Purple And Red
Location: Elphrona Outpost
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Remy Singh
With her mind focused, Mi'la felt that Remy herself was focused as well. She smiled, looking down to the datapad, as she began to pull at the thread of history within, and weaved it between herself, and Remy.
"This might be disconcerting, but don't panic, you won't be harmed." She advised, shutting her eyes as she focused, and let her mind sink into the thread that shifted between the pair, as within the minds eye of the two Jedi, an ancient memory would begin to play.
A larged armored woman stood within the room they now occupied, an orange saber blazed in her hand, as she fought off several large battle droids, driving them back, as behind him dozens of padawans seemed to try and cower from the blaster fire that leaked into the room. The warrior was vicious, cutting into droids left and right, slaying them all in quick succession, and in moments, she had slain them all to the last, leaving herself panting, as she leaned, catching her breath. Her armored helm concealed her identity, but through the blaster marks on her armor, patches of rough red skin could be seen.
"Master Mi'arta, are you okay?" One of the children asked, as the tall woman waved a hand dismissively at their comments.
"I'm fine padawan, now hurry, we need to get you out of here." She said softly, pulling a familiar looking datapad from her belt, as she pressed a key upon it, and a loud hiss sounded from the back of the room. A concealed passage parted, the stone benches sinking into the ground, as a secret passage was revealed, though the Jedi seemed more focused on something that was coming from up ahead, as she focused on the passage.
"Go padawans, now, I can delay them." She started, as one of the children attempted to take her arm, she paused him off, waving them all back.
"I said go, the Force will lead you to safety!" She shouted, forcing herself to rise, as the nature of her wounds seemed to leave her weakened. The padawans didn't try to argue then, as they all vanished one by one, leaving the jedi to combat this foe on her own.
As the last padawan left, Miarta stood, as the passage behind her came to a close, just as another figure entered the room. The new comer was a Zabrak, horned bone spikes around the base of their head, as they ignited a blood red blade. Disgust warped across his face, the dark armor he wore screamed Sith, though the words he spoke hinted at something deeper.
"You're a traitor to your kind, sister. They will never truly accept you, it was foolish of you to turn on your own history like that." M'iarta seemed to remain frozen for a moment, her hand slowly moving as she removed the lock around her visor, freeing her face and exposing it to the pair for the first time. The red bone spurs were the first indication, though it was rather clear to both woman that this M'iarta was a Sith Pureblood, as she gazed back at the Zabrak with glowing yellow pupils.
"Perhaps, but you forget brother, history always changes. They may not accept me today, but they can not deny me forever." She managed to say, before the two rushed to face one another, the image flashed brightly, and melted away, leaving Mi'la and Remy to contemplate what they had just seen.