Blazes of Glory (Skrik Piper)

[Saran Drast]

The dawn on Kashyyyk was something beautiful to watch. A fact that Saran was taking no advantage of. The Mkraluka was fine tuning her saber, occupying her time, while Jacobs called out to her to come see the sunrise. After a minute of annoyance, she slowly came out. Sighing, she turned to him.
"I could see it from the ship, you know."
He smiled. "But I couldn't see it with you."
Sighing, the young Knight stared off in the distance, hands behind her back. "I know."
Saran was trying to avoid showing it, but her danger sense was tingling. Something was up. She didn't know what. And that worried her.
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[Skrik Piper]

Kashyyyk was a way out and she had needed a handful of sleeping pills to make the trip without freaking out. Small, enclosed spaces were not a thing she was particularly fond of--especially if said spaces were floating through the depths of the universe.

Kashyyyk was a quiet locale--sometimes too quiet--that had been a Republic outpost for years. While the forest was deep and hindered most from making the trek from the prime villages, it was also somewhat advantageous having that sort of isolation. On the Wookiee homeworld, Jedi would not be tough to identify if one chanced upon them. This one, with her purple hair, stuck out like a sore thumb.

Face smeared in charcoal-colored stripes for camouflage, Skrik Piper pulled on her hair and draped it over her shoulder to keep it out of obvious sight. Raising her projectile rifle amidst heavy brush, she fingered the trigger eagerly and waited for her target to move into position for a clear shot. She would pay for her blessing.

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[Saran Drast]

NOW! "Down!" She yelled, shoving Jacobs down as she went down. Sniper. Who wants me dead? She thought, but ignored it. She needed to focus. Where did it come from? The planet was teeming with life, so many here sentient and non-sentient alike. But there were few that glowed enough to be a target. Three possible, one on each side. Two Wookies. They wouldn't take too kindly to Outsiders, but that shot wasn't theirs. It certainly hadn't been a bowcaster. There. She ducked behind the landing gear of the ship, pulling her blades to her hands. Jacobs next to her now, asking her something.
"..we going to do?" He said, drawing his blaster.
"You're going to the ship. I don't want you getting hurt." She replied. He seemed to want to argue, but then smiled and nodded. And they both moved. Jacobs from one side, heading up the boarding ramp, and Saran on the other, moving towards [member="Skrik Piper"] while trying to keep the ship between them.

 

[Skrik Piper]

Skrik scowled as the Jedi evaded her first shot. So much for the element of surprise.

Concealing the rifle inside the brush, the Jedi hunter took up her electrostaff and began to silently circle the point at which she had fired, maintaining a stalking radius of about twenty meters. She kept the electrical weapon powered off to avoid calling attention to herself. There was no sign of the purple-haired Jedi, but patience was the greatest virtue in relation to hunting Force users. Direct confrontation was risky--though sometimes necessary--business.

Stalling after traversing about a quadrant of a, Skrik stopped in her tracks and remained silent, hoping to catch the sound of whom she hoped would become her latest victim. She drew her stun gun and waited for her adversary to approach. If this Jed were like most of those she had encountered, her overconfidence would be her undoing.

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[Saran Drast]

Moving. The signature was moving around. Never a good thing. Turning again, she held a saber handle at chest height. Holding onto it with the force, she let her hand fall. The handle moved some distance away before activating. The crimson blade would hopefully draw attention from [member="Skrik Piper"], and allow Saran to get into a better spot. Bringing her shoto to her off hand, she moved closer to the woman's position. If she could get the drop....

 

[Skrik Piper]

Piper favored a stun gun for close range combat. Its blast was a scatter ray which made it impossible for Jedi types to defend against with their lightsabers and allowed a little room for error. And besides, killing her opponents was no problem once they were down anyway.

Skrik snickered as her prey activated their saber. The bright red blade was a beacon for her aim, and she did not hesitate a moment before pulling the trigger, weapon aimed in the direction of the beam of light. Piece of cake, she thought, holstering the stunner and flicking on her electrostaff. Pitiful--an easy kill. If there was any weakness to these Jedi types, it was their arrogant ignorance.

"You have lose," she declared, thinking herself victorious.

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[Saran Drast]

"Have I?" Saran said, reactivating the saber and sending it spinning at [member="Skrik Piper"]. Moving again, she closed as much of the remaining distance while maintaining cover from the stun gun. She had never been good at deflection, and she didn't want to test her luck. She studied the trees again. The Wookies were gone. Good.
"What do you want?"

 

[Skrik Piper]

The lightsaber came hurtling rapidly at her, and she was just able to duck in time to avoid having her neck severed. Unfortunately, the blade had provided a bit of a shave, removing about half of her red-blonde ponytail. And she had just had her hairs cut, too!

Skrik knew these Force types liked to play mindgames. Silence was the best option for attack, and she smirked as the Jedi spoke up, allowing her to judge her adversary's location sonically. Removing one of her vibroblades, she launched the knife at the other woman and crashed out from behind the brush, the purple charge of her electrostaff now dancing wildly as she readied to finish off a hopeful kill.

"You have paying for murder," she finally answered viciously.

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[Saran Drast]

Both the blades she held activated, blocking the vibroblade and rending it in twain as Saran spun. "Murder to avenge murder? Must the saber devour forever?" She asked, now having a confirmed target. The electro staff would be a bit of a challenge. She could keep her at range and strike out when she pleased. The red blade she had sent at the woman earlier now flashed out of the bush behind her, coming into a horizontal swipe at [member="Skrik Piper"]'s waist.

 

[Skrik Piper]

So she had two blades... Skrik had learned last time to always be on her toes against Jedi types, and as she heard the whir of the blade approaching her from behind, she abandoned her offensive and leaped to her right, curling her body around the electrostaff and rolling across the leafy ground in a somersault.

The half-Rattataki could stand toe-to-toe with Padawans--she had slain her share of Jedi apprentices. She knew all their saber forms and was skilled enough to compensate for the gap in reaction time that Force users could usually utilize to their advantage. But this woman was no Padawan, and a direct clash of sabers likely would not end particularly well for Piper. She would have to outsmart her opponent and work her into the ground.

Crouching behind the base of a tree, the assassin decided to wait for the Jedi to approach and answer the question later.

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