To Kill, or not to Kill.... oh who am i kidding?

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her body stopped mid stride as she saw the words, if there was a bounty on her head that would put everyone she cared about at risk. "Eve, leave now, im not coming." Without waiting for a response she deactivated the scramblers and sent a message to [member="Strask Ak'lya"]. "Meet me in a public place, i will surrender myself, there is to be no bounty on me nor on the one i was with or anyone i know."

 

[Ak'lya]

No.
The single word would flash across her screen.
You came here to kill. Why should I meet you?
The tears had stopped, and his face was stained. He couldn't grieve Knol or Askrut anymore. They had given their lives for him.
This is your price.
All he could do was avenge them. And he would start with Askrut. Who was currently in twelve charred pieces from the rocket.
I suggest you run.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

"So you will kill me then... come, and finish what you started, i will be with the Sith if you so require to follow me... And im sorry, i never meant to kill innocents... only you." With that she would drop off the grid again, using alleys and backrooms to arrive at the ship that would be kept in a private hanger under a completely different name. She would pause though, looking at her hands and then touching the side of her neck as she breathed in. What had she done... what she did was unforgivable even to herself... and she would make the one who caused this pay, and make sure it never happened again.

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask sank back, letting one final message slip from the X-calq before dissapearing from the galaxy. One last thing that he could do.
Remove all crimes on an [member="Alexandra Cinthra"].
A single message was sent.
Good luck in your life.
As soon as the order went out, the X-calq fried itself, leaving no evidence of it's use. the bothan took the heating piece of metal through the back of the building. His face would never appear again. He would be reported dead. As he set down the computer that would soon be nothing more than slag, it began to heat up more and more, destroying anything that could be traced to him. He was now, and forevermore, dead.