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Location: Ukatis




Asaiah twirled a few droplets of blood around her hand, dozens of thoughts rushing through her mind. It had been a new skill to her repertoire that she had quite a bit of fun with. With a curl of her finger, she brought the droplets into two individual vials that she then stored away. The light of the room flickered on and off as the girl glanced down at her handywork on the floor. A pair of bodies sliced to ribbons for their "crimes." Justice had been achieved in her eyes as she swung her blade through the air to shake off the blood before sliding it back into its sheath. A small smile gracing her face as she looked at her handywork. The pair had been punished for their "crimes". Their crimes? Being poor parents. At least in Asaiah's eyes, they had been poor parents. She had been watching them since she arrived on Ukatis. It had been an interesting planet. The farmland and forest made it easy for her to move through but it was also unlike anything she had experienced herself. Most of her hunting grounds had been urban planets. She wasn't sure what she preferred. Rural or urban...

"Mama? Papa? Are you down here?"

A small voice came from the stairs of the house, as a young lad, perhaps no older than six came down alongside a young girl waddling behind him, holding onto a brown blanket. Aha! Excellent. It was the children that Asaiah had came to rescue! They were free now! Asaiah bounced her way over towards the two children, a small manic grin spread across her face as she examined them for a moment. The fear they were feeling was evident, even without the Force, Asaiah would be able to see it in their eyes and face. The tears building in their eyes before Asaiah leaned her hand forward, gently tapping the boy on the nose and indirectly covering the nose in blood.

"Boop. You don't need to worry about your Mama or Papa anymore. They were bad people. Mean people. Mean people get hurt. You and your sister are good people though. You're free. To do whatever you want!"

There was a small sense of wonder in Asaiah's voice as she waved her hands through the air. Acting as if this was some big giant story for those two. They were the main characters of their story! They could go anywhere they wanted! Take whatever they wanted! No-one could stop them! They just needed to take it themselves. Like how Asaiah had done the same for herself, when she had taken her own parents' lives.

"You should go to the forests. They'll have lots of food for you to eat. Places for you to sleep. I've also heard people in the forest. If you go there, I'm sure you'll find people to talk to. You can figure out what to do from there. But I must be off. A Hero can not hang around for long!"

With that, Asaiah ruffled both of the kids' hair and made her way out of the house! Rushing through the night with glee evident on her face as she made her way for the nearby forest herself. Her job on Ukatis was nearly done in her eyes! Soon she'd set off to continue her "heroism" on another world...but for tonight? She was going to make the most of her time!
 


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The forest was thick with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of wind through the branches and the crunch of earth beneath her boots. Sable moved like a shadow between the trees—fluid, silent, deliberate. The dark pressed close around her, the canopy blotting out the stars above, wrapping the world in muted grey and black.

She welcomed it.

Out here, the noise of civilization couldn't reach her. No orders. No comms. No eyes watching, expecting. Just the forest… and the gnawing voice at the back of her mind.

You're lost again.

Her jaw tightened.

You always do this. The quiet makes it harder to ignore the truth, doesn't it?

No, but I liked it better when there was only one voice in here.


She kept walking. Not faster, not slower—just steady. As if movement alone would keep the thoughts from catching up.

But they always did. Ever since she had gone into that damn tomb with Venny, this occurrence had been reoccurring.

It wasn't guilt. She didn't believe in guilt anymore. That was a luxury for people who had something left to lose. Something to hold on to. She had precision, instinct, silence.

You enjoy this too much. The kill. The chase. The stillness afterward. You wear it like a second skin.

Maybe she didn’t have silence after all.

She'd spent so long shaping herself into a weapon, sharpening every edge until nothing could reach her. No emotion, no attachment, no hesitation. That was what survival demanded. That was what she demanded.

But the voice beneath it all—darker, colder—wasn't impressed by discipline.

You're not a tool. You're not a soldier. You're a thing made for violence. That’s the only reason you follow her.

You don’t even know what I’m following.

Her fingers flexed slightly near the grip of her weapon, not to draw, but to feel the weight there—solid, familiar, real. Something that made sense in a world where nothing else did.

The wind picked up again. Trees creaked faintly, the scent of damp leaves and old earth surrounding her. The trail ahead twisted, but she followed it with ease. She didn't need light. The path wasn't physical—it was instinctual. Just like everything else.

You're not hunting her just for orders.

She stopped.

For a moment, the stillness was absolute. No birds. No movement. Just her breath, steady and cold, fogging slightly in the night air.

You're following her because you want to understand her. Or maybe—just maybe—

Then she felt the weight fade.

She felt bliss as silence once again was gifted upon her, and she let a breath escape.

I’m just on a walk, stop trying to read into things.

She moved again, boots sinking slightly into the mossy ground. The thoughts didn't stop. They never did. But she knew how to push them deeper—bury them under layers of mission protocol, tactical assessment, calculation.

She told herself that was enough.

But the deeper she went into the woods, the louder the silence got.
 
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Location: Ukatis



The silence was good for Asaiah as she worked over her blade. It was more of an instinctual need for her. You take care of your tools at the end of the day. It was one of the few things that she could fully put her attention to as the girl worked on polishing the blade. She had to keep going until she could see her reflection in it. It was one of the few times she could see her reflection as a whole, instead of as a shattered mess. The eager grin on her face, the spark of fire in her eyes as Asaiah carried on cleaning the blade. It had to shine. Like a beacon of the justice she had unleashed on the evildoers in the Galaxy!

Once that was done, Asaiah sheathed the blade once more before inspecting her vials. Taking out a datapad to take notes as she tapped away at it. She had to keep a record of all of them for when she finally got to work experimenting on them. Inputting various bits of data. Rough age, species, location, method of collection. With that all put in, she then slid the datapad back away before flipping herself up to her feet with a jump. She had boundless energy that wouldn't be contained as she hopped up and down on the spot.

"What to do now...What to do...I've never checked to see if I can find the people in the trees...but do I want to find the tree people? The treeple?..."

As she bounced from foot to foot, Asaiah tapped her chin in thought, letting her eyes scan through the darkness. There was too many choices. Not enough time. It was times like this that annoyed her. When she had an unlimited amount of choices. She could head to one of the cities, she could liberate more people from the criminals that held power over them or she could just wander...Wander it is!

With that, the Girl burst out into a sprint through the forest, making no sound as she avoided trampling on sticks or leaves. Rushing past various trees and rocks before reaching up to catch various branches to throw herself through the air with a flip!

"Wooooo!"

Her voice echoed through the forest and night sky. Twirling and flipping through the air as she moved through the Forest, taking the Force with her in her stride to keep her moving. Soaring through the forest and interuptting the silence...before Asaiah spotted someone in the distance, tilting her head as she perched herself up on a branch of a nearby tree.

"Hellllllllo over there! What are you doing?"

Sable Varro Sable Varro

 
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Sable's body stilled, caught mid-motion as she heard the voice break through the quiet night air. The sound of someone—someone who didn't belong here, who certainly didn't belong near her. Her pulse quickened, adrenaline flooding her system. Every part of her screamed to act, to defend herself, to get away from whatever this... this thing was. But when her gaze snapped to where the voice came from, all she saw was a blur—a person-, bouncing between the branches.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and only that voice remained, pulling her into a state of frenzied confusion.

Sable's breath was shallow, her vision swimming as she stumbled back, her feet nearly giving way beneath her. A part of her wanted to draw her blasters, to make sure the strange, exuberant girl didn't get any closer. Another part of her simply wanted to run. But where could she run?

"What are you..." Sable's voice came out cracked, hoarse, a dry rasp that was far from commanding. She had no strength left. There was only this unyielding pull—the sense that she was slipping further from herself, tangled in whatever nightmare this was. Her fingers twitched at her side, but the blasters felt heavy, useless. Her vibroblade had long since disappeared.

She tried to focus, to find the strength in her limbs to fight, to make sense of what was happening, but the world spun around her. The girl seemed like nothing but an image flickering at the edge of reality. And Sable? She was barely holding on.

”What are you doing here...?" Sable whispered again, her voice quieter this time, raw with frustration. But even as she spoke, her thoughts were jumbled. Her mind was grasping for clarity that wouldn't come. Could it be? Was this another phantom? Another hallucination?

Her hand shook as she reached up, brushing through her disheveled hair. What was real anymore? She couldn't tell. She couldn't trust her senses.

"You shouldn't be here..." She muttered, mostly to herself, as her vision swam. She blinked, trying to shake off the fog settling over her mind. This whole situation, unusual to her.

The voice in her head didn’t help at all.
 



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"I'm haaaanging about."

Asaiah replied from upside down as she had her legs hooked around one of the branches, tilting her head as she took in the strange sight in front of her. They didn't seem like they were doing quite well if she was being honest to herself. Her eyes squinting for a moment, as she started to quickly judge the stranger in front of her. Examining them for anything she could hold against them. They didn't appear to fit her typical view of a troublemaker, so there was no need for her to try and enact "justice".

"You shouldn't be here. You seem tired. Do you need a nap? You should be in a bed. Not in the forest. There's a house in that direction"

With that she pointed...in a direction. Asaiah had completely forgotten what way she had come from. Was it behind her...Maybe it was over in that direction to the left...It didn't help that she was looking everything upside down, so her entire sense of direction had been flipped as she wasn't sure what to do about the person in front of her. Hm...What to do...What to do...They might need help. Should she help them? What could she get out of it...

"...I'll help you get to safety. If you give me some blood. Doesn't have to be yours. Just any. Not my own of course. I have enough of that."

She had an entire body filled with her own blood! Asaiah giggled to herself as she threw herself off the branch and back onto her feet, brushing some leaves and dirt off her outfit before clapping her hands together, letting it echo throughout the forest.

"Do we have a deal, Strange Red Riding Hood Person?"






 
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Sable tilted her head, observing Asaiah's strange mannerisms and upside-down posture. She wasn't sure if she was more amused or confused, but the offer of blood—well, that was certainly unexpected. A laugh bubbled up from her throat, but she quickly swallowed it down, not wanting to offend.

"I'm fine, really," Sable replied, brushing a hand through her hair with a slight smirk. "I don't think I need a nap or." She eyed Asaiah, considering her words. "But, your offer is….quite a deal."

Sable's gaze drifted toward the direction Asaiah had pointed. She wasn't sure if the girl was being serious about the bed or just enjoying her own company a little too much.

"Guess I'll take your word for it, whoever you are. But no you’re not getting a drop of blood from me. Maybe you'll have better luck with someone else."

Then the voice whispered to her again.

Or we can take it from her.

She winced, at the suggestion, her head jerking back as she looked over her shoulder.

“For the love of my sanity, shut up….”
 
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"Oh trust me! I've had pleeeeenty of luck with other people!"

With that, Asaiah rummaged around pulling out four separate vials of blood between her fingers as she then pointed at each one individually, a little gleeful smile across her face alongside a sparkle in her eyes.

"This one is from a Rodian that tried to stab me. This one is from a Twi'lek that I made...stick around for a little bit. And these two are from some very bad parents."

She nodded to herself, reciting each story as if it was some kind of bedtime tale before she shoved the vials back away for storage. Once she was back at her hideout, she'd add them to the rest of her samples. Though now that Asaiah thought about it...She was going to need to find somewhere more secure to store them.

"It's for a recent project that I wa-..."

The smile faded from Asaiah's face as the person in front of her assumedly told her to shut up and then looked behind themselves. Causing Asaiah to just put her hands on her sides and pout.

"That's rude. You don't just tell someone to shut up. I mean...Sure, I do it sometimes when I'm asking people questions. If they're screaming too much or in too much pain, I just give them a quick slap across the back of the head to shut them up..."




 



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Sable's expression tightened as Asaiah rambled on, her eyes narrowing slightly. She couldn't tell if the girl's enthusiasm was unsettling or just plain bizarre, but it was starting to wear on her nerves. The tiredness was starting to settle in too, the kind of bone-deep fatigue that made everything feel a little sharper, a little more suffocating. The voices in her head, which had been quiet for a while, started to whisper again, digging their claws into her thoughts.

When Asaiah mentioned the quick slap across the head, Sable stiffened. Her jaw clenched.

"I wasn’t talking to you," Sable snapped, her voice a bit too sharp, a bit too quick, as she met Asaiah's gaze with something cold simmering in her eyes. "But you might want to be careful how you talk to people. Not everyone's as.….enlightened as I am." She took a breath, trying to steady herself, but the weight of exhaustion only made her words feel more brittle.

The blood vials, the mention of the ‘project,’ it all made her skin crawl, but she didn't say anything more on that front. Instead, she forced a smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes. Not that it mattered while she was wearing her mask. "Don’t mind me. Just... need some quiet." Her hand brushed over her face as she turned slightly away, trying to push back the voices urging her to react, to lash out. "And…I’d strongly suggest you not lay a hand on me. For both our sakes."

The last thing she needed was to encourage the voices in her head.
 



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"Oh. I know. Most people would be screaming bloody murder by now. Calling me a freak, or a murderer. I mean...I am one. But it takes a murderer to kill one. And I mean, it's okay to kill in self defense. I'm just doing it in...pre-emptive self defense.

She waved her hand through the air as she spoke, rambling on for a moment as Asaiah started to pace from side to side, the smile starting to spread across her face once more as the girl acted as if she was talking to some kind of audience. Waving her hands through the air to add extra emphasis to her words. Though on further examination, it would seem like she was swinging her hands through the air as if she had a knife.

The tone of Sable's voice alongside the cold look in her eyes were completely lost on Asaiah. For good reason. Asaiah only cared about those things when she wanted to make a record of someone. The stranger seemed interesting enough but she wasn't the right choice for Asaiah as she carried on with her ramblings.

"Hands to myself! I don't like to touch people. That's what I have this for."

Asaiah tapped the handle of her blade at her side, keeping the smile on her face. She wasn't dumb enough to unsheathe it. As much as she might have seemed and acted like it, Asaiah wasn't dumb. She was smart enough to know when something would be a stupid idea that would get her killed. She didn't want to die. She had too many criminals to deal with.

"I'm not too worried about talking about this to you anyway. You seem suspicious as well. You're hearing a voice that isn't there. That means you're fiiiiiine."

 



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Sable's eyes narrowed as she observed the woman's erratic behavior. She kept her distance, her posture tense, but outwardly calm. Her rifle was slung, but her hand hovered near the grip, just in case. Asaiah's rambling only cemented what Sable had already suspected; this one was unhinged. The knife gestures, the half-smiles, the lack of understanding of personal space... it all screamed a dangerous unpredictability.

Her cold tone slipped into the air with a bite of irony, as if she was talking to someone who had been playing with fire too long.

"I've killed enough to know it's not a game," Sable said, eyes scanning Asaiah carefully, her gaze calculating. "That's called murder. Just embrace it, don't do mental gymnastics to hide behind it."

She glanced at the knife at Asaiah's side but didn't move. A part of her was curious; curious about how far this woman would go to push her luck.

"You're right, though. We all hear voices sometimes. But that doesn't mean they're worth listening to. And it sure doesn't make you any less dangerous."


I like her, unlike you, she's a killer.

Shut. Up.

Sable's tone never wavered. A small smirk tugged at her lips, though it was more a warning than anything. She was thankful once again for her mask.

"Just don't get too close."

 



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"Do I need to be a parrot? I've already said I know it's murder, silly! I'd rather do actual gymnastics than mental ones. That just sounds like more effort. I've killed a fair few people myself! With my sword, with my hands, with their blood. It's not a game though!"

That Asaiah could agree with! A bright grin still evident on her face as the girl waved her hands through the air. She wasn't bothering to get closer to Sable. Why would she want to? She just paced back and forth in the woods, staying on the move. She didn't stand in one place for too long. It was just a habit of her's.

"It's my quest! To kill those who are evil and protect the innocent! To use anything and all at my disposal! And I believe YOU are not evil!"

Saying that, the girl flipped her sword out of its sheath, letting it spin through the air before she caught it...blade first, pointing the handle over towards Sable with a wide grin spread across her face, with a set of bright teeth!

"Thou art a most noble looking...stranger."

Of course, that was in Asaiah's mind. In reality...well, it seemed like the complete opposite. Then in the blink of an eye, Asaiah chucked the sword back into the air for her to catch in her sheath before looking back at Sable.

"Who said voices make you any less dangerous? I like danger! It's real. Compared to the veil that people like to hide behind."

 

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