she catch up.

And catching up in Undercity traffic at two A.M.? A difficult feat, space-magic or not.

With a determined sneer, Adder pitched her speeder and canted it to the left, then dived directly into the main artery. May the craziest driver win.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Stalk you to your door? Most certainly. Antemortem torture? Considering it. Darth Ophidia hit the speeder's throttle hard in order to catch up to the redheaded intruder. What awkwardness she had felt in getting the speeder started quickly faded as she got around to the most basic controls. It handled good enough and had some more than decent thrusters. When it came down to it, the steering was not all that different from her own swoopbike. If anything, a little simpler. However, now was not the time to marvel over the mechanical ingenuity of her ride. She had to keep her eye on the target, maintain focus.

Clipping her lightsabre back in its place at her side and keeping the steering level, she took the last few second before hitting the main artery of traffic to rummage for any kind of weapon left in the vehicle by its owner. As expected, there were none. The Force had given her a speeder, but not a blaster. Fine, she would make do with what she had.

When she hit the traffic, one could only describe her flying as positively suicidal - Unless, of course, one had space magic to back up one's driving. She had caught up a few seconds of Adder's lead, and kept her eye on the redhead's speeder, but Ophidia was behind none the less. Choking down a few grumbling words as another speeder slowed down in front of her, she tipped its nose down into a dive, and using the last of its forward momentum, launched herself over her obstacle.

Could she see what was on the other side? No, but the Force would provide or Ophidia would perish.

She landed on the back of a lighter speeder, almost tipping it over with her sudden weight. Grabbing the pilot's face, she twisted him out of his seat and took control of the vehicle. She would indeed have to make this close and personal. Adrenaline surged through her, eyes a-burning she punched the throttle so hard it almost shook her off with the surge of speed.

[member="Adder"]

Spoiler

Like, 5-6 months late. No biggie.