Private Doomed Hunter

[Matsu Xiangu]

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LAO-MON
early evening​

The Unknown Regions were choking on a poison. An energy pervasive and thorough leached through the stars in the aftermath of Exegol’s unhinging, reaching for every surrounding planet like the slow, inevitable promise of a lava flow. She had felt it on her adopted homeworld of Maena, a manic vibration of violence that had poured outwards from one incident to the next on a planet already known for its hideous way of life.

And so she had left, embarking on an exploration of her theory that a world that had birthed so much dark would not go gently in to the night. What existed in the Force must go elsewhere, mustn’t it? Greatly diluted surely, but what was that theory about matter being neither created nor destroyed?

Besides: she ages, she is wounded and rebuilt and less the physical creature that set out in to the galaxy decades ago, but the fundamental things do not change. She wanders. She belongs nowhere.

Lao-mon was a quiet world by anyone’s standards, backwater by design. For millennia the Shi’ido had managed to live a life removed from the dramas of the rest of the galaxy and to a certain extent they still managed to stay out of most things. But no longer was it a world completely barren of outsiders, of those passing through either out of curiosity or to disappear. There wasn’t much else to do. The Shi’ido didn’t exactly make it a point to cater to tourists or do business.

She moved through one of the planet’s small cities, dressed in lightweight, black clothes that would let the humid air pass over her skin, hair pulled up in to a high, efficient ponytail. Light glowed from every building, a gold tinged green by the reflection of every facet off green surrounding every side. The smell of ozone drifted through its streets and thoroughfares off the enormous strand of waterfalls in the distance. Idyllic, really. But even here she thought Exegol’s influence breathed in the suspicion on the faces of passers-by, some thinly veiled hair-trigger of madness.

Of course, unbeknownst to her, the Galactic Alliance felt the same, and Jedi emissaries searched the planet, following the same instincts that flowed through the Force to inevitably bring them together.

Nyaeli​

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

"Look at what you've done," Nyaeli told the Jedi Padawan, who sat on his knees with shock visible in his eyes, as he stared down at the lifeless body of his Master. It hadn't been a crimson blade that struck him down, nor was his body burned by endless currents of Sith Lightning. No, it was his own blade that had pierced his Master's back, but not his own mind that forced his muscles to do it.

The whispers — they just wouldn't stop.

"I warned you when your kind hunted me down," Nyaeli said with venom in her tone, as she circled around the Padawan and slowly crouched down behind him to bring her lips close to his ears. "But you wouldn't listen." His eyes widened once more, as a blade of blood-red plasma exploded through his back and out from his chest, before they dimmed like his Master before him. Nyaeli's lips curled up into a smile, and slowly she stood back up to raise the black hood over her head once more.

This wasn't the first Jedi she had killed in the last week or two, and with more of their kind disappearing during these hunts for Maw remnants, only more were coming. She couldn't fight them all, and she had already been relying on her ability to control the minds of the weak to take them down. But she wasn't sure how much longer she would last. The spaceport was likely already locked down, and every bigger city with its own landing pads was heavily controlled by Jedi or Alliance military.

There was no way out.

With her hood covering most of her face, and dark robes obscuring blue skin in the dark of night, Nyaeli stepped out of the abandoned warehouse she had been hiding in, and walked back to the village. She had to find a way to leave this planet behind, and time was running out.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

For every action taken with the Force there was a ripple, an energy impossible to ignore. The Sith Lord felt it like a whisper, that act of cruelty, and she was not even listening for it.

So of course the Jedi, hunting, felt it too.

A Knight and a Padawan came peeling around the corner to sprint down the same path Nyaeli was walking, their expressions thin with worry as their companions hadn’t responded to comms for several minutes after being raised. They were moving in the opposite direction as the younger woman, about to be right beside her at any moment. The Force was drawing them in the direction of the warehouse but (breath held, would they give her a second glance?) they sprinted past the Aruzan. They had no reason to be suspicious of her at the moment, of anything at all.

Matsu too, was walking in that direction, merely out of curiosity. After all…was she not exploring Exegol’s theorized influence as its darkness diluted in to the stars?

It was several minutes later that she came upon the scene of those same Jedi, now returned from discovering the horrible scene of their allies’ murder, having stopped and surrounded a woman in dark robes with her hood pulled up. Matsu wasn’t in the habit of getting involved in things that didn’t include her but something told her to wait…watch.

“Sorry to bother you miss, but we saw you coming from the direction of the warehouses. Did you see anything suspicious?” asked the older of the two, his lack of braid denoting him for at least a Knight. Matsu had spent decades practicing the art of manipulating minds, and in so doing had developed an almost passive ability to read emotions without trying. The Knight’s tone was polite, calm, but she could feel his deep, gathering suspicion and anyone who’d been in even a little bit of trouble would have noticed his hand hovering a little too close to the saber at his belt. He knows. He knows. What will she do?

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

There was no way out.

Even as the two Jedi sprinted past her, hoping to find their fellow Jedi still alive at their last known location, Nyaeli understood that she couldn't run from them. If she picked up her pace now and tried to escape the village, she would look far too suspicious and any other Jedi in the area would surely notice. But if she lingered too long, they would eventually force her to stop for questions as well, and she'd be exposed.

Perhaps destiny was written in stone after all, and every potential path of her future converged to one point — death at the hands of the Jedi who came here to hunt her and other survivors of Exegol.

So be it.​

"Sorry to bother you miss, but we saw you coming from the direction of the warehouses. Did you see anything suspicious?"

Nyaeli's gaze slowly raised up to meet the Jedi Knight who had finally caught up with her. She could feel that he was on edge even without using the Force, and noticed his hand inching closer and closer to his lightsaber. He knew. They both did, the Master and Padawan. But even after accepting her fate, she wasn't going to just surrender. She'd make the Jedi bleed and kill as many of them as she could before they'd ever bring her down. But she knew she couldn't win a duel against a Jedi Knight, so her mind, augmented by her Attani Implant, reached out to the Padawan instead.

He screamed.

The mind of a Jedi Knight was often like a fortress that she could only wither down slowly. The mind of a Padawan, however, was far more easily penetrated, and once she was inside, she wasted no time splintering it into fragments. The pain it caused was unbearable, and the screams that followed drew the confused Knight's eyes to his tortured Padawan a second too long.

A metal hilt slipped down through Nyaeli's sleeve and a blade of crimson ignited, casting a red hue over her blue skin. Corrupted eyes stared down the two Jedi, and her blade came forward, aimed to pierce through the Knight's body in an attempt to end him before he could draw his own weapon.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu watched, perfectly still as the ocean. She had seen it going one of many ways. A pure, knife’s edge streak of mentalism shrieking through the Force like a wound was at the bottom of the list. Usually she might have had half a mind to leave the girl to her fate. She found most of her fellow Sith droll and indistinguishable. But this…

Inflicting pain was rudimentary, crude but highly effective - and effective it was as the Padawan seemed to crumble with his mind, slumping to the ground, back arched in an impossible curve as his mind separated.

The Knight, momentarily distracted, responded at the last minute to the threat of the woman’s lightsaber and ignited his to knock aside the lunge aimed at his chest. He understood that to help his Padawan he must eliminate the threat, all other concerns pushed aside. What ensued was a flurry of attacks and blocks, the Knight pressing his advantage at every turn, determined to stop whatever curse infected his Padawan, to stop the screaming of agony behind him—

He froze mid-strike, the blue glow of his lightsaber pulled back in a wind-up bathing his suddenly blank face.

“No, I…”

Matsu was walking across the path, her boots kicking up clouds of dust but otherwise silent, her face trained on the Knight who was lost in a memory she vaguely tasted herself.

“I didn’t mean it, I only lost my temper once, I didn’t–”

The dark sorcery coalesced between her cybernetic hands, inky and black as it dripped out of her palms, nearly sentient with its desire to take form.

“Please…please, I–”

The bolts left her hands and impaled the Knight through his neck, decidedly clean.

Matsu had reached the younger woman by then, dusting off the legs of her fashionable trousers as her eerie gaze fell to the Padawan moaning disoriented on the ground before ticking slowly back to the stranger.

“You will have to tell me where you learned that,” she said, matter of fact, quiet and still.

“It came from this way!” Another shout. Apparently, what had once been a quiet planet was infested with hunters.

“We should go. I have a ship. The port is locked down while the Jedi search. It will be a fight,” said the Sith, though she was sure the younger woman wouldn’t have a problem with that.

If she did, she didn’t have to follow. Matsu was already running.

Nyaeli​

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

Nyaeli clenched her jaw when her strike was forced aside at the last second. She stared him down with insanity in her eyes and a desire to kill even alien to most Sith, before bashing aside his counter-attack. A duel followed immediately, with both sides exchanging blows and parries to illuminate the dark street in blue and crimson. Slowly, she felt that he was gaining the upper hand though, as his superior physical strength began to push her back.

But then he froze.

Normally, Nyaeli wouldn't have wasted any time and immediately struck him down, but a dark tremor echoed through the Force that pulled her attention away. She had never felt anything like it before. On Exegol, extremely powerful wielders of the Dark Side had fought against the Jedi, but this feeling was almost familiar to her. The way those darker strings connected with the Jedi Knight's mind and pulled at his memories... it was fascinating.

It didn't last long, however, as several bolts lashed out at the Knight to pierce his neck. His body fell dead to the floor, and finally, Nyaeli's burning yellow eyes turned to the cloaked figure. She was about to speak but the voice of another Jedi interrupted, and an offer was made that she knew she couldn't refuse. Not only was this her one chance at survival — she needed to learn more about and from this woman.

It would change everything.

"That won't be a problem," Nyaeli finally answered before running after Matsu. The Padawan was left behind broken and traumatized by the rotting corpse of his former Master. A fate worse than death, perhaps, and also a warning to whoever chose to follow after them.

"I can feel them up ahead," Nyaeli spoke as she caught up with the other Sith. "Soldiers, guards, all weak of mind." A grin spread across her lips now, as she already began to reach out to them.

So easily broken.​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Soldiers. Guards. All weak of mind.

Something in that tone, in the way the girl relished the possibilities like a particularly good steak, dredged up something deep in Matsu’s quiet, sea-floor soul. Once it had all been new, a galaxy of opportunity. Somewhere along the way she’d lost that wonder and for a desperate moment she would have done anything to hear that longing again.

But it would have to wait.

Their feet pounded, sound changing as they switched from dirt to brick to metal walkways as they sprinted towards the spaceport. Skidding around a corner, several guards were moving in to a defensive position. The alarm call had been seconds too late, none of them behind cover so their blaster bolts were easily deflected off the unstable cracking of her saber blade.

More passages, more walkways, her cybernetic lungs ticking efficiently and making her feel slightly less human for the lack of burn in her chest. More guards, more soldiers - she dispatched them in the most efficient way possible, saving her strength in the Force for the spaceport itself where they would face the most opposition.

It loomed straight ahead, doors barred to them as the Jedi had warned their fellows well ahead. Still Matsu didn’t stop, sensing rather than seeing her newfound companion right next to her, keeping up with a look on her face that seemed only more crazed with delight by the minute. (This one, honed…this one could be great when the Dark needs it most…)

The sudden sound of something impossibly heavy scraping above made Matsu snap her gaze upwards to the rooftops. Ropes were snapping and ricocheting off market storage with a sound like whips cracking, enormous crates slipping off the rooftops with the force of some Jedi’s push.

“Look out!” Matsu called, leaping and rolling just in time to narrowly avoid being crushed by a crate of blue-finned crayfish that exploded outwards with a stinking clatter. Another box nearly took off her head though she was able to push it away with the Force at the last minute.

It was as they recovered that a Jedi stepped from a security gate in the wall of the spaceport - a Nautolan, a Master by his weight in the Force, no doubt. The Jedi on the roof jumped down to stand by the Master’s side, rolling the blue lightsaber in his hand in anticipation as one…two…three Padawans jumped down as well and moved to spread out around Nyaeli.

“You’re not who we’re looking for Matsu Xiangu, but the Alliance won’t be disappointed to know you were swept up in the net,” called the Nautolan, his green saber erupting in his hand as he stepped forward. Matsu settled her weight in to her feet, taking a deep breath as he squeezed on that core of the Force inside her. She wasn’t too worried - when you’d faced off against the Kerrigans ( Elpsis Kerrigan ) most other fish seemed small. But still…

Matsu’s voice ghosted through Nyaeli’s head. “I will deal with these two. The Padawans…they are afraid. You can use that against them. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The fight began with all three Padawans using numbers to their advantage and charging all at once.

Nyaeli​

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

Nyaeli moved like a blur alongside the Sith lord, as they made their way from the village towards the spaceport. Guards and soldiers alike stood in their way, but they were nothing more than little speed bumps to the pair of Sith. With flashes of crimson, they cut their way through flesh and bone, silencing screams before they could ever leave their lips. Nyaeli didn't care about the lifes she took at all, nor the pain that she caused.

These people were weak and barely worth more than cattle.

But their incredible pace soon came to an end, as another being tapped into the Force and brought down several heavy objects onto the pair of Sith. Much like Matsu, Nyaeli was quick on her feet and jumped away, before transitioning into a roll to avoid another crate from crushing her completely. In the process, her lightsaber had rolled away from her hand, but she was unharmed and the rage that she felt was reaching explosive levels.

One Jedi, two Jedi...

A twisted, insidious grin took over once more, as she heard Matsu's words echoing through her mind. She was no match for a Jedi Master, but a few Padawans were no problem at all. She could already feel just how scared they were too — they had likely heard of the Jedi who had already lost their lives. Even Jedi Knights more capable than they could ever hope to be, and now it was their turn to confront the Sith.

Nyaeli did not hesitate.

With a deafening shriek of hatred, she launched herself at one of the Padawans, and bashed her lightsaber into their guard. It sent them stumbling back several steps but before the Zabrak Padawan could recover, Nyaeli already directed a burst of telekinetic energy towards him. It sent the Zabrak flying into a crate, crushing bone and tearing muscle, but it wasn't over yet. Before she finished him off, however, she'd turn to the other and finally felt what she needed.

The Zeltron girl's eyes widened as Nyaeli crept into her mind, and she screamed as her own fear was being turned against her.

So weak.​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu had no great dislike of Jedi in particular. They were a natural enemy of course, easy to hate in the way that sentient life always chose divisions: an us, and a them. But if one asked her, Matsu would always say she admired the Jedi's dogged belief in their purpose and code. In some ways she believed the Sith needed to follow their lead and learn adaptability, to stop swallowing their own tail. But ah - might as well continue to wish for planets to stop revolving around their suns. And at the moment, that same dogged Jedi dogma was a pain in her ass.

She didn't respond to the Master, leaving a small slice of awareness on the younger woman behind her as she spun the lightsaber in her right hand to once again settle to its weight in her palm.

With her free hand she conjured sorcery, thick tendrils of sith magic bubbling up on the concourse underneath the feet of the Knight. Her intention was only to separate the two more powerful Jedi, stop them from coordinating so easily against her, and she succeeded as the Knight put distance between himself and the tar pit opening up in front of him.

Her gaze flicked to the security gate the Master had come from, wondering if he had some kind of keypass on him.

She'd have to remember not to paste him.

She could hear behind the commotion of the Zabrak padawan slamming in to the crate, his screams as something in his back broke. She could feel the twisting in the Force that was the younger woman accessing that most private of places in someone else's mind. The Zeltron girl's screaming joined the chorus.

The last of the three, quiet as he was compared to his fellows though just as terrified, knew something needed to be done. It was up to him. He quieted his mind, trying to remember everything Master Dium had taught him about allowing himself to let the Force carry him along its river and flow through him so that it could be at its most powerful and– a telekinetic blast almost alarming in its strength coming from a Padawan was directed at Nyaeli , attempting to knock her back and break her concentration on the Zeltron.

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

Nyaeli could feel that the Zeltron's mind was about to crumble, and forced herself deeper into the young woman's mind to finish what she had started. But before she could, an alarming surge through the Force drew her attention away, and to the remaining Padawan — he had his arm outstretched and directed a remarkably powerful burst of telekinetic energy towards her. Gritting her teeth, Nyaeli braced herself and was knocked back by the blast, but otherwise unharmed when she slid to a stop with her heels pressed against a metal crate.

You fool.​

As the Zeltron Padawan dropped down to her knees, Nyaeli jumped up and flipped onto the metal crate, before summoning the Force and bending it to her own will again. The metal underneath her feet shrieked, but ultimately accelerated rapidly, not towards the remaining Padawan or the Zeltron, but to the disabled Zabrak, who was now threatening to be squashed between two heavy crates. A certain death, but Nyaeli knew that it wouldn't work.

The Padawan, as expected, jumped in between and tried to stop the crate with another display of powerful Telekinesis. It worked, but as the heavy object slowed down, it also obscured his vision, and caused him to miss the small Aruzan woman jumping over the crate once more, her blade drawn and held high.

One sweep came down as she descended, and the body of the Padawan was split in two.

After making her landing, Nyaeli cackled and stood up straight, before she turned and looked between the Zabrak and Zeltron. Both were wounded in different ways, and both were unable to resist her any longer. But before she'd finish them off, her attention turned to the Sith Lord, who was up against far more formidable opponents. As fulfilling as it was to slay these Jedi, she knew that it was worthless if the Sith Lord fell.

So, she watched.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Her concentration is fully on the two powerful Jedi in front of her, still tilting the hilt of her lightsaber back and forth so it hums like a metronome of concentration. She can feel the energy behind her, where the younger woman is squaring off with the Padawans, and knows the tide is changing there as Nyaeli does her work.

Matsu had spent decades focusing exclusively on the mind. This, of course, had been a detriment to other skills but made her exceptionally, almost passively powerful in traversing the most private places and memories one possessed. When she reached out, where she began and others ended blurred in to one massive, smeared watercolor that - for her - was almost like getting high.

The Knight was easier. Almost like he’d never faced this before.

She dug, tilling the soil of the things he hid until from the loam she pulled something fractious and beautiful. From the puddle of sorcery that had separated the Knight and the Master, the former would see hands appearing, pulling themselves up as if from a swim. The drowned faces of those he’d had to kill in service of the Order started appearing. Poor thing…haunted by every righteous killing. He had enough wherewithal not to blubber like the Padawans but he was frozen in place, taking several steps backwards. Of course to anyone else, his visions were invisible. But the Master knew what was happening.

The Nautolan was experienced, well-heeled in the ways of war. He ignored the Knight, understanding that helping him would be a distraction from the small woman who’d surely love for him to rush to his companion’s aide. No - instead he ran forward full force, saber ignited, planning to overwhelm the mentalist so her concentration would break. Matsu was ready for him, meeting his blade with hers in a screeching smash. The Knight would be a moment coming out of his powerful vision and that was all Matsu hoped she would need.

Saber combat wasn’t Matsu’s strong-suit - proficient enough, but she tended to look for ways to end it quickly, play her advantages. And the beautiful thing was that pain was distracting, consuming, often gave her a doorway in to a more powerful mind as it was distracted. All she had to do was land…one…good…hit…

Her blade seared a bright, burning line as it cut a shallow divot in the Nautolan’s chest, causing him to hiss in pain and allow her in.

She has but a moment. The Knight is coming now, shaking himself from the attack. The Master is immobilized, paralyzed by fear she pumps in to him pure and toxic, and she pulls at his tunic with the Force only to discover the very thing she was hoping for: a passcard through the security gate so they wouldn’t be fried by its systems.

She tossed it to the younger woman.

“See if this gets you in to the control tower - we need these systems down if we’re getting out of here. I’ll meet you in the port!”

The Knight and Master would put up at least another minute or two of entertaining combat, but Matsu would deal with them.

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

Even though Nyaeli couldn't see the illusions Matsu created by tapping into the mind of the Jedi Knight, she could feel the fear it caused, and spent a long moment admiring it. Learning from it. She had never broken the mind of a Knight before, and always targeted their Padawans as a means to take out the more powerful of the pair. It was a strategy that had always worked well for her, and one that Matsu now seemed to use as well.

The Jedi Master, however, wasn't as easily shaken as the Knights she had faced off against in the past. So rather than rushing back to help the other Jedi, the Nautolan attacked Matsu, and a clash followed that the young Aruzan could barely track. It was fast, precise and the two duelists stood with opposing emotions against each other.

It was fascinating.

But Matsu was not one to keep the young Sith standing around, and after landing a hit that allowed her to retrieve a passcard, she tossed it over to Nyaeli. She caught the object, looked at it for a brief moment, then dipped her head. Before leaving, however, Nyaeli stopped between the two wounded Padawans with a grin that spread from ear to ear. A hand came up, and what began as light pressure on their throats, suddenly turned into enough Force to snap both of their necks instantly.

A swift death they perhaps didn't deserve, but she had no time to torture them into their demise.

With a burst of speed, the Sith Apprentice made her way up to the control room, where several guards had locked themselves inside. She could feel their fear even before she arrived, but it was when her crimson blade cut through the locking mechanism that she felt pure despair. In fact, they were so frightened that none dared to fight back, and all of them raised their hands to surrender to the Sith. Perhaps some wouldn't kill when it wasn't necessary, but even the slightest chance that these people would alarm others was a risk Nyaeli wouldn't take.

Several loud hisses followed, and only smoking corpses with lightsaber cuts remained.

Security systems are down.​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

No, she would never keep Nyaeli stationary - not when she so obviously held her own and could think for herself. It was a quality lacking in a disturbing amount of the galaxy. Even so, it pained Matsu - in so much as she had the spare moment to be pained - that she had to bark orders. It wasn't really her style. Nevertheless she had never been the type to underestimate a Jedi simply for being a Jedi and she was not so foolish to believe ending this Nautolan's life would mean immediate freedom. No, there would be others waiting in the port itself, and so clearing enough of a path to run by them was more pressing than anything else.

And the Jedi proved her usual base instincts as his saber came around in a slash that grazed over her chest, burning through to cut a shallow but blazingly painful line of burning flesh over her heart. She hissed with pain but channeled it, not in to a raging fury but a white-cold concentration of anger that let her fight back twice as hard. It was his surprise that let him to fumble and twist to correct himself, his guard down just for the moment it took for her to spring the claws from her cybernetics and take both his eyes.

That was how she left them, the Master blinded and his fellow Knight moaning, lost in some madness it would take more time yet for him to awaken from.

She followed after Nyaeli who had managed to accomplish her task with aplomb, another mental note ticking in the back of the Sith Lord's mind. It had been years…perhaps a decade since she'd taken anyone under her wing… hmm…

"Come on, we don't have much time - I'll be amazed if they haven't tried shutting down the airspace already," she said, her voice fine though the slight stoop in her posture betrayed the pain of the cauterized flesh on her chest. She'd been through this enough times to know the worst part was the tightening of the skin that puckered at the edges of the wound, suddenly tight and twisted.

Their flight through the port was hasty, the deck to the Shibito lowering automatically as they approached. A small but luxurious ship, it had the speed to get them out of there - if the Republic had just sent scouts and nothing more substantial lay in wait in the atmosphere above. They rushed inside, the ramp hissing shut behind them as Matsu lowered herself in to the pilot's chair.

"I'm Matsu," she said, finally properly greeting the younger woman although the Jedi had said her name before. She had a thousand questions. What are you doing all the way out here? Where did you learn these mind games? Do you want to learn more? But they had a more pressing issue as the Shibito's alert system started screaming in a chorus of warning beeps that they were being tracked as she fired the engine and started to lift off. "You any good at co-piloting?"

Nyaeli

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Lao-Mon
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Matsu Xiangu

"They might let us go," Nyaeli said after Matsu caught up, her corrupted eyes scanning her over for injuries. The Sith Lord hadn't come out of the fight entirely unharmed, but she seemed to push through with a kind of strength Nyaeli could appreciate. "If they try to stop us inside the spaceport, we can blow them apart with the ship's weapons and cause a lot of damage. My bet is that they want to catch us in the sky or in space." It was only an assumption — maybe Matsu had a record that made the Jedi or Alliance willing to accept a lot of collateral damage just to take her down.

There was only one way to find out.

The two Sith then began to move with haste, making their way through the spaceport unopposed. It was more than likely that guards or other ground crew members were out there somewhere, but they knew better than to cross paths with two Sith who had just taken out a small group of Jedi. This allowed Matsu and Nyaeli to make it to the Sith Lord's ship, where they'd rush into the cockpit to get ready for their escape.

They were so close now.

"Nyaeli," the Aruzan said in response, as she got seated in the co-pilot seat and... looked a little lost. "I have very little experience flying," she admitted.

"But I will do what I can."