Private Shattered Innocence (Mi'la vs Darth Void)

[Mi'la Undari]

Location: Yavin IV, Construction Site

Adjusting her stance, Mi'la looked to her opponent, a sensation of fear gripped at her gut, though she vainly tried to stiffle it with her training. The ends of her headtails coiled, pulling back across her shoulders as her efforts failed. She had overstepped herself here. This wasn't one of those holosims, this was life of death; and as unfortunately as it was, death seemed rather likely here.

The Twi'lek would not give her opponent such enjoyment though, straightening her posture, she held onto the few things that gave her confidence in this situation, declaring it towards the Darth in spite of her situation. "My name is Mi'la Undari, padawan of Jedi Master Sakadi Marathi Sinvala ." Her mind went blank after that, as despite the achievements of her master, Mi'la had little to nothing to do with them. She was unproven, untested, up until now. This would be a rather brutal first test though, facing a Darth on her own. Seeing as her bluster had fallen, she leaned onto her second thing that gave her strength: humor. "You know, just in case you wanted to know who I am. Now it's your turn, what's your name?" Not the worst introduction she had, but hopefully it would confuse her opponent into a monologue; bad guys loved that stuff right? Tensing the muscles in her legs, Mi'la prepared to leap out of the way of an attack, her mind trying to predict what her foe would do before she could act. This would come down to skill over power, neither of which Mi'la knew about within her opponent. She always did love learning in the field, unfortunately failing to learn here was likely to get her killed.


Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Horrors that await you.

The rolling plumes of smoke finally broke unveiling the looming monster that circled her prey. Precise and measured steps of her boots could be heard on the gravel remains of the construction site as the skies parted. The Darth carried nothing but unimpressed malice in her posture as she gave the Twi'lek a once over, her own hands barely even touched her own lightsabers as if to add insult to injury by remaining loose and unhindered at her sides instead. This padawan was either suicidal, stupid... or both. It was yet to be determined. But Void enjoyed to torture her victims first. She studied the young Twi'lek before her with an ease of a trained killer.

The skies quickly closed as dark clouds enveloped the light and cold rain began to fall gently. Void was more amused by this brave padawan daring to throw away her own life, for what? An order that took everything?

Darkness rolled off her like hungry tendrils awaiting to capture and siphon off their victim. "Darth Void..." the masked Sith merely replied, she wasn't one for introductions or long winded discussions. Her presence was known enough in the Empire and Jedi alike as the hunter. "You're far from home. Didn't your master tell you not to speak to strangers?" mocked the Sith as she allowed herself another step forward. It was time for the Jedi to learn the true difference between the strength of a Sith Lord and a Jedi. Like a beating pulse, her darkness increased the gravity around the Padawan to weigh her down. Should the Twi'lek try to come at her, a powerful wave of a force push unleashed with a gesture of her hand to send her flying back aiming to crash into a wall of one of the buildings like a ragdoll.

"They never do teach you how to properly.. invest your powers." hissed the marauder.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Void? Really? It was rather...lacking as a title, but sure. As much as Mi'la wanted to down play her opponents name, she felt a knot of dread binding itself in her gut. The Sith hadn't even drawn her sabers, perhaps not thinking the padawan as a threat. Well, two could play at that game. Stepping away from the presence that was trying to frighten her, the Twi'lek began to form a plan. "Well, actually no, Master Sakadi talks to strangers all the time. She says it builds character." She replied, eyeing a pallet of steel that hung precariously from a wire up ahead.

The darth was busy gloating, which gave the padawan time to put her plan into motion. "I don't know about that. I have this great workout program I follow. It's a good investment if you ask me." While her words kept to keeping a degree of humor, she felt the despair starting to eat away at her. She needed to disrupt whatever the darth was doing to her, and quick. Mi'la hurled her sabers, one went towards Void, the other towards the wire that hung over the pair as their duel took off. The padawan began to withdraw, knowing Void would give chase and hopefully falling under the pallet as she did so.

Leaping up to higher ground on a steel girder, Mi'la pulled her sabers back to her, hoping her first move had knocked the Sith off guard, or better yet injuried her. She took a moment to breath, knowing her little stunt was probably for naught. Sith Lords weren't that easily bested. Her Lekku's twitched in anticipation, as she set her sights for Void to emerge, ready to see what her first strike had done.


Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

The Padawan certainly knew how to talk... a lot. It made Void want to yank the Lekku right off her scalp. No matter, Void could taste the fear now emanating from Mi'La. An amused smirk tugged at her lips for she could practically taste her life force as she probed at the edges of the young Twi'leks mind. Her eyes flashed yellow briefly from hunger.

And they were off.

The padawan threw her ignited lightsabers. Void's gaze followed them both as one came hurling directly at her while the other spun its way past and elsewhere. At the last moment before the first lightsaber reached her, Void reached down grabbing the hilt of her lightsaber in her usual reverse grip and sliced upward igniting the red blade in the nick of time to deflect the lightsaber, disengaging it a second later. The red beam disappeared as she lowered her hand still gripping the hilt. The sound of the other lightsaber impacting something above her gave itself away.

Void glanced up in time to see the large steel pallet come tumbling down, she leapt to the right and rolled into a kneeling position several feet away as the pallet crashed. The wind of the impact threw her hood back to reveal short, dark messy hair of the Sith lord. Her eyes watched as the lightsaber traveled back to their user before she pushed off the ground with her free hand and rose to her feet.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." she mused as she unclipped the second hilt and attached it to the other end of the first lightsaber. Igniting the red blades in front of her, Void would give the Jedi a taste of her own medicine. Two could certainly play at this game of catch.

Void would only look upon her prey as she began to spin the now double ended lightsaber in front of her slowly at first before increasing the speed and letting it go in front of her utilizing the pull of the force to control it. The speed increased with every full pass until the blades became a blur. The Sith Lord would pull the spinning blades to her side with one hand outstretched now controlling it with the force as though she were to sling a boomerang. The ground beneath the blades scorched black from the heat.

"Catch this."

Lightly stepping forward in a one, two fashion Void swung her arm sending the spinning lightsabers like a fiery shuriken towards Mi'La in a wide arc. The blades would cut through the bottom of the steel girder below the Twi'lek to try to bring her down. Void used the momentum to lunge forward as the lightsabers come back around a second time back towards her directly except at the last moment the lightsabers would split apart in two at her target. Whatever damage the lightsabers would deal was nothing compared to what the Sith would do to her as she used her force push to propel her forward with inhuman speed, catching her lightsabers in mid-run until she was face to face with the Twi'lek only to stop once in her space now. The Sith lord would then surge her head forward to bash her head down toward the forehead of her opponent like the pitfighter she truly was.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

The look Mi'la geld was one of annoyance, as she watched the saber come flying towards her just as she took up a stance. The Sith was totally copying her now. "Nice. Really original lady." Mi'la muttered, hoping to the side as the blade sliced right into the support, causing it to give way. Her next move seemed rather obvious at first as she leapt to meet the Sith, seeing as her high ground was rendered void. Only to find the Sith was charging her, sabers nearly in hand as she was hurtling to intercept the padawan.

Seeing little choice, Mi'la force pushed herself down, throwing off the trajectory she was currently on, slowing her just enough for the Sith to pass over her, and giving Mi'la a chance to kick off the Sith's chest. That was a mistake on her part, as she hurtled to the ground, smacking down onto some of the debris that was cast there. Her back howled in pain, as her lightsabers rolled out of her grasp. Least it was better than having her head cracked open by a Sith Lord, but force was she going to feel that in the morning.

Turn to her side, hands grabbing at her back, the padawan took a moment to recognize she was still alive, and began to try and get back to her feet. Pulling her sabers back to herself, she expected the find the Sith already upon her, in which case she would begin to hurl whatever objects she could find around towards the Darth, needing only to keep space and room to maneuver. Rocks, broken tools, bits of scrap, all was useful for her right now. She couldn't win this fight, but she might survive it. Her reserves were growing faint though, as she wasn't use to the strain of combat like this. The collapse of the girder kicked up another cloud of dust into the air, causing the padawan to wince at the onslaught that was moving towards her. Robes torn, ego bruised, and sabers at the ready, she tried to weather the storm; but it certainly wasn't going her way.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Void had to hand it to the padawan, even with the odds against her - the Twi'lek didn't give in easily. She would be the kind to fight to the end. Most would have begged for their lives, pleading on their knees just moments before the Sith lord would feed them dry of any life force. She didn't anticipate Mi'la to kick off her chest so abruptly, she was sent skidding back, her heels dragged back into the ground kicking up dirt as she regained her balance with a grunt.

Releasing both the hilts of her lightsabers, they immediately returned to her belt as she smirked beneath the mask. The Jedi was now on her back and was feeling the impact. Like a juggarnaut, Void began to saunter forward towards the hurt padawan who would send objects hurtling her way. Most of which seemed to hardly impact the Sith lord with the exception of a broken wrench that clocked her on the side of the face, with a slight groan the Sith shook it off knowing it would bruise. Another thing she would need to explain to Mal if she saw her.

When the girder collapsed from the lack of support it blew up more clouds of dust in the air. It was perfect coverage for Void to use as her steps neared the younger girl. She would take this moment to let her darkness probe the other girls mind like snakes whispering sentiments of giving up. She could feel the panic settling in the Twi'leks bones as she approached closer. A piece of scrap metal was caught in mid flight and was bent into itself before it scattered to pieces everywhere. Stopping only once she was towering over the battered Jedi, Void reached down and grabbed at her by the front of her robe to yank her upward so her feet would dangle now. "So young.. so careless." growled the Sith from beneath the mask.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Yea, this wasn't going good at all. How did Sakadi manage in fights like this? Mi'la was going to have to survive in order to find out of course, but it seemed a daunting task at current. She had thrown all she had at the Sith, and aside from a lucky hit with a wrench, Void seemed undaunted. She moved back, trying to keep distance, but it was clearly not working in her favor. Her thoughts went back to her training, when something wasn't working, adapt and make it work for you.

Suddenly, an idea came to Mi'la. The Sith wanted to relish this moment, to feel truly supported. Why not let them have it their way. As Void neared, Mi'la dropped her sabers, the hilts bouncing off the ground as she continued to withdraw back; only to be hoisted up by her robes. She was surprised by the strength of her opponent, feeling her air supply being slowly choked off by the position she was being held at.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Looking the Sith in the eyes, Mi'la was reminded of her expedition into the dark side ruins of an old war lord. The darkness was different, but similar. It reached for her, tried to pry within her mind and shatter her resolve. But she understood the darkness, it wasn't something to be feared, merely acknowledged and passed on; such is the ways of forbidden knowledge. "You're. One. To. Talk." She gasped out, conjuring up what power she had in the force, she brought her hands up, slapping her palms against both sides of the Darths head, and hitting Void with a telekinetic blast focused through both her palms.

Her robe tore at the inital impact. The result freed her in the process, sending the Twi'lek hurtling backwards. She smacked against the ground, cutting herself further in the process as she made a small streak across the ground. She found herself on her back, her ears ringing, her body aching, and a strange coldness filling her body. Something wet ran down her face, but she couldn't move her arms close enough to examine what had happened. her limbs felt heavy, it was hard to breath, and she couldn't feel her toes at the moment. But at least she was alive. Mi'la didn't feel like she won, maybe a stalemate? Or maybe she knocked the Sith unconscious. She really couldn't tell right now. She merely closed her eyes, waiting for the ringing to leave her ears, then she'd try to get up; doing so right now was a little beyond her at current. She didn't have much left in her now. If Void had withstood the blast, then she really wasn't sure what to do. There was only one last trick she had in store in that case, but she would just have to wait and see how things transpired.


Darth Void

 

[Darth Void]

Hoisting her up above eye level, Void could feel the Twi'lek struggle for air under her hand. The smoke cleared finally revealing her masked face as yellow eyes pierced Mi'la readying to begin to feed on her. Her head tilted just slightly in amusement at her words before she stifled a chuckle of her own. Famous last words of a Jedi. How they were destined to fall, all of them. Crumbling down with their ideals of a perfect world brought on by their own destruction, all the while inhibiting those that held true power in the mastery of emotions like rage, fury and love. It was an ideal Void never sought to justify or see, for she was raised in the pits before being taken in by the empire and honed to be a killing machine.

And Mi'la was just going to be another lost victim to the Jedi ideals. Pitiful.

BOOM!

Searing pain filled her head as her vision went white and ringing filled her ears. Releasing the Jedi, Void stumbled and threw her head back as her hands came up to her ears to drown out the ringing. Her body shuddered at the unexpected attack, her breathing ragged as she strained to see and hear anything around her. Hands quickly dropped to her sides and formed fists as fury began to take over. Blood began to seep from her ears as she now had to rely blindly on the force to guide her and sense the little worm.

There.

Her head turned in the direction of the Jedi and began to stalk forward, her eyesight coming back slowly like a blur as the rage pounded in her head in time with the ringing in her ears. Like a bull in a china shop, Void proceeded to send a powerful downward strike with her fist toward the Jedi. If it were to connect, she would relentlessly keep going throwing 3 more strikes.

Mi'la Undari

 

[Mi'la Undari]

The ringing was starting to clear, her head and body began to feel attached to her once more, but unfortunately for the padawan things were about to get worse. She felt a tremor in the force and winced, knowing what it meant. She tried to rise, tried to find the energy to get up, but she was slow, her body still struggling to respond to her injuries. Her right arm hung limply as she sat up, and her left ankle was bent in an awkward position. The towering form of Void was about to fall upon her, the yellow eyes of the woman glowed with a fury that drained what optimism the Twi'lek was holding onto disintigrate. A sense of realization struck the Twi'lek at this moment; she probably wasn't getting out of this alive. She had no witty retort for what was coming now.

She felt the first blow strike her in the brow, snapping what was left of her headband off in the process; revealing her slave tattoos in the process. Her head reeled back, smacking the ground in the process. She felt as if her brain had been bounced around the inside of her skull, as she let her eyes naviely opened just in time to catch the second strike sailing towards her. It struck her in the jaw, separating the bone from the socket, as the taste of blood filled her mouth, and agony burned up the side of her face. She gasped out, choking on the mixture of air, saliva, and blood, before catching the third strike to the side of her head. Her head jerked to the side, scattering her blood onto the ground, as consciousness slipped away from her. It was a welcome escape from the pain that was criss crossing her body at the moment.

So much pain. She thought, as she blacked out, laying defeated before the Sith.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Malevolum]

It was part of her job to come in after a battle, and given how important this task was, Malevolum was looking for potential results she might find amoung the injuried. She had another reason for being here, albeit more selfish, she had her reason for coming regardless. DuCray. She had taken her own vessel to investigate, seeking the woman out to ensure she hadn't done anything foolish. It wouldn't interfere with her duties either, after all Void loved to savor her fights; it was one of the gripes Mal held about her lover. She was all too familiar with the shockwaves that DuCray produced, knowing that the Murader couldn't control her outbursts when they came upon her. That was one advantage Malevolum had over other Sith, she knew how to calm her down. She witnessed the dust erupting into the sky as it was clear that Void was fighting someone, and clearly preforming quite well. In any case, Mal had a new prospect to recruit here potentially.


Flying overhead, she found space to park the shuttle, and set it down. She gathered her vibrostaff and sword, and proceeded down the still deploying ramp. She didn't expect a fight, but she would be ready for one if it found her.


The first thing that she found with her sight was that Void was injured, blood running from her ears, and her armor had been damaged as well. She buried the concerns, her footsteps echoing in the wake of the padawan's beating. It was a nessicary lesson for the young jedi, one that would need to be taught in the manner Void instructed. The Darth was still angry, nearly frothing at the mouth once again. She really needed to do as Mal suggested and find other outlets for her rage to be focused through. "Void, I see you are enjoying yourself." She spoke, having closed to within a few feet of the woman and her target. "Did she do this to you?" Mal asked, her voice modified by the jawplate, as she gave Void the one 'look' that showed she cared. Her eyes studied the battered Twi'lek, noting the slave markings she bore. "Poor thing. She traded one master for another." It was indeed pitiful. To escape slavery only to submit themselves to it again.

Darth Void Mi'la Undari

 

[Darth Void]

Flashes of being back in the pits echoed through Void with each hit, the roar of the crowds a faint and distant rumble as her fist connected with the padawans face. Blood splattered the dirt ground and Void finally stopped with a fist still in mid-air for another strike when she saw Mi'la was motionless now. Her breathing heavy as her eyes flashed a dangerous yellow, blood continued to seep now from the nose of the mask. Darth Void was like a wild animal.

She was so consumed that she barely registered Malevolum approaching, it didn't help that she could hardly hear or see anything still. Out of reaction, Void staggered back a step as Mal approached, her eyesight still not fully returned as her panicked senses tried to calm down. "Mal.." she breathed out the other woman's name. The presence of the other Sith immediately quelled the rage in Void as she tried to focus on her. Letting her hand come up, she pressed an unlocking mechanism beneath chin to let the mask slide down and away revealing her blown pupils and blood beginning to dry from her nose. Void tried to focus her vision on her lover as her hand dropped to her side. The turrets did indeed hit their mark in various places on her body damaging the armor and tattering her kama. She was grateful that the other woman appeared to be unharmed in the skirmish earlier from what she could sense in her force presence as her image was still blurred. Even though she couldn't see her well, she was still as beautiful as ever.

Void shut her eyes a moment and shook her head to try and regain some of her hearing and eyesight, her weight shifted unbalanced now. Her head was pounding thanks to the focused telekinetic strike from the padawan. Even as battered as she was, Void gave Mal her signature grin in response when she opened her grey eyes. The yellow flickered away quickly and the battering she sustained from the turrets only now was catching up to her body and she let out a small groan before wiping some blood from her nose with the back of her hand. "Hey beautiful." Void managed out of her mouth as the throbbing in her head didn't cease. She indicated almost sheepishly to her head with her hand to show that she was a bit hard of hearing at the moment.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Coming to, Mi'la's welcome back to the world of the living was excruciating pain radiating across her body. She was alive at least. That was something, right? Her vision came in and out, agony licked at the side of her broken jaw, and the taste of copper filled her mouth. 'Sakadi...' She tried to feebly reach out for her mentor, but it wasn't going to work. She was trapped here. There would be no escape. 'I'm sorry. I tried my best.' She did what she could to reach out, doubtful the Sephi would be able to hear her message. Mi'la had gotten herself into this situation to begin with, she was going to see her way out. She tried to open her eyes, but the swelling around her eye sockets prevented her from seeing anything of note. She relied instead on her failing connection to the force, and felt not one, but two dark presences closing in on her. There was a second Darth now? She felt her optimism be crushed completely and utterly now. She had to accept death now. There was nothing else she could do.

To her surprise, she felt Void change, her aggressive posture dropped, her rage faded; she was vulnerable now. She could make her death matter at least. Mi'la's fingers twitched, reaching out for the lightsaber that laid a few inches away from her. She summoned it to her, careful not to make her force presence known, least the two Darths put an end to it. She could make out talking, Void called someone 'beautiful'. Well, clearly she wasn't talking about the bloodied Twi'lek laying at her feet. She supposed even the Sith had a softer side, unfortunately it wouldn't help the woman here. With saber in hand, Mi'la used her one good hand to aim the front of the saber upwards, and flipped it on. The blue blade shot forth, the tip punctured into the armor, running through the front of Void. Having used what she had left, Mi'la let her head droop back, her body growing heavy once again, but at least she had done something in this fight.

Darth Void

 

[Darth Malevolum]

She was battered, bruised, but she was still alive. A smile broke out behind the jaw-plate, though it was hinted at by the curving of Mal's lips. She was going to need time in Bacta, but there would be time for that on Vjun. "You let a padawan do this to you? I'm assuming it's a padawan, otherwise you'd be collecting her lightsaber right now." Mal moved closer, looking at how injured Void had gotten in this little scrap. She was having an off day, that was the only explanation. "Other than the bleeding, you don't look too bad yourself." Was her retort, though her checks turned the slightest tinge of red from the comment of the darth. "I was just doing clean up duty, the jedi seem to be running off now, but there are always stragglers that get left behind. Like your Twi'lek here." Smiling, Mal looked to the Twi'lek, and felt a small tug in the force. Frowning, the Darth craned her head, and found the jedi was still holding a lightsaber. "DuCra-" Before she could finish, the saber shot forth, stabbing the woman in the chest. Mal felt something snap inside her. Like watching Ines all over again. She wasn't going to stand it.

Rage took over, and Mal embraced it fully. Drawing her vibro-blade, she grabbed hold of the Twi'leks hand, wrenching it backwards, and brought her blade right across the shoulder blade of the right arm. The blade cleaved through the limb and bone, severing it with one blow, but she wasn't done yet. Flipping the blade in her hand, she drew it back, slicing the right Lekku off near the head, and knocking the Twi'lek unconscious in the process. Blood soaked on her blade, as the two severed body parts hit the ground. Trembling in fury, Mal dropped the sword, looking to DuCray now that the threat was eliminated. "DuCray, DuCray, are you okay?" She left the Twi'lek be, moving to ensure that the Darth was going to be okay. "Come on, let me get you to HK, we are done here." She would get the Twi'lek as well, though she would take to personally 'breaking' this jedi in herself.

Darth Void @

 

[Darth Void]

They were safe for now or at least Void thought for the meantime as her senses were still struggling to return fully. She could see the soft curving of her lovers lips in return. Now that Mal was close enough, she didn't seem so blurry or sound as muffled. Boy was she a sight for sore eyes. Void nodded in the direction of the platform across the water that was littered in holes from the turret fire "The Shadow hand now has the Grandmaster. We had to ensure the exchange went smoothly." she explained as she indicated with a gesture from her free hand to the fallen construction site just 10 yards away from their current position "They hid there." Most of her storm troopers had been gunned down in the firefight which left the Sith Lord to launch her counter-attack on their base alone amid the turret fire.

It took a moment to realize she was attacked as the lightsaber penetrated her torso. All she felt was heat burning through her chest as shock registered on her face. Void looked down at the fallen padawan gripping their lightsaber with a familiar primal intensity that Void recognized in many fighters. What were mere seconds felt like hours as she took two steps back and fell backward with a guttural gasp as she gripped her chest. How could she have been so careless? It was easy, she had her defenses down thinking the Jedi was still down.

Her world was spinning as she felt the force shift drastically, Mal's rage consumed her and the onslaught she unleashed on the padawan was simply put a powerful blow to what would be left of Mi'la if she survived the crippling. Blood began to seep from her mouth now, each breath she took was more painful than the last. The footsteps of storm troopers could be heard in the distance as they scoured the area for survivors.

When the Sith came to her side, Void groaned once "Mal.." she managed to rasp out grimacing in pain as her hand clutched at her chest. She could see Alana's face more clearly now and she smiled at the sight as a sadness set in her dark eyes. How could someone like her care for the marauder so much? The enormity of how she felt for the other woman was palpable as she reached to her with her free hand towards her to try and anchor herself still to this world as she began to feel dizzy from the blood loss. Void made a silent vow to tell her how she felt later, her eyes spoke what she couldn't at that moment. "We.. need to... take her in. And..." she gasped "lead her.. master... out."


"There they are!" shouted a storm trooper from the distance as they approached, blasters at the ready raised aiming at the padawan. "My lords! Your instruction?" the commanding storm trooper inquired as they awaited their orders.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

Taking the woman in her arms, Mal's voice was broken up despite her best intentions. She was alive at least, she would pull through. Her gloved hand brushed against the side of DuCray's face, knowing she was just narrowly hanging on. "I got it, please, DuCray don't worry. I'm going to get you out of here." She repeated to herself, only to sense someone approaching. Rising to her feet, Mal's saber flared to life, readying to fight over the body of her loved one if that's what it took. She relaxed once she found it was just storm troopers. She found someone to deal with the Twi'lek. Putting her saber away, Mal scooped up Void's damaged form, mustering her voice to be as strong as she could manage. "Get the Twi'lek and stabilize her. I'm taking the Darth on my own." She spoke, moving away from the group as they secured the Twi'lek, leaving to two darths to themselves.

Mal's thoughts weighed heavy on her mind as she practically ran back to the shuttle, feeling that every second she wasted she drew closer to losing her lover. "Cray, just stay with me okay? Please..." She muttered, feeling herself collapsing on the inside as she strode up the ramp and set Void down on a bench. Locking the woman in to be safe, Mal set about taking off, ignoring the men who were trying to comm her, knowing she had better things to focus on than some dying padawan. "Lord Malevolum, what about the jedi we-" "Put the padawan on my ship and stop pestering me. Do as you are told." Cutting off the talk, she shot the transport through the atmosphere as quickly as she could manage, and set a course for the 'Ines'. With everything locked in place, Mal moved to checking in on Void, her eyes welling up with tears as she knelt beside the woman. This was everything she was scared of, everything that bothered her about growing close. The fear of losing it all distracted her, made her unhinged, made her vulnerable. And yet, she'd rather die than lose it all again. "You idiot...." Taking DuCray's hand in her own, Mal wiped away the blood from the woman's eyes and ears, doing what little first aid she could until they were on board her Destroyer. Her voice was strained as she tried not to give into the emotions she was experiencing, though she wasn't doing a good job at it. "You are in so much fething trouble when you recover." It was going to be a long flight back to Vjun, but she was going to make sure a certain padawan paid dearly for what was done today.

Darth Void Mi'la Undari