Relic of the New Republic
Abigail impatiently fiddled with her tumbs as she sat on top of one of the city's many rooftops, her legs hanging over the edge. She was both sitting on the edge and on edge herself, as she knew what was about to happen in this city and she knew that even though the rooftops were the safest place she could be right now- she would be in big trouble should she be found there.
Deadly trouble.
This was the reason she had sent an anonymous message to her master, [member="Alexandra Feanor"] . The message had been silent about why Abigail was where she was, but it had asked Alexandra to come as soon as possible.
While Abigail sat high above staring down at the streets deep in thought, around her the Force was more restless than ever, as if it was aware they could be struck down at any time.
Abigail mind wandered off to her own identity- or more specifically- whether people knew who she was.
No, she had been very careful not to reveal who she was, not to endanger the people she knew and loved and not to endanger her master and the New Republic.
By now, she had already made quite the name for herself. A few -a select few- knew not her name, of course, but about the hooded woman from the shadows. Abigail had been working for quite some time, striking down at slavers across a vast number of planets, sometimes alone and sometimes with help from others. The thought about one of those times where she worked with a rather young nobility made a chuckle escape from her lips.
This was one of the times she was alone, and only a few hours ago she had thought this to be an outpost just like the others.
Oh how wrong she had been. She had already been spotted before she had even made her into the area which was supposed to be holding the cells.
All things considered, Abigail should be grateful she was still alive. She had only received a minor cut on her left upper arm, which had unfortunately colored her cloak dark red on that side.
This was no ordinary outpost. Not only was it much bigger than the others, the security here was unlike anything she had seen before. The question wasn't whether they were guarding something special here, but what they were guarding.
It was this, mixed with the periodic cries from within the facility, that had pushed Abigail over the edge to call her master. She wasn't keen on letting anyone now who she was, and therefore she also didn't want to let Alexandra know, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If Alexandra would arrive, Abigail wouldn't openly share who she was, although she expected Alexandra to recognise her- even with the hood up and the scarf conceiling her mouth.
Maybe her master would and maybe she wouldn't.
Abigail would find out.
If Alexandra came. After all, it had been an anonymous message Abigail had sent, so the possibility of Alexandra not coming was definitely there...
So Abigail just sat there, fiddling with a makeshift bandage for her arm, and waiting with hope. Hope that Alexandra would come.
It was rather foolish.
Deadly trouble.
This was the reason she had sent an anonymous message to her master, [member="Alexandra Feanor"] . The message had been silent about why Abigail was where she was, but it had asked Alexandra to come as soon as possible.
While Abigail sat high above staring down at the streets deep in thought, around her the Force was more restless than ever, as if it was aware they could be struck down at any time.
Abigail mind wandered off to her own identity- or more specifically- whether people knew who she was.
No, she had been very careful not to reveal who she was, not to endanger the people she knew and loved and not to endanger her master and the New Republic.
By now, she had already made quite the name for herself. A few -a select few- knew not her name, of course, but about the hooded woman from the shadows. Abigail had been working for quite some time, striking down at slavers across a vast number of planets, sometimes alone and sometimes with help from others. The thought about one of those times where she worked with a rather young nobility made a chuckle escape from her lips.
This was one of the times she was alone, and only a few hours ago she had thought this to be an outpost just like the others.
Oh how wrong she had been. She had already been spotted before she had even made her into the area which was supposed to be holding the cells.
All things considered, Abigail should be grateful she was still alive. She had only received a minor cut on her left upper arm, which had unfortunately colored her cloak dark red on that side.
This was no ordinary outpost. Not only was it much bigger than the others, the security here was unlike anything she had seen before. The question wasn't whether they were guarding something special here, but what they were guarding.
It was this, mixed with the periodic cries from within the facility, that had pushed Abigail over the edge to call her master. She wasn't keen on letting anyone now who she was, and therefore she also didn't want to let Alexandra know, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If Alexandra would arrive, Abigail wouldn't openly share who she was, although she expected Alexandra to recognise her- even with the hood up and the scarf conceiling her mouth.
Maybe her master would and maybe she wouldn't.
Abigail would find out.
If Alexandra came. After all, it had been an anonymous message Abigail had sent, so the possibility of Alexandra not coming was definitely there...
So Abigail just sat there, fiddling with a makeshift bandage for her arm, and waiting with hope. Hope that Alexandra would come.
It was rather foolish.