Kill Your Masters

[Eyna]

The word ‘Jedi’ had caused a fury to burn at the back of her mind. Incomprehensible visions of training pierced her eyes with a sensory overload. It made no sense, but instinct was to take them out. Eyna had started the day off with the intention of staking the organization out and make a plan of attack, yet at some point the rain seemed to have started to fall. Anger changed to curiosity. For an hour now she had sat on a rock while glancing up at the sky to catch as many drops as she could. The wide open spaces were still a new sensation, and at times it was hard not to panic over just how vast it could be.

Eyna was soaked to the bone, her simple tunic and pants clinging to her with a wet embrace that would have been uncomfortable had it not been for her newfound fascination for the water that seemed to fall from the ceiling above. She let her eyes shift back down to the ground and found it hard to remember why she even was here anymore. Down below her hill patrolled a small unit of soldiers. She gave them a curious glance and began to look around her.

… Where was she, again? Her brow perked. Eliad. Elias? … Elian. No? The name was there on the cusp of her tongue yet she couldn’t quite seem to recall. Thought it wasn’t quite like before, this time she had quite simply forgotten it in the haste of escaping her captivity. Now having memories was a new sensation in and of itself. She knew only a few names but she treasured the ability to do so with all of her might. When alone she would repeat the names of the people she had met and try to bring forth the image of who they were. Yula Perl was the only one that really stood out, she had been the one to get Eyna out of her cell after all.

The sound of a foot against gravel brought Eyna out of her daydream. She turned on her heel and stood up to see a man dressed in a dark robe. A mask concealed his face, contorted his voice into something that was more reminiscent of a low growl.

“We meet again.” His mask gurgled at Eyna. “This will only take a moment, try not to resist.”

A sharp pain began to burn against Eyna’s skull much in the same way it did when she tried to remember anything past the last fourteen days. Her instinct took over and she grabbed the man to throw him to the ground. His concentration was broken but he did not falter. He pushed her back and she fell into a stumble. Eyna let her hand grabbed at him and she managed to pull him with her down the hill.

And that was when the commotion would get any harder for [member="Amon Vizsla"] and his crew to ignore. What had started as a small ruckus above them in a fairly decent ambush spot turned into the sight of two individuals rolling down the side of the rocky hill straight for them. Coming to a full stop the young girl would remain prone on the floor as she struggled to breathe. The man would have no such issue. His reflexes seemed far better than they should; force-enhanced.

Coming into a three-point crouch he stood up to look at the Jedi patrol, his hand raised towards them as if to offer a warning. The lightsaber on his belt was exposed from under his cloak and he gave them a hint towards them.

“This need not concern you.” He says, his mask still growling his every word under a deep filter. “Escaped convict. The master wants his inmate back.”

One of the soldiers would feel a burn inside of his head like that of a match getting struck against his cerebellum. There was an attempt to invade the man’s mind and turn friend to foe, or in the masked man’s case foe to friend. A warning should they desire to make a mistake.

“Back away, forget what you have seen.”

“Do not-” Eyna coughed and wheezed. “Do not listen.”

 

[Zef Halo]

Rangers Intelligence had pinpointed a large arms cache of an OS remnant terrorist cell on the Outer Rim planet of Eliad. A squad of Task Force Raider had been attached to the Intelligence unit as muscle with the squad split into three fireteams seeking the cache in designated sectors just oustide of the city.

Amon was part of one. They were light armed and equipped in order not to attract attention in this counter-terrorism ops. The fireteam of three moved carefully through a rather wide ravine when a commotion over from one side of the adjacent hill took their attention. Dust raised from the ground as a pair tumbled down the slope. Weapons were immediately raised and aimed at the two interlopers. A masked male spoke with a tone of authority that came naturally to him. He had been used to commanding subordinates more than breathing.

A grim silence befell the immediate area and the Mandalorian swore he could hear the hills holding their breath under the threat of the man with a lightsaber clearly visible on his belt.

The unknown woman on the ground broke it with a whisper that sounded like a shout.

“On the ground, legs crossed, arms behind your head.” the Vizsla ordered coldly. His eyes locked at the masked man.

Amon felt movement behind him from one of the other Rangers and just turned as the Ranger blasted one his comrades right in the head. His next kill would’ve been the Mandalorian had the latter not brandished his darksaber quick enough. The black blade erupted from its hilt with the notorious eerie buzz craving the attention it thought it deserved. Amon sliced through the barrel of the gun and when the man pulled the trigger again the weapon blew in his face throwing him backwards like a wall being demolished of an abandoned building.

The dark figure was nothing but lightning fast, his hand had formed in a fist and Amon felt his lungs crying for air.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

Eyna’s arm fell limp against the ground as one of the men responded to her pleas. The dark-clothed man was getting arrested, or so she hoped. Yet no sooner than the hope ignited it was gone again. The sound of gunfire and lightsabers drenched the immediate area; one with a loud roar and explosion, the other with hisses and hums. With a shaky push she got up off the ground and looked on as the two faced off.

The crimson red blade that extended from her would-be captor drenched them both in a light that for a second struck her as familiar. No sooner than the thought was there, and no matter how hard she tried to push and grab a hold of it, it was gone again. She felt her emotions flare up as the frustration of seemingly never knowing what was going on got to her.

“You impudent fool.” The masked man growled under his mask as he began to approach the soldiers with his arm raised for one of their throats. “Always in the way, always-”

Eyna had gotten up off the ground and began to run towards him. Her leg lifted off the ground to kick him behind his knee but never made the connection. As she began to extend she felt a blunt whack smack across her temple that flung her to the ground. His concentration was off

“Stay. Put.” A cold glower roared. “The Jedi are not your friends.”

And there it was again. With a single word he sparked a fire that she didn’t know she had. The burning at the back of her mind got worse with his presence. For a brief second she felt her vision blur but she fought against it, set her sights on the man with a rage that she could not control. With a confident stride she placed herself to the side of the man to flank him from the other side for [member="Amon Vizsla"].

“Neither are you.” She spoke, her teeth nearly cracking under the pressure. “And you never will be.”

He was now fighting on two fronts. On one end with highly fragile yet precious cargo, and on the other with a bothersome follower of the Jedi. His job had been a simple find and fetch job, but this wasn’t what he had planned for. For so long now the prototype had been close to finishing before it was lost, or so the master had believed, but seeing this the man in robes wasn’t sure. As he turned to face the one with the lightsaber, or some variation of it — he wasn’t quite sure — he left himself open for little more than a second. The girl was weak in body and mind he figured, he could handle her if she decided to attack. Yet in that moment he felt the anger that burned inside of her, but that was who she had been programmed to be. Surely it was to be expected, maybe the programming was working.

With one hand pushing her away he swung for the man.

“Die, Jedi!” He outright demanded. “Learn to recognize-” He grunted as he took a mighty swing for the Vizsla man’s head. “Superiority.”

 

[Zef Halo]

The hand dropped and Amon felt the relief of air storming his oxygen deprived lungs once again. He gasped hard with vile coughs and almost lost his footing. The Mandalorian felt nauseous and his blurred vision slowly cleared to see the woman had taken the masked man’s attention.

Briefly.

He had shoved her aside and went straight for the Vizsla with a cackling red blade that cut through the air savagely at him. He carried doom itself with the swing of his lightsaber. Amon picked himself up and met the enemy’s lightsaber with his own darksaber. For a moment the strength of the masked man seemed to overwhelm him only until Amon heard him calling him a Jedi.

Je’tii?!

The insult fueled adrenaline through his veins and Amon barked out back:

“I am Mandalorian!” the announcement seemed to gift him a surge of strength to parry back the masked man and almost disarm him with the twist of his dark blade.

“Puny, just like her.” came the reply from the masked man with a tone imbued with arrogance. He was about to raise his hand once more but Amon gave him no quarter. Just like his father had taught him to fight those gifted with the Force.

Defeat them with stamina.

The Mandalorian lunged forward with an unrelenting salvo of slashes and stabs keeping the enemy’s concentration away from the Force.

“Woman!!” Amon cried out when he saw the opening for her to strike.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

“Inbred cannon fodder.” An unfamiliar voice swept through Eyna’s mind as her temporary ally identified himself as a Mandalorian. “Useful if you don’t have the men to spare.”

Before her stood a man with the face of a beast. A cathar with a scar that ran along his cheek all the way down his throat. His eye was as white as the clouds above them, and the fur matted with age and fury. She was kneeling before him, but it wasn’t her body that did it. Her fingers were too fat, the long black hair that covered parts of her vision unlike anything she was familiar with.

“Of course, master.” She said. Or rather, the man in the memory said. And with that she was back in the real world again without any better understanding of what was going on. Her anger changed into fear for a second. Before her the man staggered under the onslaught of the Mandalorian’s anger. Under the mask he almost let a small impressed grin spread from side to side in malicious intent as he backed further and further away towards Eyna. It was as if he didn’t notice her, his focus set entirely on his assailer until finally the man with the blackened blade called for her.

Without hesitation she pushed her foot to the other man’s knee to bring him off-balance. A hand tore at the mask on his face to pry it off of his face to reveal who exactly it was, but the struggle was in vain. With a mighty push she was flung into the air and landed a few good feet away.

As the man got up he noticed the small cuts in his robe.

“Someone has taught you well.” He said and lunged at Amon once more. “Too bad you picked the wrong side.”

 

[Zef Halo]

The woman struck the man driving him off balance but unfortunately for Amon she had also shoved him just an inch away from a decisive blow. He was a well-trained Force User, quickly recuperating from the sudden distraction and leaving the Mandalorian no more openings.

Amon ignored the man’s comment as it would only bring him the distracting memories of his father training him. Instead he used it as a fuel. He unleashed a savagery of swings and slashes as surprising as a trump card upon the masked foe until he finally gave in to the Mandalorian. Amon’s furious swing struck the enemy’s blade too far away from his frame and with an unnaturally graceful twist of the darksaber he cut the man’s arm from the elbow below.

A shriek followed but before Amon could’ve finish him off, the man used his free arm to hurl him like a rag doll away with the power of the Force. This was not the first time the masked man had been severely wounded. He knew pain better than anyone else.

Without another word, perhaps saving his strength to remove himself from the area, the masked man growled and with the aid of the Force fled from the scene. Perhaps Eyna could hear him rumble under his nose with murderous vile: “This is not over.”

And perhaps for her it was not, perhaps her demons of her mysterious past would never cease haunting her.

Nonetheless, this battle was over. Mournful silence replied the buzz and adrenaline of the clash. Two Antarian Rangers lied dead. Another collateral damage done by those who wielded the Force. Another reason upon the pile for the Mandalorian to distrust Force Users.

He picked himself up, his blade deactivated but still the hilt in his hand, and he moved towards the woman with the steps and posture of a typical soldier. Muscles moaned under his light armor after the strength draining bout a moment earlier.

Amon stopped a safe distance away, he had no idea if she would be a threat or not.

“Who are you and do you have any relation with the One Sith Remnant?” he asked tonelessly with an intimidating gaze.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

It was becoming far more trouble than it was worth. The man in robes pushed the Mandalorian off of himself and made an exit. There would be more chances to retrieve the cargo, but right now it was proving far too bothersome to be worth it. With his window open he set off, but not before letting the girl know that he was onto her. That she had nowhere she could hide. His words would linger like venom on her mind, left her paralyzed and unable to act as he left them both behind.

By the time her nerves unwound he was already far gone. As she shook the last of her nerves awake she turned around to look in the direction that he had run off. The answers she wanted to get was lost to her again and her focus quickly moved over towards the Mandalorian. Her jaw was left hanging as she heaved for air. The tunic on her still stuck to her, and so did her hair. Dirt had smeared across her entire body and face, bruises took shape on her ribs, arms, and legs.

“I-” She groaned in pain to the man’s question. “I don’t know.”

With an involuntary twitch she twisted to her left. Another memory flashed before her, a white flash of incoherent, incomplete faces. Her right arm fidgeted into a claw grip around her left arm to grab at the scars concealed under the arm of her shirt. Her left hand spread wide open with a cramped, shivering stiffness. There was a figure of a man on a throne that was seen from a distance, but the memory once again was not hers. The dark robe on her shoulders reminded her of the man who had just attacked them.

“I- I don’t know!” She whimpered under the pain of her own mind’s torment. Her eyes rose up to meet Amon’s. There was an undeniable sense of fear inside of her, yet a fire still burned bright behind those green eyes.

 

[Zef Halo]

He watched her warily from above as she sought air- no, life even. Now that was a damaged person. Amon couldn’t tell her mental state but physically she looked like she’d went to war bareknuckled. The lapses of her body twitching and twisting oddly occasionally made him tighten his grip of the darksaber’s hilt.

She told him she did not know her identity and met his distrusting eyes. Thoughts rushed through his mind rapidly. The well taught lesson by his father rang across his mind.

Culling of the weak.

Amon almost turned around to leave her as she was. She was not his problem and she seemed rather...unstable. Let her be. Die or live. A culling.

But he pushed it back.

The irresistible force to change met the immovable blockade of habit.

“Stand up.” the Mandalorian said cooly and offered no hand. He carefully thought his next series of words.

“The Silver Jedi can help you.” Amon stated almost mechanically. He didn’t why he said it but he knew it was the truth. “And you might be valuable to the One Sith Remnant.”

He gave her a long piercing gaze before he slightly leaned towards her.

“Push your mind...” Amon said but his words faded as he realized he could not put a name on her. “Whatever your name is.”

“Remember!” the word came as an order.

Two men had died an unforgiven death because of her altercation with that masked Force user.

She had to remember.

Even just a drop.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Eyna pushed herself off the ground and rubbed at her neck. The mention of Silver Jedi triggered another memory. Blonde man with his wife, the grandmaster. She shook the vision from her mind and looked over at the man. He was intense, far more intense than she would have thought. His gaze burned against her skin, and for a second she felt her own gaze turn away.

Demanding her to remember didn’t do much.

“I need a- a trigger!” She shouted back at the man, her glare at him growing more bitter with mounting frustration. “I can’t make any sense of it.”

No sooner than the images were there they were gone again as if they weren’t hers to recollect, leaving Eyna with little more than the memory of having remembered something. She tried to recollect, call on the feeling of remembering, but ultimately there was nothing that she could do but let out a sigh as she backed off from the Mandalorian man who demanded that she’d remember what she forgot to remember.

“Words. Give me words.” She said, carefully getting herself ready in case the man would try anything. “Like, uh…”

“Hmm.”

It was hard to remember what you forgot to remember in the end.

 

[Zef Halo]

He watched her stand up measuring her up to be somewhere a head off beneath him in terms of height. A slender, and even slightly malnourished figure fitted poetically the ragged clothing she wore. She looked exactly how he imagined an escaped slave would look like. Was the masked man her slaver? An enforcer for the slaver? The Mandalorian recalled stories of large slaver organizations which yielded sufficient power and influence, so why not being able to hire a powerful Force user?

Or was it something more relevant to his mission? The One Sith Remnant? Quite more likely so, otherwise the coincidence was far too large. Amon could not strain his mind any further, especially when she made herself so clear she could not remember a thing. She plead for words from the most laconic person this side of the galaxy, other than a mute.

"Your name." He said coldly before snapping and grabbing her shoulders giving her a good jerk.

"Your name! What is it?!"

"Are you related to the One Sith in any way??" the usually composed Vizsla growled at her.

A Mandalorian knew to get his way almost solely by force and strength.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

The nerves beneath her skin curled up into a tight ball as he grabbed her shoulders. Three distinct sharp inhales parted Eyna’s lips as she hyperventilated and tried to get herself back on her feet. Yet there was never a third exhale. Her eyes glossed over, lost their focus as she proceeded to seemingly stare right through Amon. Across the periphery of her vision ran a darkness that began to cloud her very mind. Black, oily tendrils reached out for her like a piece of cloth stuck in the winds before they wrapped themselves around her entirety. She shook in place, like a small shivering deerling in the grasp of Amon.

“The Dark Lord is what?” A worried woman’s voice echoed from across a table. “Surely-”

“I said dead.” The dark raspy voice of a familiar man murmured. “The dark lord was betrayed by those closest to him.”

“Then what does this mean?”

“... Opportunity.”

Unbeknownst to Eyna she had muttered the very same few words that the man had under her breath. Her mind finally coming to she let in a deep inhale and pushed herself out of Amon’s grip. There was a moment before she got back on her feet and put herself in a defensive stance. The form was out of shape but still visible. The same thing had happened when she had gotten surprised during her rescue.

“My name is Eyna.” She finally said, quite clearly still shook from what had just happened.

 

[Zef Halo]

Physically, she was still in his hands but mentally - somewhere in the Unknown Regions, for all he knew. Drifting away in a lapse of trance she uttered cryptic words about a dark lord which made Amon grow a deep frown on his face. Just as she might've spilled further information that would've made far more sense, she snapped out of his grip like a trapped mynock and raised her arms in a faint guard.

“My name is Eyna.”

The Mandalorian nearly activated his darksaber but reason got the better of instinct. He wasn't sure what to say to her but introduce himself, too, with a very authoritative tone.

"Amon Vizsla."

He looked her up and down as if trying to unravel the enigma surrounding her simply with the command of his eyes. Obviously, she was no buy'ce and that did not work.

"The Jedi will help you figure it out." he stated and jerked his head around. "We must leave, there is a chance the masked man could be coming back with reinforcements."

He barely trusted Jedi but Eyna looked just the weird case for a Jedi to handle. Her defensive stance had earlier caught his notice that she might not be as weak and frail as she seemed. Far from it, too. Taking her to the Silvers would mean he had to keep his wits about him, lest her odd lapses of trance turned murderous.

"Come with me."

"or die when he comes back."

Hardly a choice, really.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Amon Vizsla. Eyna repeated the name over and over in her head trying to memorize it as best she could. The face was already there, imprinted out of sheer fear from having been torn into a frightful trance. It wasn’t hard to see that he was a cold man, someone who had no second thoughts about anything he had ever done. So was this what a Jedi was? Her lips curled into a frown at the thought and her eyebrows furrowed in worry, yet she followed the man regardless. The Jedi might have been a danger, but she would rather follow him out of here than stand to face the Masked Man by herself. A hesitant unknown was preferable to a dangerous known.

For the hike she didn’t say much. Instead her attention seemed to linger on the road as they walked. Silence seemed to be a preference for the both of them and Eyna was fine with that. The less he talked the less intimidating he seemed and the more time she had to collect her thoughts again. This was not what she had expected, but running off from the doctors who had taken care of her generally hadn’t been on her mind either. It was like an involuntary reflex, as if the word Jedi had triggered a flip at the back of her mind. Now she wasn’t so sure what it even meant. Not that she ever had, but the confusion grew worse for each incident that she had encountered.

The rain stopped at some point. Eyna didn’t realize it until her eyes averted from the road and up towards the clearing sky. Her lips parted as if to ask Amon something, yet the words wouldn’t come out. She shook her head and began to look around them. It was hard to miss the smell of wet dirt. It was even harder to miss the black dot coming towards them on the horizon.

“Amon Vizsla.” Eyna said to get his attention and pointed on the horizon. “I think something is coming for us, Amon Vizsla.”

That was what the people at the rescue camp had taught her. Full names were what they wanted as well as titles, but she didn’t know of any title to give Amon.

A dust plume seemed to kick and stir behind whatever it was that came towards them. Upon closer examination it would seem to be a small carriage big enough for eight or so troopers. Eyna’s fists tightened with worry. It came up the road from where they had just left the corpses of dead Antarian Rangers. Yet the transport did not seem to be of any known Silver Jedi models.

… And something at the back of Eyna’s mind told her it wasn’t her would-be captor either.

“Do we hide?” She asked and looked up at Amon. “Or do we run?”

 

[Zef Halo]

The road seemed endless making him realize how long the trio of Rangers had traversed earlier before two of them met their demise under the miserable and cowardly spells of the masked man. Maybe it was because it had not rained during their trek earlier so there was no mud to slow their tempo.

Eyna remained silent just like him throughout the hike for which he appreciated. He'd never been much of a talker and socializing sounded like a term of a science he was nearly ignorant of. Perhaps the mysterious woman was lost in thoughts, lost in her mind.

Or simply had lost her mind.

She gave him that impression but Amon refused to turn it into his problem. No, this was a Jedi's job.

“Amon Vizsla.”

He halted and glanced at where she was pointing.

“I think something is coming for us, Amon Vizsla.”

It was.

The clouds of dust rising behind a repulsor vehicle headed their way said as much. Not Rangers, Amon was certain. His mind completely skipped the thought of calling for reinforcements and even if it didn't - they would be here much after this bout ended.

“Do we hide? Or do we run?”

Amon looked around and his eyes fell upon a mound to which he commented.

"Too far to hide." he stated as a matter of fact. "Too fast to outrun."

The Mandalorian gave her an intimidating glance and ordered. "Do not be useless, Eyna."

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And just like that in what seemed to be one perfectly executed motion, Amon reached for a small device and tossed it at the ground. A large shield sphere of energy popped around them just as blaster fire hailed them from the fast approaching vehicle. He unsheathed a vibrodagger and tossed it at Eyna, not even looking if she caught it and then the same hand unslung the hanging blaster shotgun. The other hand had already activated the darksaber.

"Hitch the ride. I will slow it down!"

And the shotgun sang with an explosive thud which muffled all other sounds without a stop. It hit home after a few blasts which grew more accurate the closer the vehicle got. One of the repulsor engines surrendered completely and the vehicle substantially slowed down as one side of the vehicle began dragging itself through the ground.

Eyna better hop on that maw of doom full of marauders.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

Don’t be useless. It felt like an oddly familiar command. She weighed the blade in her hand and glanced at the vehicle coming towards them. Fingers wrapped against the small hilt with a determined grip and she got herself into a ready position. As the shotgun blasts began to thunder and the vehicle tear into the ground Eyna set off into a sprint.

It was all about the focus. The voice in her head told her so.

Focus and determination, let the anger sweep through and when the time was right…

Eyna leapt alongside the speeder and got onto it with unnerving ease. Within a moment her dagger struck true and within another it hit the spot again. Using the weight of the dead man’s body she tossed it overboard and set her attention on one of the others. Part of her wasn’t there anymore. That shy little girl with the injured rib cage had seemingly disappeared in an instant at the threat of danger.

The winds whipped her hair across her cheeks but her focus remained unbroken. The man in front of her began to run for her, a vibroblade swinging wild for her head. She lifted her hand to block it with her dagger but found herself knocked back by his power. She fell on her back, rolled back onto her feet and began to assess the situation again.

She was on a speeding vehicle.

It was going somewhere she had no clue where, and she had potentially just left her only means for a rescue behind to jump aboard. The man before her had both strength and reach on her, and she had no idea how to make this any better.

“Amon Vizsla?” Eyna shouted. “Could I get some help here?”

 

[Zef Halo]

The thunder of the shotgun ceased the moment Eyna boarded it surprisingly gracefully. He had no plans of her turning into collateral damage just like the two comrades he had lost recently due to the masked man. She shouted out for him and Amon realized he'd just been standing and watching her stab the marauders while the vehicle sped away.

Amon aimed at the vehicle and hit a button on the side of shotgun. A grappling hook darted away like a snake and bit the railing of the vehicle. As it was pulled to its maximum the clutch was released and the Mandalorian took flight into the vehicle right with a drop kick at the man threatening Eyna with a vibrosword sending him over from the vehicle.

Just as he landed facing Eyna, an opportunist took the chance to strike him from behind.

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

The moment passed for little more than a second. The motions of someone moving up to strike at Amon from behind was hard to miss in the moment it happened, but up until then she had been far too busy with the man that had nearly overpowered her.

She acted fast and without hesitaiton. The knife in her hand swept through the air to find the throat of the man behind Amon in a precision throw that one wouldn’t have expected. Inside of her she felt fury blossom and burn against the surface of her skin. A glower set on each and every single marauder around her like a rabid animal seeking its next target.

She pounced at one of them, latched onto his shirt and pushed him to the ground with her dagger repeatedly digging and sweeping in and out of his flesh with an increasingly unfocused rip and tear.

There were people coming for her. The scene before them caused them to tremble, to some extent -- she was still little more than a child, after all -- but she was still just another target. A swift backhand decked her across the face with force that threw her off the man, dagger stuck in the man’s chest as she slid against the floor back towards Amon.

 

[Zef Halo]

A knife flying at high velocity at your face was certainly not a welcome surprise. Fortunately, Eyna struck home the marauder creeping behind him killing him on the spot. If that wasn't surprising, then when she mutated into a feral child ripping and tearing assailant after assailant with ferocity he'd last seen shared among Mandalorians and their pets - the notorious strills of Mandalore. It brought a short lived smile on his face before he had to take down the next fortune seeker with a sharp vibrosword swinging at him.

Someone smarter used his gun and opened a burning gash on Amon's triceps. Amon reacted quicker and his shotgun sent the man to the Netherworld before the next pull of the trigger. Just as he turned around Eyna came sliding down towards him leaving a man raging at the knife stuck in his chest, he took it out but his ticket to hell was already printed. The shotgun roared once more and off he went.

"Get up." Amon ordered and turned toward the reckless driver behind the wheel of the repulsor vehicle. The darksaber passed through the transparisteel of the cabin and into his head, and Amon swung into the small cockpit as he threw the dead bandit off the vehicle.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked, actually interested. Then he recalled she barely remembered her name. "You don't remember, do you?"

[member="Eyna"]

 

[Eyna]

[member="Amon Vizsla"]

The blunt pain from where the hand had struck across her face throbbed against her skin to the rhythm of her increasingly deeper anger. Amon did not need to tell her to get up. Eyna pushed against the ground and placed herself back on her feet again with seeming ease. Yet once again she seemed distant, almost as if the girl that had been picked up by the wayside was gone and in its place was a far more competent fighter.

Amon posed a question, and got a response.

“Father.” A growl-like hiss parted through her gritted teeth before she set off towards the man who had once held her dagger. She pulled the hilt into her hand from afar, went low, and felt fairly little as it impaled against the lower back of one of the marauders. His legs gave way. He collapsed to the ground with a shriek and with that Eyna turned to look at the rest of the marauders. There were only a few left. From what she could see it was three of them and they themselves didn’t seem particularly keen on continuing a clearly losing fight. Morale was down, their leader most likely dead at the hand of Amon’s shotgun blast and many other friends because of their poor choice of target.

“We surrender!” Exclaimed one of them.

“Honest, we do!” Exclaimed another.

“Please, this- this was a mistake.” The first one tried to reason.

“A- a-... A huge mistake! We’ll leave you alone, just let us live.” The third one tried to chip in as they all raised their arms.

Eyna looked towards Amon. With fire in her eyes she began to shake her head left to right as if to urge him to take the shot. They had slighted the wrong person, poked the wrong hornet’s nest and they weren’t getting off the hook that easy. They had surrendered, and at this point it was a question of morals. Eyna had already thrown her vote on the table, it remained for Amon to decide.

 

[Zef Halo]

To her reply the thought that the masked man was her father flashed across his mind. But Amon doubted that to be case. A father usually fought tooth and nail for an offspring, right? Perhaps the masked man was an enforcer to her father? Or was it all an unneeded fantastical distraction occupying his mind right now? Most likely.

Eyna made quick, lethal work of one of the marauders and that was the end to it. Sort of. The bandits surrendered, weapons dropped on the ground and the plea for mercy left their mouths.

It would've not taken more than a millisecond for his father to execute his bloody choice. As a matter fact, [member="Ronan Vizsla"] never had ay choices. Just decisions. He almost fell his stare at his back analyzing every move, every thought he made. Measuring him, judging him.

Enough.

"Round them up with that steel rope over there. We will drop them off to the local authorities." Amon ordered almost not believing himself but he faked the coldest gaze (not really hard for him) at Eyna making sure she followed his word.

After this was done, they had to leave the planet.

Fast.

The masked man was certainly not a man of empty threats.

[member="Eyna"]