A Dark Alliance

[Connor Harrison]

Waterfall Of Light
Tython, Deep Core​

There is great beauty, and there is ugliness.

There is life, and there is death.

There is Light, and there is Dark.

Connor Harrison mused as he sat on the edge of a cliff opposite an old style Jedi Temple. He popped the last of his sandwich into his mouth and let his feet dangle as he watched the gorgeous waterfall cascade down through crevices and walkways of rock into the ground below.

Tython reminded him of Voss in many ways, which annoyed him. But it also reminded him of Corvus. She’d been on his mind recently more than usual, probably with the emergence of Darth Vitium coercing young Aria Vale into playing with his head unknowingly.

If Corvus was here, maybe he would have finally found his place in the galaxy. Maybe he’d be the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, or the Republic Order, standing by her and hopefully showing what a beacon of light he was.

The raging water washed away his daydream. In reality, he was on the edge of stepping into a world he once tried to destroy, and turning his back on those who now showed him little respect, little regard and great ignorance. He had nothing and he had nobody.

Memories of the past couldn’t save anyone, no matter how much they wanted to believe it.

Returning from the captivating Doctor Irajah Ven on Dosuun, and before that the mind games of the Rusted Queen and Matsu Xiangu on Coruscant, Connor was on the way back to Silver space, but not before this little detour. He had nothing to run back to – he couldn’t care less. He wanted to be alone to put the next pieces of his plan into action, and to focus on getting his new claim; Aria Vale. Such a strong, powerful and assertive Jedi wasted with them, he wasn’t going to stop until she was his and she could become something truly wonderful.

Jedi and Sith culture of old and new clashed here on this Core planet, and Connor was enjoying the view without a care in the world as he munched away, not feeling guilt or any burden for once.

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Sena didn’t usually go for Jedi, they were a lot more trouble than they were worth and in the end the amount of money you made off of them was almost the same if not equal to taking on several lesser paying jobs at once. Farmers who needed a rival offed, mercenary groups who needed some internal sabotage or a corporate wage slave looking to trade up his place in the world the bloodier way. If there was one thing that had grown abundantly clear since she stepped into the world of assassinations, political or not, it was that greed knew no bounds. Much like herself it was a world fuelled by a rather distinct taste for blood. Perhaps her clients lacked the whispering voices, but Sena most certainly didn’t, and right now they were screaming at her, telling her what a mistake it was to undertake this job in particular.

She knew she wouldn’t be the only one to take it. People see a job with this kind of money attached to it and they’d sell their own mother if it meant it was theirs. Though money was no obstacle for her, not a huge one at least, her network had gone remarkably quiet as of late. Granted, it was bound to happen with the way the world for her kind had shifted in recent events. The fall of the One Sith and Coruscant, The Triumvirate and the recent failures on Atrisia all left a foul taste in her mouth and a significant dent in who she had to help alleviate her urges. At this point she wasn’t doing the job for the money as much as her own sanity; what little was left of it at least. To mute their shrieks and let her boiling blood still.

In the end it was fitting that she had tracked him here. Tython was one of the few places that the Ember used to have significant pull over, but with the One Sith’s failure to seize stability in the region things would have seem to fall apart. Grasping at its fledgling independence Sena was quite certain that at least a few remnants of the Ember remained, but from what she had seen on her ship’s readings before getting off it was a whole continent away.

Here it was more peaceful. Some places even seemed untouched as if nature dared say no to the ever expanding reach of the Sith and their influence on all life.

Admirable and poetic to some,

Pathetic and pointless daydreaming to others.

The target was up ahead. Sena had to play it smart, if she even could. There were ledges around, a waterfall that could be useful, maybe even lethal.

Hmm, no, the contractor wanted the body. Mentalism was out of the question and a direct assault was a 50/50. Inside of her the voices clawed, begged for her to just jump out of the brush. They wanted her to turn on her saber and try her best to impale the man with little mind to how she went about it. It just needed to happen.

But Sena was smarter than that. She knew that she had to be the one in control for this or things would spiral out of control before it even started.

Only one move felt appropriate.

Sena stepped into the open and let the man know of her presence.

“You are a hard man to find, Connor Harrison.” She uttered, withdrew her saber and exposed it for him to see. “Lay down your weapons and I’ll make it easy on you.”

“Resist and… Well, you most likely know what happens then.”

 

[Connor Harrison]

The Force signature was closer, that much was clear, yet Connor didn't move. The view was to die for. He finished his sandwich and brushed his hands down, sighing through his nose as the voice came to bear on him moments after he had already felt her.

His eyes moved left first, and then his head, half-looking over his shoulder but not totally. Another threat. Another hunter out for his head.

"Who is it this time? Dredge? Ignus?" He looked back out over the beautiful valley one last time. "Keira," he muttered. "Fine."

Licking his lips, he shuffled, and pulled his legs up onto the lip of the cliff, where he stood on the edge with a raging waterfall and thousand foot drop inches away. He raised his half poncho slightly with his left hand, right hand held up in surrender.

"This is all I carry. Just calm down," he said slowly.

He unhooked it from his brown belt and threw it down onto the grass with a dull thud, and his hand went up. The hunter looked, well, hungry. More than just for credits. For something more. For pain, for blood. Power. Respect. His small, almost pandering smile stayed as he looked into her eyes, seeing what he could from the footprints left there. One stuck out that made him undestand the hunger - the Sorceress Matsu Xiangu. It seemed fate truly was bringing the two potential allies together in all manner of ways.

But, while he started to respect Matsu, she had to learn her students needed to learn much more respect for those stronger than they.

With that, the smile dissolved, and his right hand twisted and clenched into a fist as he latched onto the brain stem that seeped Matsu's mentalism. He focused on it and tore into it, accelerating it with the Force for total sensory overload. No tricks or illusions; just pain flooding to the ears, the eyes, the nerves and organs.

"Fool. You most likely know what happens next."

He clenched tighter, fist trembling, and walked forward.

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[Lassiter]

A low guttural laughter parted her lips. He was trying to cause her pain as if that would somehow dissuade her from performing her job. No doubt her entire being started to shake and shiver from the pulsating, crushing sensation that fell over her. It was fun, she’d give him that. The joke that seemed to insinuate there were things he could do to her that she hadn’t felt before. No, this feeling of vertigo and blunt, dull pain wasn’t all that different from the way slavers treated the women they deemed ‘special’ enough to live life in another kind of hell. It was similar to how they treated those who didn’t obey or do as they were told. For those women there had always been the softer blunt weapons. The kinds that left no bruises, and the rough handling that ensued afterwards was by many measures the same. The only thing missing was the actual hand that firmly latched on to your arms or any other limb that was at hand before they tossed you back in your cell for the night.

This was nothing new. This was nothing out of the ordinary. This was what Sena had experienced as a mere teenager twelve years ago. Her eyes closed in focus, yet once they were reopened the emerald color had drained, replaced with something far more wicked. Her fingers curled up into a tense ball as she called on the force. The tension was let go and with it she did her best to wrap a telekinetic hand against the man’s neck as her other hand mimicked the other and tried to electrocute him. Lift him off the ground and shock him into submission.

“Could have been easy.” She grunted through her gritted teeth. “Guess you Jedi never change.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Feeling the strength in her, Connor wasn’t disappointed; he was pleased. Strength and resolve were more important than who could do what to whom the hardest. He felt the swelling in the Force as she lashed out at him, forcing his hand at a dangerously close range.

The grip came to his throat, and it was uncomfortable, but not enough to cut off his breathing.

What came next was near blinding, a rapid counter of her Force lightning with his own, sparks emitting from mid-air that connected with his fingers in the retaliation against hers. It was a dazzling, dangerous display of two powerful energies clashing, scorching the grass below and causing small black burns where the lush green had been.

If there was a stale-mate, this was it.

He let go of the sensation in her mind.

”I’m no Jedi," he called out.

His footing staggered a little, getting a grip on the ground but still dangerously close to the edge.

”Stand down or I will end you!"

Connor pushed out harder with his attack whilst pushing her Force grip away as best he could.

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[Lassiter]

The throbbing pain stopped, but the counter to Sena’s attack did not. Connor stood his ground and unleashed lightning of his own. It’d be fair to say the woman was caught somewhat by surprise at the display. It wasn’t one of those things she associated jedi with, if at all.

“Yeah, I can see that.” She called out in response. “After you.”

The girl pushed forward despite knowing far better, dug in deep within herself to hold him back. It was like fighting uphill. She wasn’t a master of her techniques yet, but she was well on her way. The fact that her target was able to hold her off as well as he was, with her own technique, had thrown her off. She locked eyes with him, stared for as long as she could to probe him for a reaction before something else caught her attention.

Gunshots.

A bolt went flying for her, the saber on her belt was quickly withdrawn and ignited. Red met against blue and the bolt was deflected.

“Feth! I told ya to hold yer friggin’ fire!” A man’s voice called out from behind the bushes. Out of the bushes five armed men stepped out. One trandoshan, a rodian and three humans. One woman, two females. The leader — one of the men — stepped out before the others.

“Well whaddya know. The mighty Connor Harrison and his girlfriend are having a dispute.” He chuckled and raised his rifle with the others. “We have the two of you outgunned, surrender and we can make it easy on you.”

Sena looked at Harrison and then the mercenaries. Her lightsaber lending a blue sheen to her immediate surroundings. Her eyebrow raised at the Jedi as she slowly stood down. From Connor at least.

“No.” She said plain. The men recoiled in surprise before laughing. “Leave and I’ll make it easy on you.” Sena offered in response. “This contract is mine.”

“Oh that’s precious.” Their leader snickered. “And who do you think you are?”

“The Sword of Vahl.”

“Who?” The woman in the crowd laughed. “That some sort of self-proclaimed title or something?”

Lassiter remained quiet. A frown set over her and she began planning her next move. Nobody insulted her. Much less scum like this.

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[Connor Harrison]

At the sound of blaster fire which he cursed himself for not even sensing, the locked horn battle between the two Force warriors stopped, interjected by a blue lightsaber blade that was not his own, and the arrival of mercenaries.

Connor stood silently, flexing his hand where the burning sensation cooled from his attack. Looking over the unit, he didn’t recognise any of them – why would he? They were low-life scumbags out to make a quick credit. Funnily enough, it was clear they didn’t know much about the “mighty” Connor to come armed with a few pistols.

Just who put a hit on him could wait; right now he had to get out of this situation alive. And he wanted the girl too.

Raising his hands, he stepped forward.

”I am Connor Harrison. I’ll come with you, as a Jedi I will keep this peaceful and without violence."

Another step, and as it seemed the lead honcho with the rifle was about to speak, Connor yanked back his curled fist with great venom, and the man was dead before he hit the floor – the neck bone cracked inwards and pierced the side of his neck with a bloody spurt, and the reflex sent a few wild blaster bolts into the ground which was enough.

Lunging forward, he grabbed the girls wrist tight and pulled her back with him for those few steps into the abyss – over the cliff face and down to the raging water below without a second thought

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[Lassiter]

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“Feth!” The mercenary woman’s voice called out in terror and, oddly enough, heartbreak. “Manson, no!”

Sena herself would have reacted had it not been for the quick pull of her arm forcing her into a freefall down the edge of the cliff. While she had to admire the man’s attempts at fleeing it was the fact that he forced her with him that upset her the most. The plan she had formulated had very much involved the people whose signatures were growing more and more distant at a rather alarming rate. All she would have needed was a second or two to invade their minds and cause havoc, yet here she was falling to an uncertain destiny in a pool of water that was rapidly approaching.

The impact of the landing forced some of the air out of her lungs. She felt the man’s grip slip up and her vision blurring. From below the surface of the water she could hear the repeated sound of gunshots as the team fired their guns from the top of the ridge. She was close to passing out, the lack of air forcing her into a vivid struggle for the surface of the water.

Cold air gripped her hand as she broke the surface of the stream. Pushing herself up with the help of her leg she finally managed to get her head above water and with a deep breath she regained all that she had lost. The bolts continued flying in her direction and Sena turned around to look towards the skies.

There was something flying in the skies but she couldn’t make out quite what it was. Her vision was still blurred from the fall, but she knew better than to stick around and find out what it was. The stream still had her and she could use that to her advantage. Taking a firmer rein of her breathing she turned herself around on her stomach and continued to drift along like a ragdoll going downstream.

She needed to reach the point where it settled down, and after that, well, she hadn’t gotten there yet. She was forced to improvise.

 

[Connor Harrison]

He didn't hear the shouts of the girl, nor the shouts of the mercs or the bolts flying past them as they fell to the raging rapids below. All he heard above the water crashing down was his breathing...and then it all went silent.

They fell into the water, swallowed up by the current and his sight went black, hearing pulsating and his body felt heavy. Pushing up with his arms, the water pulling him back as best it could, he finally broke the surface and the senses were assaulted at once. Blurred vision, deafening water and whizzing bolts as the natural foam and mist provided loose cover.

He swam as hard as he could, no, not swim - ride the rapids. The current dragged him across, and it was only after the spray calmed did he see the lifeless body of his other assassin. He swam over, the weight of his wet clothing getting heavier and heavier, and latched onto her wrist with his arm and held on, letting the current be their guide.

A roar from above sweeping through the canyon caught his attention, and he saw a blur fly overheard as he maintained his grip and held it until the water calmed enough for him to feel the shingled bed of the river they were in. Pushing down with his boots, he scrambled forward up onto the bank, dragging the girl up with him.

”Move it!"

Her moans and muscle spasms confirmed she wasn't dead, but she would be if she hung around much longer. The engines could be heard echoing through the canyon they were now at the bottom of.

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[Lassiter]

The man chose to grab her when he could have taken this chance to run away. An unconscious person was as good bait for their hunters as anything else would have been. It’s what Sena would have done. Sacrifice the one to save herself and to ensure she got away. The solid ground and air of the water bank was a welcomed change, don’t get her wrong on that, but the man was a fool if he thought this changed anything. Deep down her voices still cried for his or anyone else’s blood and that wasn’t going to change. She coughed up the last few remaining traces of water contained in her lungs and peered up at the supposed non-jedi that had saved her. Most would have been grateful, Sena was not.

She got up on her feet and headed for cover amongst the trees. Once her back was planted firmly against a wooden surface she ran a hand through her hair and got it all tucked away. Robes were shaken and cloaks straightened before she glared at Harrison again.

“I could have taken them.” She hissed. “They could have been mine had you not pulled me off that cliff.”

She patted against her thigh to check for her saber. She withdrew it and tried to flick it on without success. The glare she sent off at her target amplified. Her teeth gritted, her lips pulling aside for the man to witness her fury.

“You.” She growled. “I hate you.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Ducking and running at the same time, the water squelching in his boots and dripping from his fingers and hair, Connor followed to the trees and span to keep his back to a thick stump. The engines above were high, and obviously searching for the pair, but for reasons unknown.

Apart from the engines, it was rather tranquil down here; the waterfall ahead seemed pretty meak now, the babbling river from it was calm, lush greens and the landscape itself was everything you'd need for a peaceful day of study and training.

Here, he was sodden and listening to some bitter girl complain that he'd saved her life. He started to regret it now.

Turning his head, he laughed. ”By all means go back and take them all on then!"

Connor focused on the cliff, peering up to the far edge and noting a few figures, or so it seemed, still there.

”Hate is nothing uncommon to me, don't worry." He looked back at her, ringing wet. ”So what's your story, Sword of Vahl. Do you have a name? Or is it just Sword."

He ducked again as the engine came around, and waved her down too.

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[Lassiter]

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The laughter burned. Each stuttered breath that jerked at the man’s chest was an insult. He was having fun, he was enjoying seeing Sena in her current position. He had been right, he knew that he was right and that if anything she had been outgunned, but her pride told her otherwise. The easiest way to tear a relationship apart was always to tear at the strings of those that were the most volatile. The woman who had seen her lover die before her had not felt fear or outrage, she had felt the flames of hate and the second that her enemy had left her sight it had all blossomed into a cacophony of all three elements that fuelled those sensitive to the force. Fear, hatred, suffering. She was most likely looking to impose all three of them upon the duo that was hiding in the bushes by now. If anything Sena was willing to wager it was she who was in charge of this game now.

It certanly wasn’t Sena. Had it been her, she would not have been the one trying to hide to save her own skin. Instead, it was the woman who could have so easily been disposed of with the one simple move. Too many people counted on family and friends to mean a whole lot to them. Squads were built on it, the trust that camaraderie demanded, but once you tugged on that idea, the illusion that people clung to that anyone cared for them, you could tear apart a whole world if you so wished. It was all in how well-rehearsed you were in your act and while Sena was far from a master of her trade she was pretty certain she could have handled tearing down a squad of mercenaries.

All she would have needed was control of the woman. Only for a second. Had she been the one who killed the man, say by shooting him or better yet stabbing him in the back, Sena would not only have created a moment of utter destruction within the mind of said woman, but a severe dent into the morale of her enemy.

But it was too late to pander the could-beens. Sena looked to the skies and the vehicle that hovered above.

“Raaf.” Sena lied with a devilish smirk. “Corvus Raaf.”

In reality it was obviously not her name, but it was one of the few Jedi names Sena had picked up over the years. Grand Master of the Republic or some such. It was a name chosen entirely out of spite. Real names were reserved for friends and those around her that she knew that she could trust. As far as that went, only three people were made aware of it and two of them yet lived. The other two, well, they had either too much dirt on her to not trust at this point or they were the only person that Sena still cared for. Either way she was still hoping to play the man for his ‘not a jedi’ card.

She somehow still doubted that.

Only a jedi would have saved someone else when there was nothing to gain from it.

 

[Connor Harrison]

The name resonated in his head like a pulse grenade going off at close range.

Corvus Raaf.

The mercs weren't important anymore, and his fist balled on the soft ground, the stream overflow lapping at his knuckles gently. Turning his head slightly, doubting his own hearing, he spoke.

”What did you say?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pushed himself up and turned fully to see her smirking without a care in the world, or care for whose name she just tarnished passing through her ignorant mouth.

”Why did you use her name?"

He advanced to her and snatched the saber hilt from his side, eyes burning with a desire to find out why the woman who meant so much to him was still playing a part in pushing him to the darkness. With a burst of speed, he was on her, elbow up on her chest and pushing her back with a snarl into the stump of a tree with a satisfying thud.

”Unlike you, those prepared to fight know that you should always forge a blade with a Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse so it doesn't short in water." He pushed the hilt to the girls ribs and harder with his arm. He stared at her with anger in his eyes. ”Tell me why you said her name. And I swear if it's not the right answer I will leave you here to die. I promise you."

Connor pushed her into the tree again.

”TELL ME!"

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[Lassiter]

Oh that got a reaction. The name must have struck a chord, or perhaps the opposite. He was angry, even she felt it. He cared for this woman, that much became obvious. Something in the tone of his voice, the fire in his eyes. She continued smirking as he approached her and even grinned as he smashed her against the tree stump. Now this anger, this rage was something that she too knew rather well.

… The lecture on saber creation though…


She tsked.

“Yeah, well,” She said as she drew the force to herself in a push to get him off of her. The ship above took note. The sound of its engines quieted down as if they slowed their speed down and switched to a hover. “Not all of us rely on a lightsaber to fight for us.”

“Corvus Raaf was the master of your order, it’s hardly a name that has gone unheard of.” Sena snickered as she got up from the ground. “If something as simple as a name is enough to push you over the edge, then you won’t last long, Connor Harrison.”

A lecture for a lecture.

“You had me pinned, I had to retaliate and for each second we spend arguing over names they’re gaining on us.” She said and continued strolling. “So, if you are so insistent on fighting me over a name, then by all means do that.”

“But if you want to survive relatively unharmed I suggest you come up with another plan.”

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[Connor Harrison]

Listening to her speak, Connor had her back in his head again. Corvus. That bright smile, the brown hair falling over her shoulders – so much positivity and care. She should have been his had she not fallen to the clutches of the Sith Sorceress.

The girl slipped from his clutch whilst in his trance, still giving off attitude and still playing it like Connor was the one who was putting them in danger and holding them back.

He had only been here to reflect. Had this whelp not turned up looking for trouble, the mercs would be bones right now and he could carry on with his lunch looking over the beautiful landscape. Now he was drenched, escaping an assault vehicle, riddled with memories and putting up with a failed assassin.

He looked to her walking off like the cat who got the cream, and he walked towards her from behind and punched her kidney, using the force to spin her around and grab her lapels, pushing into her neck with balled fists.

”I am already over the edge and I won’t think twice about making you suffer and feed you to the wolves so you cut the attitude and you LISTEN. You tell me who you are and what you are doing after me. YOU came looking for trouble and now you’ve got it – I can do this all day so make it quick."

The engine was still high above, and he looked at her, not breaking his gaze. It was a shame she wasn’t playing ball.

”And don’t mention her name again."

She was rather pretty. Such a shame having to resort to this, but if they didn’t listen or respect him…what else did they think he’d do?

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[Lassiter]

He was rough though. Sena flinched and groaned at the punch, yet the amused look on her face didn’t go away. At least not until she realized that perhaps it was best to be honest with him. At least a little. Just a very little.

She sighed. “Fine.” She said and stared right back at him. She sounded sincere at least.

“My name is Mira Trell,” Sena sold the lie. “And I sought you out to make a quick profit.”

“... Contractor was anonymous, but half a million is half a million.”

[ Sorry for the short length! ]
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[Connor Harrison]

”Don’t lie to me!"

Her voice said one thing, her eyes and aura another. Connor snarled and span her around and pushed her down onto the ground roughly, leaning over her, holding her up with the lapels. He looked up at the hovering vehicle starting to come down on the bank of the stream.

”Tell me your name and who sent you!"

Connor glanced across again, fingers tight, and through the trees he saw water being kicked up and a loading bay door open and three armed figures jump down.

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“I did!” The redhead exclaimed under the pressure of his second wave of doubt. “Mira Trell, born on Coruscant under Sith occupation, left to die by my parents, found by the sith, story ends up here!”

Never let it be known that Sena hadn’t been an actress. It came with her occupation. Assassinations with mentalism was all great and well, but the taste of swaying someone with your looks and falsehoods had a taste that was just so much more sweeter. It was like eating from the cookie jar and getting away with it as a child or like cheating on a partner and having them buy your lie about how you ‘had no choice, he said he would kill me if we didn’t do it.’ The latter of which more often than not had a higher chance of disrupting friendships and family ties altogether. Sena would never openly admit that she lived for those emotions, to feed on those, but she did. The suffering of others meant that they were scratching the surface of the experiences that she had lived through when she had been half their age.

The galaxy deserved to know pain and suffering. She knew that much.

“The contract was anonymous, but the money was insane.” The girl continued before a voice called from the distance.

“Found them!” A man’s modulated voice echoed through the woods. “Blast’em!”

Blaster bolts started soaring towards the two jedi, dark or no. Sena pushed herself free and sought cover behind the trees again.

“Good job bringing them here, Captain Silver!” The woman laughed at her sarcastic remark. “Seems they found us!”

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor glared at her as she spouted off her story, and even though he didn’t believe her for a second, he had no choice but to accept it before the modulated voice and blaster fire greeted them from beyond the trees.

"Shut up and stay down," he shouted at her.

He pushed up and over the knarled tree stump he was behind as she dived for her own cover. Spinning off the to the side, Connor knelt and slammed his hand into the soft ground and expelled a rippling wave of Force energy. He pumped it into the ground with no let up as it started to tear the earth up in chunks railroading towards the two figures trying to get a good shot.

With the unstable earth, the roots of a couple of trees were disturbed, unearthed and sent toppling over towards the men, their cries signalling a confused and swift end eith unstable footing caused by the earth rupture and crushed by a falling tree.

Connor got up and ran over the fresh mounds of earth and bark towards the clearing where the stream was and the transport could be found hovering. They wanted to take a shot at the Jedi, then this Jedi would shoot back to kill.

Running out from the swirling dirt from his display, Connor wasted no time in reaching out with his hands for the glowing engines and gritted his teeth as he contorted his fists to focus on the fire writhing. Accelerating the already burning fuel and elements inside the ship wasn’t hard, and it worked in a perfect chain reaction that started from the trail of the engine.

Small explosions rocked the outer engine, before it blew from the inside and listed for a second as a body fell from the transport door, and a second after that, the fuel line ruptured and the whole ship went up in a ball of flame, spitting out debris and fire from all angles as it dropped like a flaming rock into the stream below.

The blast sent Connor falling back into the mound of earth and bark and the heat washed over him, Then, peace. The spitting of the engine fire and the babbling stream as all that could be heard.

Connor rolled over and coughed, clearing his thought and wiping down his hands, surveying the wreckage and nodding to himself.

"Captain Silver strikes back."

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And for a very brief moment, with all things going on, Sena hated herself for smirking at the man’s Captain Silver comment. He had torn apart the opposition and crashed their ship and ensured their deaths. There was no doubt about it at this point, she had been sent to save a Jedi, but the man didn’t really strike her as one. Perhaps he was the kind of Jedi that had wisened up, or maybe someone had turned him into this. In either case Sena could find… Appreciation for him. Not in any way something that would be enough for her to really care for him as more than a target or a liability, but appreciation was always owed where due.

“Yeah, okay, that was good.” Sena chuckled. “Not very jedi-like, but that don’t mean I can’t appreciate what you did.”

After all, he saved her life as well. Or rather, saved her the inconvenience of having to fell the ship herself. Now that if anything was the excuse she would stick to.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I am not planning on sticking around to see if those guys had more friends or not.” The redhead approached the man, apprehensively. He was just as likely to kill her as he was to let her go after all of this. At least that was what she would have contemplated and there was never any reason for her to think he wouldn’t kill her.

Sena would kill herself. No doubt about that.

She shook her wet saber and watched it as closely as she could. Water wasn’t pouring out of it, that was a good sign.