Rule of Two
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Lutin Corveni
It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit, and take pleasure in watching you bleed; hate is the only feeling that makes sense.
Heat radiated from the crimson blade as it hung there in the air. Everything around it seemed to be distorted and hazy as smoke danced around Alicia like a spectre. Beneath her feet were the corpses of the militia guards and with their deaths Alicia had drunk in the taste of victory. As she stood there in the centre of all of it- the dark side swirling around her amidst the smoke, drinking in the carnage that had just unfolded at the entrance to the militia headquarters- Alicia sensed the confusion, the mere trepidation that found itself in the hearts and minds of the Stormtroopers Corveni had sent after her.
Their confusion was justified as too were their new found caution. As Corveni had correctly thought to himself before: the Empire held no such reservations for Force-sensitives in the modern day and age. But Alicia Drey was not known to be one, and so as the men watched on- their confused, anxious gazes concealed by the stoic mask of the Imperial Stormtrooper- Alicia knew that the cat was out of the bag. She had mauled, maimed and destroyed the militia out of necessity through the use of her power in the Force. They outnumbered her, and even with Stormtroopers at her back to help in the assault, the SMG holstered on her waist wasn't going to do the job.
So she had drawn her Lightsaber, her powers in the dark side, and unleashed an assault on the militia the likes of which they had never seen before, and as a consequence were no longer alive to tell the story.
Above her an explosion caught Alicia's attention and as she looked up she saw the AA Turret fall. Mere moments separated Alicia from her reunion with Corveni. She had sensed his suspicions but this carnage outside the headquarters was proof, and that would lead to questions that put into jeopardy her work.
"Sir? What are your orders?"
Alicia turned her gaze from the destroyed turret on the roof to the Stormtrooper. As she said Corveni's voice came in on the intercom.
Raising her hand to her ear Alicia deactivated the commlink. As she did, in a split second, Alicia had drawn the SMG into her other hand and turned to open fire on each Stormtrooper. The sudden attack had come out of no-where, and as one by one they fell to her gun fire, the others who were not in her immediate range turned to take over where the militia had once stood. Gathering all her fury into the attack Alicia danced between them- using the Lightsaber to deflect blaster fire- while the SMG administered the finishing blow.
In a matter of minutes Alicia had killed every Stormtrooper left over from the fight with the militia, and the surprise attack had been full of cunning. Whereas the militia in the courtyard had been murdered by a mixture of blaster fire and Lightsaber attacks the Stormtroopers had been felled entirely by a blaster. When it was done, and there was no-one left in the courtyard, Alicia deactivated her weapon and concealed it up her arm.
Raising a hand to her commlink Alicia contacted Corveni to say: "Force-user sighted in the courtyard. Everyone is dead but I am alive still." Her tones were frantic, her voice high pitched, the simulation obvious: Alicia was panicked by what had just happened. At least that was what she wanted Corveni to believe. "All my men are down but the entrance is clear. Be on the look out for a Jedi in the city."
Lowering her hand from her ear- the deception now in play- Alicia marched into the headquarters to find the provincial government of Lothal cowering in hiding. With her SMG pointed at all of them Alicia rounded them up into the centre of the room and commed Corveni again. "It looks like the militia leaders are here. Send a unit to secure them. I am continuing with the mission."
"Don't any of you move," Alicia barked at the officials while slicing into the headquarters mainframe. She made three copies: one for herself, the other for the NISB and a third for later.
Lutin Corveni
It's hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit, and take pleasure in watching you bleed; hate is the only feeling that makes sense.
Heat radiated from the crimson blade as it hung there in the air. Everything around it seemed to be distorted and hazy as smoke danced around Alicia like a spectre. Beneath her feet were the corpses of the militia guards and with their deaths Alicia had drunk in the taste of victory. As she stood there in the centre of all of it- the dark side swirling around her amidst the smoke, drinking in the carnage that had just unfolded at the entrance to the militia headquarters- Alicia sensed the confusion, the mere trepidation that found itself in the hearts and minds of the Stormtroopers Corveni had sent after her.
Their confusion was justified as too were their new found caution. As Corveni had correctly thought to himself before: the Empire held no such reservations for Force-sensitives in the modern day and age. But Alicia Drey was not known to be one, and so as the men watched on- their confused, anxious gazes concealed by the stoic mask of the Imperial Stormtrooper- Alicia knew that the cat was out of the bag. She had mauled, maimed and destroyed the militia out of necessity through the use of her power in the Force. They outnumbered her, and even with Stormtroopers at her back to help in the assault, the SMG holstered on her waist wasn't going to do the job.
So she had drawn her Lightsaber, her powers in the dark side, and unleashed an assault on the militia the likes of which they had never seen before, and as a consequence were no longer alive to tell the story.
Above her an explosion caught Alicia's attention and as she looked up she saw the AA Turret fall. Mere moments separated Alicia from her reunion with Corveni. She had sensed his suspicions but this carnage outside the headquarters was proof, and that would lead to questions that put into jeopardy her work.
"Sir? What are your orders?"
Alicia turned her gaze from the destroyed turret on the roof to the Stormtrooper. As she said Corveni's voice came in on the intercom.
Raising her hand to her ear Alicia deactivated the commlink. As she did, in a split second, Alicia had drawn the SMG into her other hand and turned to open fire on each Stormtrooper. The sudden attack had come out of no-where, and as one by one they fell to her gun fire, the others who were not in her immediate range turned to take over where the militia had once stood. Gathering all her fury into the attack Alicia danced between them- using the Lightsaber to deflect blaster fire- while the SMG administered the finishing blow.
In a matter of minutes Alicia had killed every Stormtrooper left over from the fight with the militia, and the surprise attack had been full of cunning. Whereas the militia in the courtyard had been murdered by a mixture of blaster fire and Lightsaber attacks the Stormtroopers had been felled entirely by a blaster. When it was done, and there was no-one left in the courtyard, Alicia deactivated her weapon and concealed it up her arm.
Raising a hand to her commlink Alicia contacted Corveni to say: "Force-user sighted in the courtyard. Everyone is dead but I am alive still." Her tones were frantic, her voice high pitched, the simulation obvious: Alicia was panicked by what had just happened. At least that was what she wanted Corveni to believe. "All my men are down but the entrance is clear. Be on the look out for a Jedi in the city."
Lowering her hand from her ear- the deception now in play- Alicia marched into the headquarters to find the provincial government of Lothal cowering in hiding. With her SMG pointed at all of them Alicia rounded them up into the centre of the room and commed Corveni again. "It looks like the militia leaders are here. Send a unit to secure them. I am continuing with the mission."
"Don't any of you move," Alicia barked at the officials while slicing into the headquarters mainframe. She made three copies: one for herself, the other for the NISB and a third for later.
