The Most Dangerous Foe

[UserSpace106]

Doldur Sector
Falleen System
Manufacturing Plant


Life isn't about finding yourself as many would be led to believe; it was really about creating yourself...

Not everyone had that luxury, that is molding yourself into the person you'd want to be. Some people learned to deal and never give it another thought; that was her. She was taught earlier on that her life was but a catalyst for change and whatever that truly was eluded even her.

As she tried to discover what change meant in these circumstances, she wondered if the answer would even be worth it...

The work she did was all she knew, and if she were going to throw herself in the way of death she hoped it would serve a purpose that was truly beyond her.

Selfish.

Her latest assignment took her to Confederacy space; Falleen. The target she'd tracked this far...though if the rumors were true, this would be one of her most dangerous foes yet...

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[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

There was a burning question still to answer in Connor Harrison's mind.

Was there any piece of him still left on Voss?

Standing on the landing pad on the roof of the Falleen Confederacy Outpost, he had touched base with Viceroy Dalton Kenway about the prosperity of the planet and how things were moving forward. Kenway seemed a good man, to the point and out for success. Connor was happy - not that he was yet tied to the Confederacy to care that much - was was ready to leave after two days there.

With nothing on his agenda, he knew he could take off and follow the Mara Corridor to the East and drop off right to the place he once called home. Voss. Former home of the Silver Jedi Order.

Maybe he could find some pieces of his past that made sense of his recent troubles? Maybe an aura of a time gone by? Maybe his Skywalker hilt that he wanted to find so much.

That did it. He said his goodbye to the Viceroy and his party and watched them go. He signalled to the Confederacy droids standing by to secure his ship and commence the procedure for take-off. It shouldn't take too long, not that he was in a rush. He had all the time in the world.

Connor walked closer to the edge of the Outpost roof and looked down at the city below. Industry was taking over, and it was a planet as busy as the next giant nexus out there. Lights, steam, ships, noise, colour. It was alive. He could see why the Confederacy wanted this planet for their output.

[member=Mynnic]

 

[UserSpace106]

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Three steps.

The shade of her figure protruded from the steam; the blob took a more defined form after it emerged.

Her right calf grew tense; stiff. She'd push off her back leg into a stride that would giver her the leeway she needed initially. She was about 3 feet in before she launched herself into the air for an aerial assault only backed up by her sickly colored green lightsaber. Her intent was to kill, but she knew it wouldn't be this easy.

Arghhh.

As gravity took her, she calculated. Allowing some of her weight to shifted down so that she could grip some balance when her feet met the ground once again. Tightening her grip around her hilt, she was prepared to continue to press her assault and set the tone or defend against an counter attack.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Why here? Why this place?

The assailant was making noise without even knowing it, and the snap-hiss of the lightsaber may as well have been a doorbell ringing in Connor’s mind. As he felt the pull of the Force behind him, he span, palms forward and pushed out to surround his attacker.

It was a female, and he had her mid-jump suspended in mid-air. His eyes narrowed.

"I’ve got a good mind to see how you cope landing from a good 50 stories up as I drop you over the edge." He didn’t recognise her, or her aura. "Who are you?"

He dropped her where she was, but pushed back to get space between them. The assassin in front, a perilous drop behind into the streets of Falleen.

[member="Mynnic"]

 

[UserSpace106]

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A great weight fell over her body; she felt most of it in the pit of her stomach. Soon she lost all bodily control and felt her buoyancy no longer her own. Within seconds she was hovering above the ground, held in place by no one other than [member="Connor Harrison"]

Ughh

Would be a safe bet to assume she'd never faced an opponent of his magnitude in the Force before. Those she'd even come across were not much more refined than she was and she had no sort of training in the area; what she knew barely skimmed the surface. However, what she knew had always been raw and worthy of the assignment enough to put her up there.

The skin in the corners of her mouth would break; crease. She struggled to fight through his hold, but she refused to answer his question. Instead he'd only find her silent and his reflection in her black pupilless eyes.

He dropped her.

She fell towards the ground as gravity took her, and she landed in a crouched position. A quick glance over her shoulder, revealed the large drop towards the Falleen streets below. The warm gust of wind had crept up her back before she could turn her attention back to Connor.

She slowly stood back to her feet. Next time she wouldn't be so open to attacks from the Force, and so she would fight him in areas where she knew she could contend well. She stepped forward with a burst of supernatural speed, lunging forward she adjusted her body and swung her lightsaber from the side in attempt to attack from a differing angle as not to put herself in the trajectory of being thrown completely off the platform. She was urging to engage him in close-quarters if anything.

 

[Connor Harrison]

So she was the silent type. Connor reached out to look forward, to feel the mind of one who valued silence over talking. This painted a picture – she was aggressive, cunning and reckless. Out to prove a point to someone. Herself? Her boss or owner? No introductions, but she knew his name and where to find him, but not about how not to attack.

She moved with speed, but her move was already spotted in her stance.

Connor span around a full circle, rolling back on his heel to almost let the girl’s attack carry her forward. She hoped to hit his blade or his body, to act as a barrier and a brake. Instead she got air and hum of her piercing blade.

And then she was inches from the edge.

The cybernetic hand clamped across her wrist holding the blade, and his human hand grabbed the scruff of her neck and pushed forward, resting in his judgment and grace to not throw her headfirst into the streets below for a quick but grizzly death.

"Five seconds, and then you’re history."

He shook her slightly at the neck to force her view down.

"Five…."

His grip tightened, his voice low.

"…four…"

[member="Mynnic"]

 

[UserSpace106]

Uhn.

A slight whimper rushed from her core and protruded from her mouth just as she was gripped by her neck and held out over the edge. Most of the pain she felt in her sword arm was dead to her; she felt it but it didn't phase her.

Five...

She said nothing, her nostrils flared for a split second.

Four...

Was he going to do it or not? She was waiting for three without a doubt. For the most part she would have to die on her mission or be killed by those she worked for; she was taught to fear neither. Perhaps she thought [member="Connor Harrison"] was the quick way to death...she felt so detached from everything else otherwise.

Finally she spoke, "Do it." Short and to the point.

She would produce the next number for him, "Three."

She wasn't sure how he would approach it, he could kill her for sure by throwing her over the edge. But she could tell he held back...and maybe it was because he sought to find out more information about her but....

 

[Connor Harrison]

"Two."

With little effort due to the cybernetics, the arm stretched and held the would-be assassin out over the edge. To manage such a feat impressed even Connor, the first real time he had used the strength of the arm in a confrontation – it didn’t disappoint.

The girl wasn’t speaking. She was testing him; a wrong move on her part. He had been tested to his limits many times before, and it got him nowhere by trying to be accommodating.

"It’s not worth testing yourself. Nobody will miss you if you die today."

They locked eyes and he heard a deafening silence. She was insignificant. A nobody. A chancer. One who aimed to upset the balance.

”One," he hissed.

Connor let go.

[member="Mynnic"]

 

[UserSpace106]

Uhn

Her stomach dropped suddenly, when gravity took over she decided to embrace it fully. A smirk, and the fate of deafening silence that befell her ears; she shut her eyes.

This would be a way to die. She'd considered free falling before, and had done it previously in attempts to get away but the level of pleasure never amounted to this.

She allowed herself to fall, feeling the wind roughly beat against her skin. However, this was a fate to easy and her superiors would know it. She couldn't die today...

She reached for her wrist and pressed a button to release a signal from her comm.

Next came the traffic, mostly transports given the portion of the city. She brought back her arms and pushed back her legs to slow the process. Soon she'd lift her right shoulder and force all of her body weight towards the left side of her body. Soon she was barely dodging a large vehicle as she cut through the line of traffic.

[member="Connor Harrison"]