Faction Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade [OPA]

[Abaigeal E'ron]

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t bring trouble”, partly true, after all it made life exciting, although a little bit too much excitement right now. "No deal breaker", she grinned in that brief moment with Judah Lesan .

The number of thugs started to slowly thin, the street battle concentrated in front of the Soup Kitchen, would soon draw other attention for the local authorities, and frankly, Abaigeal wanted this over with before they arrived. There would be to many questions, awkward once.

Audren found himself a powerful weapon and put it to good use, thinning the thugs even. They turned their attention on the Jedi, and he needed assistance. Yes, this is betrayal, but it was not until she turned in the direction of the Kitchen did, she see who had betrayed them. And more importantly, Asher was in danger. She did not have time to elaborate further. Cover Audren’s back, she added quickly.

She dashed to the serving window, placed her palm on the thick glass and focused through the force. In seconds, the glass cracked, the thin rivers spreading over the surface, that would be enough and Abaigeal stepped back raised her hands and force pulled the shattered glass to the street, she could not risk showering Asher in it, he would be cut to shreds.

The chef, her long-time friend continued to bear down on Asher with a cleaver in his hand. She could not believe it had been him that ratted on them. The force tightened around his throat, the cleaver fell out of his grasp at Asher’s feet, as he gasped for air and looked at her standing there with her hand raised to him. She would not kill him, she wanted answers from him now, and no doubt so would Asher. He was betrayed as much as she had been.

Her grasp reduced the air to his lungs, enough to render in unconscious and he fell to the floor. The rest of the kitchen staff pounced on the chef dragging him off and tying his hands before throwing him in the meat locker.

“Everyone inside”, she yelled over her shoulder, at least the Kitchen and the serving counter was better cover than the street. Abaigeal was the first through, and landed next to Asher, “Are you alright?”, she checked him over, looking for wounds.

Audren Sykes | Sinestra

 

[Asher]

Abaigeal E'ron // Audren Sykes // Sinestra // Judah Lesan

Asher ducked as the chef swung for his head only to feel a foot hook against the inside of his knee and pull. His back hit the ground with a thud, and as the normally snarky and self-assured man looked up at the shimmering cleaver above him and the chef that held it in his hands it grew increasingly difficult to tell what hurt the most. The back of his head, or the burn of betrayal?

Cans from nearby shelves had the cleaved knocked out of the chef’s hands as he stumbled over, the blade landing on the floor with a metallic clang as Asher remained downed, dumbstruck and utterly confused. As he slowly began to get up he clambered onto the counter and pushed against the pain that pulsated against the side of his temple with a violent sting.

The window cracked open and the others rushed to take the chef out. Abbie proved kind enough to help him out but the damage was done.

“I am fine.” He groaned against the pain, knelt down to pick up the cleaver and set off into the back of the kitchen without saying another word.

The man had suffered betrayal before and from people closer than the chef, but it was the principle of it that mattered. Trust was a precious commodity in these circles and Asher only had so much to spare.

Pushing open the door to the backroom where the now tied up Chef was, he raised the cleaver with an unsteady sway in his arm that gave away his concussion.

“You.” He almost growled and pushed further into the room. “We trusted you.”