A Cut or Two

[Subject 37]

Nar Shaddaa
[member="Asha Hex"]

Nikolas slowly flipped the knife over in his palm, his finger running down the edge of the handle almost as if in a soft sort of reverence.

This place had a sort of filth to it that he couldn't quite stand. Something he had inherited from his father he was sure, a disgust of things owned and operated by the Hutt's. That's what this place was after all, owned by the slugs, controlled by the slugs, and held about as tightly as you could imagine. He tried to ignore that fact as he walked down the alleyway, but the smell was making it increasingly difficult.

"Disgusting." Nikolas commented to himself as he slipped the knife behind his belt, pulling the coat he wore over it to conceal it.

There were few places on this world that he thought he could stand, but thankfully the place he was heading to happened to be one of them.

Nar Shaddaa was a city, a planet entirely covered by urban sprawl. Long ago however a few people had thought better of such things, and they had built sanctuary gardens all throughout the smugglers moon. These gardens weren't for the poor of course, but instead were maintained by the rich of Nar Shaddaa. Generally Crime Lords, though one or two were held by former Jedi and other wealthy benefactors who wanted to see some place safe on the Smugglers Moon.

The one that Nikolas was now heading towards was one of the latter, owned by some former Jedi do gooder who wanted to show this world some green. Apparently he was quite popular with the refugees on the planet, and he often made it a point to invite even the poorest of the poor to view his gardens.

It was a sad thing really, that he had to die, but one didn't cross Nikolas's mother and father without consequence.

He shrugged, smiling as he turned a corner and headed towards the entrance of the garden.

 

[Lief]

Nar Shaddaa wasn't all bad, not if you knew where to look.

For almost two decades now she had explored the Galaxy alongside her Father, the only guardian she had ever known, the only constant in her life. He had explored the Core Worlds with her when she was just a babe, and stretched out into the further reaches of known space the older she became.

Korriban, though tainted and negatively connotative, was one of those they frequented moreso than the rest, Jericho had enjoyed exploring the ancient tombs, and had used the time as an excuse to teach Asha what he knew of the past. His belief had been that the more she knew, the better guarded she would be against the temptations of the darkside. He didn't sugarcoat it, after all.

This world, though, was one she only recalled venturing to with him on one or two occasions. Sure she had been since, it was here that she had met Lora, but it had never quite been the same. Her memories were filled with greenery, and the sweet scent of flowers. All she had ever found here was rust and smog.

So she had finally succumbed to her own curiosity, and spoken with her Father about those memories. He had dismissed her questions at first, attempting to feign ignorance, but there wasn't much you could keep from a Lorrdian especially not one you had raised, thus with enough prodding and poking he had finally told her the truth.

Now that she was stood among it, with the noisy din of the City-World dying to near silence, it was all that she had remembered and more. A paradise, some might say. It reminded her of Teth, or Aurum though the latter had been mostly a construction site since they settled there, full of rushing water, plants which distracted from the City which lay just beyond the courtyard, and a true sense of serenity.

It belonged to some Jedi, Asha could not remember his name or even if she had ever been told it, and she could only make a mental thanks to him for its existence. Though she was on Nar Shaddaa with Je'daii business, it was nice to have somewhere to escape to during her downtime.

Stepping through the grassy courtyard, the young woman took a breath in through her nose and sighed in relief. There were several benches and tables dotted around, obscured by some shrub or other, but she forsake each of them in favour of sinking to the ground with her legs crossed, her eyes simply soaking it all in.

"I am the Heart of the Force" she recited quietly to herself, to be around such pure life on a world of such scum and villainy was a blessing to be sure

[member="Slevin Thawne"].

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

The Entrance of the Gardens were just about exactly the same as the entrance to anything else on Nar Shaddaa. Nikolas was almost entirely sure this was due to the fact that they wanted things to 'blend', so none of the gangsters could easily find the place, but given the fact the he had the location he wasn't sure how effective it actually was. The thought made him smile slightly, a glint in his eye flashing for just half a second as he found the double doors just ahead.

With his blade tucked away beneath his coat he approached the near seamless durasteel, his eyes flashing towards a camera that lay at the corner of the building. It slowly pointed towards him, though did not linger and instead began to rotate the other way once more.

For a moment Nikolas cocked his head, eyes wandering across the side of the building before he reached out and touched the doors. Part of him expected them to part, though nothing happened. A slight grimace floated across his features, and slowly he reached into his pocket. A moment later he pulled free a small blade device, barely bigger than his palm. He pressed it against the side of the door, flicking a tiny switch on the side. A spark erupted, and then a moment later the doors fell open.

"Need better security." He mused as he stepped inside.

The hall beyond was a brightly lit mess of lamps and different tapestries, all depicting some scene from nature. Nikolas made his way inside, stepping into the hall and continuing his trek. Half a heartbeat later he heard bootsteps ringing out, a single man. He stopped, turning.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be hear."

 

[Lief]

Blissfully unaware of what was transgressing, her mind and senses preoccupied with all that she was seeing, and the memories which drifted into place alongside it, Asha slowly reached into her pocket and pulled free a small datapad.

While she ought to be spending her time relaxing, not working, she knew that she would have a better chance at digesting the information here than she would back in the lodgings she had secured. A decent enough space, but being that it was above a bar... Well, it didn't make for a distraction free zone.

Several profiles flicked up onto the screen, partially overlaying the last, and her eyes fell over the images she had seen countless times since receiving the task back on Aurum. Sources stated that the men weren't due to arrive for another few days yet, which gave her time to truly work on a course of action.

The men were wanted for illegal trafficking of people and animals. Truth be told it was pure luck that they had been put on their radars, with Jyn and Ar'ekk securing one of their shipments. The creatures they had rescued had been bred in captivity, so they were brought back to Aurum and placed within a sanctuary. No way they'd survive in the wild. But since tracing their origins, they had discovered a far greater ring beneath the surface.

The shipment she was here to intercept held dispersed families from the farming world of Nadiem. A series of unpredictable fires had wiped through one of the continents, leaving many without homes... People at their weakest point, snatched up like the livestock they had been rearing.

It made her blood boil.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

Nikolas held up his hands almost as soon as the man came at him. The Guard had no weapon drawn, though there was a blaster on his hip and a stun baton of some sort opposite that. Nikolas watched him approach with a dull expression, the man not even thinking to draw either of the weapon's that he carried.

Perhaps it was because of the way Nik was dressed. He had none of the typical garb that gangsters on Nar Shaddaa liked to dress in. Instead he wore a tailored suit, one that fit his form quite neatly. His hair was slicked back and his appearance was well kept, everything from the last stitch having been put neatly into place. To most people he would seem like a business man or some kind of person of means, and although that assumption wasn't entirely inaccurate, it was deadly.

"I'm terribly sorry, am I in the wrong place?" Nikolas said as he stepped towards the man.

For some reason the fool didn't even react. He had expected the man to tell him to stop, to draw his gun, to do anything, but instead he simply kept on coming. Likely he was intent on escorting Nikolas from the building and ending this whole thing there.

"Yes this Garden is re-"

The man did not get to finish his sentence. Before he could speak the rest of what he intended Nikolas lashed out. His hand struck forward into the mans throat, stopping him in his tracks and giving Nikolas the opportunity to fall upon him. He grasped the mans arm and dragged him forward, spinning him and slipping his arm around the mans neck. Within half a second a loud crack rang out and the man fell to the floor. "Idiot."

Nikolas said as he reached down and drew the mans blaster.

 

[Lief]

As she flicked through the dossiers, Asha began to realize that she wasn't actually reading any of the information presented.

Sure, she was looking at the words but none of it was registering with her. Something was tearing at her attention, and slowly yet surely she drew herself up from the ground and turned toward the entrance.

A tremor in the Force presented itself, typically it wasn't something she'd distinctly notice, especially not on a world like this where countless people and actions were taking place at any given time, but the garden was secluded, separated from all of that, and aside from the Guard who had granted her access, she wasn't even sure if another person lingered nearby.

Swallowing back her discomfort, she pocketed the datapad and carefully slipped back in the courtyard, away from the door she felt drawn to. Something wasn't right, every fiber of her being was urging her to leave, and yet she knew better than to lose her cool.

Perhaps it was all in her head.

Maybe the solitude was getting to her, after days amidst the chaos of this planet.

Yet she couldn't for the life of her shake it off.

"In balance with chaos and harmony" she muttered, steeling her nerves as the sound of footsteps approached. Lighter than the Guards had been, more precise and purposeful.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

Nikolas practically stalked forward now.

He had been told that the place had no guards, in fact he'd been told that the only one here today would be his target. That alone was enough to annoy him a great deal. He didn't like it when things changed up on him, mostly because it inevitably meant that there would be more than one change in the works. He scowled as he turned the corner, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the blaster that he had stolen from the Guardsmen. His head was up, and then he spotted the entrance to the gardens themselves.

The frosted glass doors split open just as he neared them, a wave of pleasant heat washing over him the second that he saw her.

She was small, smaller than any man could be even while sitting down. That alone was enough of a clue to tell him that she wasn't his target, though the hair and the garb that she wore also aided in that. Some sort of file was in her lap and a dozen other details sprang out at him, but none of them really mattered. She was another change, another thing that now stood in his way and would have to be eliminated.

His footsteps rang out, his eyes floated over the girl, and then the blaster raised. "Get on the ground."

Nikolas' words were quick, terse, and the threat came just as he walked through the door.

 

[Lief]

And there he was, the stranger come to disturb her serenity, he who had caused the tremor and discomfort that still wormed its way into her stomach. When the doors opened to reveal him she could not help but feel repulsed, even though he was well put together, handsome in the eyes of most, but there were some things that even good looks could not cover.

This man was bad news.

A moment later came further confirmation of this, a blaster risen and an order balked. She was already close enough to the ground that complying wasn't exactly difficult, but she felt remiss to follow through all the same. Just who was this man, and why did he claim authority over her actions?

He didn't look like he belonged to one of the cartels, he was far too well tailored for that, held himself better than any Hutt lackey would, and he wasn't one of the poachers - no, she knew their faces, they were burned into the back of her eyelids.

The blaster in his grasp looked familiar, though whether it was a popular model or not she did not know. Asha wasn't really one for weapons, true she had her lightsaber but that was more for necessity than anything else. She wasn't one to resort to violence. The fact that he had bypassed the Guard at all made her suspicions feel more like a reality, though. Piecing it all together, she wondered if the kindly man who had escorted her into the courtyard was okay... Though as the seconds ticked by she doubted it.

This man looked as though he meant business.

"This would go a lot swifter if you told me what you're here for," she said, as she brought herself to the ground with both hands raised. She had foolishly left her saber back on her ship, figuring that she wouldn't need it until the next day at the earliest, and thus aside from her datapad all she had on her person was a commlink. No sense in trying to use that, at least not while his attention was on her.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

"Oh isn't it obvious, Doll?" Nikolas asked as he quickly closed the distance between the two of them. The way that he moved and carried the blaster made it obvious that he was used to this sort of thing, the smooth gait and lithe way that he held himself making it more than obvious that he was a professional.

As soon as he reached her Nikolas pulled something from his coat pocket, two metal braces.

In one swift motion he lowered himself, the point of the blaster coming down against the back of Asha's skull while his free hand collected her wrist. There was a slight clack as the bracelet fell into place around her skin and the cuff activated, a shimmering blue light forming around the metal. He used the other end of the cuff to drag her hand behind her back, taking her other wrist and folding it into the other cuff. There were no other words as he drew back from her, leaving her cuffed with her hands behind her back.

His head swiveled slightly, searching.

The garden seemed to be empty besides Asha, something that he clearly had not expected.

 

[Lief]

Confusion was writ on her expression when he spoke, not quite adding two and two together as he approached. It wasn't until the cuffs were presented that she realized, and the threat of the blaster alone was all that kept her in place.

A thousand scenarios passed through her mind, most of them did not end well for her. Was it worth the risk right now? To exhaust her options, to reveal to him that she herself was the weapon she physically lacked on her person?

Then again, did she want to end up back as she had been with Aellin? Left at the mercy of another? She had fought long and hard to be free from his influence, even since she had left his side, it was only more recently that she had shaken off the feeling that he was watching and waiting.

Had she been right all along? Was she being dragged back to the Graveyard?

Keep it together, damnit. This isn't Aellin... Just some entitled fool who thought they could do as they pleased.

"I didn't do anything to warrant this" she stated, as he reached for one of her wrists. For the briefest of moments she made to pull her hand free, but the cool touch of the blaster put an end to that rather swiftly.

It wasn't worth it. A better chance would arise, she had to trust in the Force... In its plans for her.

Letting out a shuddered breath she hung her head for a moment, and once both wrists were locked in place she sensed his body shifting slightly, no doubt making sure the area was secure. Reaching out with the Force, she tried to make sense of the locking mechanisms which held the cuffs in place.

But such was not a strong suit of hers.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

He peered around the room once more, his eyes darting as he tried to spot people that might have been standing within the plants. When he found no one a soft curse echoed from his lips, his gaze falling back down towards his captive.

Nikolas had absolutely no idea who she was, if she was valuable, or why she was even here. In fact the better part of him told him that he should simply execute her and get the day over with, though the wise words that his father had given him for advice before his departure kept him from doing so. If this girl was here then she likely knew a little bit about the garden, and that meant she could help him find if there was an office or anything of the sort where the boss could be hiding.

"Oh I'm sure that's not true, Doll." Nikolas said as he squatted down behind her.

For a moment he considered her, then he slowly leaned over her so that his lips were right beside her ear.

"Either way though." A smile twitched on his lips. "You're going to help me with something, Yeah?"

 

[Lief]

There was, of course, no one else here. These Gardens typically only hosted one party at a time, and Asha had come here alone. Far from her home, and those she had come to see as family, those she could trust, into a world of unpredictability and crime. There were contacts, of course, people that she could call upon for assistance, and when the bust went down she would certainly not be alone, but all of the in-between moments? Those had been spent in her own company.

She knew by this point that she wasn't who he was here for. His words held enough uncertainty, though the man did not wane in his sickly confidence, that she could tell he didn't know a single thing about her, and she would keep it that way. The less he knew the better the advantage she would have. Timing was imperative, and if she revealed her cards too early... Well... That didn't bear thinking about.

As such she stopped tinkering with the lock and watched as he crouched down, not lifting her head but watching him all the same from the waist down. Some people believed that eye-contact was a dangerous thing, that those already gifted in influencing others could hold even more power over you by meeting your gaze. Whether that was true or not Asha did not know, but she didn't want to look at him any more than she had to.

He leaned in and whispered right against her ear, drawing a shiver of discomfort down her spine. What was it with her and running in to trouble? Aellin, Connor... When would she learn? The first she had barely escaped with her life, the second her sharp tongue and swift reactions had kept her from becoming just another body in the ancient tombs of Korriban.

This time, though... Something felt different.

"If it's my help you want, then maybe these aren't the best placed," she said, shifting her hands enough that the cuffs rattled a little, "I can't do much with my hands tied..."

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

"Now now, Doll." Nikolas said as he reached over and grabbed the girl by the nape of her neck. "No fussing."

It was very clear that Nikolas had a plan in his mind, or at least that he had some need of her still. If he had wanted to kill her he already would have done so, probably when she'd first gone onto the ground. He let out a slight chuckle as he pulled the girl up and off the ground.

The effort was almost laughably easy. "No one likes a complainer."

Especially as a guide. All he needed from her was the knowledge of how to get around this place. He had been told the owner would be here, but so far there had already been two major flaws in his information. It made him wonder if there wouldn't be more, but it also made him wonder if the Information Broker had purposefully lied to him, or just been entirely incompetent. Both options made him furious, though it was not a problem he could focus on now.

Not when he was still in the middle of this.

"We're gonna go for a little walk." He told her. "And you're gonna show me around."

 

[Lief]

In that moment, Asha almost slipped up.

It was not in her nature to lie, and so the response had come to her as naturally as breathing, to inform the man that she did not know her way around any more than he did, but she bit back that snippet of information before it could arise. She was only alive because she was deemed useful, that much she was aware of. Just as it had been with Aellin, had she not offered to tend to his wounds, well... She'd likely have ended up like the corpses in the tavern.

Sometimes keeping the truth hidden was more beneficial, at least until she could give him another cause to keep her alive.

She was on her feet by this point, and of course her attempt at getting her hands unbound had failed but she hadn't expected it would work at any rate. Still it had been worth a shot.

Thankfully, if nothing else, Asha had the Force. She had gotten good at utilizing it in high stress situations, and added to Sargon's training she knew that she could find some slithers of information from their surroundings to get them more or less where he was hoping to go. But first she needed to know what he was after, nobody could lead when they were blind after all.

"What are you looking for?" she asked, quietly this time - after all she didn't want to test his patience too much - still feeling the grasp of his hand at her neck. "I'll take you there."

Hopefully somewhere along the way he'd make a mistake, or let down his guard, or something... All she needed was one slim opening.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

Nikolas didn't respond for a moment, mostly because he was looking her over. He still wasn't entirely sure just what she actually was. Her clothes were too nice for her to be a refugee, and their style was a far cry from anything that someone from Nar Shaddaa would actually wear. That combined with how she spoke made him decide that she wasn't actually from around here at all, which likely meant that she was a visitor to this planet and probably the garden itself.

She was also fairly young, probably about as old as Verin if he had to guess. The thought of his sister brought a frown to his face, mostly because he knew she would have done a much better job of providing intelligence for him on this little mission. "The man who owns this place."

He still held the blaster in his other hand, keeping one palm on her neck. From here he could kill her fairly quick if she tried anything, the blaster could come up fast enough and the hand on her neck was positioned in such a way that he could easily push and move her if he needed to. This wasn't his first time holding someone like her prisoner, and in an odd way he'd become rather good at it.

Something he was proud of.

"I need to find him." And of course kill him. "Do you know where he is, Doll?"

 

[Lief]

She could feel his eyes upon her, inspecting her like she was up for auction, some sort of antique that had to be checked for authenticity. No doubt judging her, as many were want to do, though she had long since given up on caring about such.

His grip of her remained unrelenting, and though it was no longer pressed against her temple she could sense the blaster which remained in his grasp. A constant threat, a reminder of her likely fate. Even if she took him where he wanted, she realized that she was likely going to be eliminated. Who wanted witnesses?

When his target was mentioned, Asha immediately enveloped herself in the Force, seeing through it to the walls which surrounded the garden, and beyond to the only lifeforms in the vicinity. The man who owned this garden was a friend of her Father's, it was with his blessing alone that she had been granted access, and she had no desire to give up his location.

Though she had zoned in on the presence of him, she continued to search for a better alternative.

"He doesn't reside here," she quipped, when the question was posed, and in part that was true - she had visited his home when she first arrived on Nar Shaddaa, though she hadn't actually met with the man himself. Still, this was a dangerous rope she was walking upon, and she knew that even the slightest slip would mark her end.

"I can take you to him, but it will mean braving the streets." She knew his home was well guarded, moreso than these Gardens at least, and she also knew that he wasn't there. She could sense him within the building which was adjoined to the courtyard, but she wasn't about to lead this psychopath to him.

It was easier to tell lies when they held truths within. Something to note for the future.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

Nikolas thought for a moment.

There were certain flaws that he carried with him, something that he himself would never deny. He was a bit of a hot head, somewhat bipolar...but he was no fool. The information he had received so far hadn't exactly been entirely correct, but he knew that pieces of it were absolute fact. The man who had built this place was a workaholic, almost always staying within his office in the gardens to try and get as much work done as possible for the people of Nar Shaddaa.

From what Nikolas knew the man was near enough a saint that he hardly slept or ate. The time here on Nar Shaddaa wasn't that late just yet, and from what he knew...the man should still be here. So he had to weigh his options. Was the girl telling the truth? Or was she just trying to be brave.

For a moment Nikolas said nothing, then suddenly his lips thinned and he leaned in closer towards the girl, the grip on the back of her neck tightening. "Tsk tsk."

The barrel of his blaster suddenly pressed against her outer thigh, the heavy metal laying lengthwise against her. He pulled the trigger, the weapon firing parallel to her skin so that the blast would graze her, but not actually hit her. Her clothes would be burned, her flesh would sear, but she would still be able to move.

"Don't lie to me, Doll." Nikolas whispered in her ear. "I can't stand liars."

 

[Lief]

"You can't blame me for trying" she breathed, trying to sound stronger than she felt in that moment.

She had fought to bite back the yelp of pain which had accompanied the blaster bolt grazing her outer thigh. Ironically enough it was the same leg that she had been experiencing phantom pain on up until just a few months ago, a slight limp having only recently been shook from existence after the lightsaber incident back on Thule. Or had it been the Graveyard? She supposed it didn't matter in this moment.

It was all too eerily similar, constant reminders of that destructive time in her life flashing up. Once more the Force was testing her, and she was grateful to have come on leaps and bounds since then.

Inhaling through her nose, she shivered under the burning sensation which continued to pulsate through her thigh, and tried to turn her head away from him. The way he whispered into her ear made her uncomfortable, as if she hadn't already been.

Asha closed her eyes.

It reminded her of the nightmares she'd had following the Aellin incident, ones that she still had on occasion, of being dragged back into his service. She had broken so many rules in her absence from him, that if such were to happen she felt certain death would be sweeter.

She had to remind herself that this man did not know who she was, much less of the apparent debts to be paid.

By this point, Asha had already mapped the nearby area, she had a pretty good idea of the layout, and had already pinpointed her Father's friend. She knew of his past, he had been - or she supposed, still was - a Jedi. That had to account for something, right? Trying to come up with a fresh plan, she opted this time to just give the stranger what he wanted.

The truth.

"Alright," she whispered, trying to keep the frustration from her voice, it felt like she was betraying someone she didn't even know, no more than that like she was betraying her Father's trust, but what choice did she have? The man was a lunatic.

"I'll take you to him."

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Asha Hex"]

He smiled slightly, leaning in so that his lips were right by here ear. "Good. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

This girl might prove more useful than he had originally thought, though he supposed that all depended on whether or not she would actually cooperate with him. So far things hadn't exactly gone as he'd planned, but that was half of the job.

Adapting was important.

His father had always said that nothing ever went as planned, whether it was the acquisition of a new company or the murder of a former Jedi. What mattered was how you dealt with the barriers that were thrown up in front of you, and if all he had to do to reach his target was force this girl to walk around a little bit? Well then he'd count himself lucky. A small smile touched his lips and slowly the blaster retreated from her thigh, his grip on her neck still tight.

For a moment his eyes wandered down towards the cuffs, ensuring that she wasn't about to break free of them.

Nikolas still had no idea who she actually was, or what she was doing here, but he kept in mind that her clothes did not fit that of a refugee. He supposed she could have been some sort of ambassador here to visit, perhaps the child of a dignitary or something of the sort. Either way he would watch her, closely.

"Now." Nikolas began as he pressed her forward. "Let's get going Doll, there's still plenty for us to do tonight."

His smile became almost sinister.

 

[Lief]

Again his words were spoken into her ear, and again she tried to move her head away from him. It took all of the willpower she had remaining to refrain from scowling at him, and instead placated a calm expression that hid away her more unnerved interior. She was a Hex, not a coward, not a fool, she could find a way to make this work.

She simply needed a little time.

The courtyard was wrapped around on all sides by the offices of the Jedi, a circle that could be walked around in its entirety. Though she knew it could be just a short walk to him, she figured it might be more worth her while to drag it out a little, at least until she could come up with a better plan.

All at once the presence of the blaster was removed from the equation, the cool steel replaced by somewhat warmer air. No doubt there was a slight hole in her trouser leg but at least she could walk. His grip of her didn't let up though, and with it she was pressed toward walking. There was something in his tone that she did not like, it was foreboding and sinister and she wanted no part in whatever plans he was making.

But... Perhaps that meant a better chance at survival, if he was already planning to the future.

She shivered. Who knew.

No words were spoken by her as she moved across the courtyard. Thankfully she had already stashed her datapad within her pocket, her commlink remained on her belt, out of reach no thanks to him, so if she didn't return to the courtyard she would not be without. Soon enough the doors were right before them, and she waited for him to open them so that they could press on into the hallway beyond.

While the man was down the hall to the right, Asha urged the stranger toward the left instead, her footsteps filled with a certainty, a confidence that said she had done this countless times before.

In truth, she was walking blind with only the Force for guidance.

Hopefully it would not lead her astray.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]