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"BFG Division" by Mick Gordon Plays)
Laertia had become slowed in her advance on the street, Imperial Knights and Stormtroopers alike coming in waves, hampering her advance to the fort. They were skilled warriors. But Laertia killed them anyway.
It distressed her, how easily she could discern those patterns in battle. How easily they just leapt out to her. She dodged and weaved with the aid of her armor, teleporting behind crowds, her blade savagely chewing through flesh and armor joint, battering her enemies into submission by sheer virtue of repeatedly striking them again and again with her blade.
She had killed so many, for so long, that it was practically a reflexive act to take a life. She reacted without thinking, hands seemingly controlled by another, planning the strategy out ten steps. Twenty steps, and planning other strategies ten steps ahead in case the current one didn't work.
Her weapons cut past Knight-Level defenses, almost on the verge of knowing the tricks they would use before they themselves did, uncannily deflecting every strike, every stab, drawing on every single ounce of Lightsaber knowledge she possessed to work her vicious offense. Heads and limbs flew off at her blades presence. Guts. Spines ripped out and used as clubs, horrifying her attackers at the brutal savagery that was somehow eerily elegant at the same time.
Elements of a Makashi dance entered her footwork as she gave them battle, spearheading the assault of the CIS Military Units behind her, who brutally dispatched their own enemies with accurate blaster and tank fire.
The NIO, in desperation, blew up the entire street ahead of them, killing many of their own in the process, but it prevented the further advance. Laertia herself was close to the blast as buildings collapsed in on themselves, and was knocked backward along with some knights.
As Laertia hit the ground, she was reminded of the day she had gotten her brain injuries...
All Laertia knew was pain.
A fierce, awful, unending pain from the core of her skull as she woke up amid the wreckage of the crashed shuttle. She couldn't think well. Couldn't fight at all.
Her armor was shattered. Her face mangled by shards of shrapnel. She wasn't sure how she was still alive. She wouldn't admit it until many years later, but she hadn't wanted to survive.
Her heart pounded, and she dragged herself away from the wreckage, not remembering the planet she was on.
Her ship. She had to reach her ship.
She was hot and cold all at once, agony dominating almost as much as the need to escape with her life.
She honestly wasn't sure why she was trying. Ursula could never pay attention to her as much as she paid attention to Uri. Would never pay attention to her as much as she paid attention to Uri. The Marksmen were over. It was done. The dream was dead. Her dreams were dead. Distantly she knew even if she escaped, she had likely sustained career ending injuries. She would likely be an invalid.
As she found her own ship, moving away from the military base she destroyed before trying to kill herself fighting a shuttle, moving over bodies she had torn apart by hand or by Lightsaber. There was no Black Knight at the moment. Just a frightened, broken woman that had tried to go out in a blaze of glory and failed. Dead Imperials and Sith littered her wake. She had seen the depths of their cruelty and had felt nothing at their ending, delivered by her own hands.
It was hard to see.
She didn't realize until she had reached the Dynamic Class Freighter that she was missing her left arm and eye. She was going on that much adrenaline.
Not only had her attempted suicide failed, she was now mangled for it.
Part of her thought about dropping dead in that moment as she stagged aboard her ship. She almost gave up again...
Besides, now that she was alive--her rabbits still needed her...
Laertia remembered her rabbits had been left in the care of a protocol droid at one of her safehouses, who was to give them up for adoption if she didn't return. She could still reach them. She could still be with her babies if she was going to die...
Laertia reached the pilot's seat, and activated the autopilot, not sure what coordinates she punched in before losing consciousness. Perhaps Ursula would finally take the hint and be there when she woke up...
"Rise and shine, Daughter! Rise and Shine!" a familiar, feminine, articulate rasp called out over her.
Laertia opened her eyes, spotted
The Amalgam
standing over her, clad in her flesh colored, skintight armor with long white gloves and boots holding out her hand, raven hair blowing in the wind of war, dead purple gaze staring with bemusement out of nigh impossibly beautiful features.
Laertia pulled herself up without The Amalgam's help, who nonetheless looked at her eye mutations.
"My my, it didn't take long for you to stop thinking like a Jedi...I mean, you're still absolutely half-assing it by using the Light instead of full-assing it with the Dark, but we will get you to true Sith yet!" The Amalgam gushed.
"Rot in Hell, Amy..." Laertia replied coldly as she stood, revolted at being this close to the rotting Dark Side Nexus within the Witch. "What do you want?"
The Amalgam made a mocking, sad puppy face. "Awww, you looked like you were having a bit of trouble! I figure now was the perfect time for Mommy to swoop in and rain lightning upon the heretics."
"I don't need you help..." Laertia said back quietly, brushing past her.
"You weren't saying that at Dantooine, when
Ryv
almost cost you the fight in spite of battering him down."
Laertia clenched her fist.
The Amalgam sighed. "Fine, keep pretending you are one of the good ones. You'll be a Sith. Eventually...in the meantime, how about we take a fight to another unit?"
"The way we were heading leads to the Fortress..." Laertia protested irritably.
"And its now closed off. I really must commend you by the way, I've never seen an enemy get that desperate with you..." the SithSpawn gushed.
The Amalgam then activated her purple Split-Saber.
"It'll be fun! Just like old times, me and you, killing any in the way. The new route will take us right into NIO fire, so that's always nice."
"The old times were a lie you constructed." The Black Knight replied flatly.
"Lies can be fun! It just depends on how you tell them!" The Amalgam replied smoothly.
The Black Knight turned to the Witch.
"In that case, I promise your death won't be 'totally' painful. It'll be like a waterslide ride to the grave..."
"Oh, please, you didn't even
bother selling that lie. You should work on your deception voice too, because I didn't hear any enthusiasm..." the Amalgam scoffed, handing her the new route
Laertia went back to the CIS Commander.
"Is there anyway we can advance down our route?' Laertia asked.
"They collapsed the buildings. We would need massive demo teams."
Laertia snorted in frustration.
"Tell the rest of your troops to follow the new route the Sith provided..." Laertia ordered. It was not an order that was contested...everyone had seen her competence in war by this point...
The CIS Units began to follow the pair, Laertia keeping ahead of the Amalgam.
"So..." the Amalgam trailed as they walked. "About your girlfriend..."
"That subject will 'never' be open to discussion with you..." Laertia seethed as they moved down a new route closer to the highway.
The Amalgam only smirked at this.
"Your loss..."
Laertia didn't dare ask what she meant. She was too scared too.
Meanwhile.
The Advanced Model 1 working its way through the systems suddenly started finding its breach attempts resisted and thrown out completely. As much as she had been studying their programming, they had been studying hers.
Programmed with a Laertia Io-like determination and approach to problem solving, The Nanite consciousness started leaving signal pings in the system at high security firewals, and started to focus her approach on a few systems.
She sent a severe power surge to the engineering deck. Computer comsoles and power couplings exploded in Engineering. Alarms sounded throughout the ship. The Nanites began physically severing connections to engineering by breaking down key wires and processors...
But they were getting clever, forcing her out. What access she still had to the security systems indicated they were still om the way, bringing high powered magnets in an attempt to draw her out.
No question. A more direct approach was needed.
The Nanites flooded out of a gap, reforming into the biker-gear clad young woman who then picked up a Lightsaber from a Jedi she had slain and began physically attacking visible engine components, depositing nanites to break down and sever vital wirings. This caused a heavy amount of alarms to go off, and the Android attacked anything that looked vital and difficult to repair or replace. If
Asmundr Varobalder
wanted to stop her, he was going to have to enter the engineering section...