Lord of the Holonet
Dekaltis had grown bold in her being taken under the wing of
Darth Carnifex
Some might even call her cocky.
But that was an inevitability with someone of her prowess. Someone who saw the way she saw. The jedi were the scourge of the galaxy, a plague of boredom that sought to make the galaxy bland. Simple. Peaceful.
She couldn't stand for that. She needed to make an example of one.
And she needed to give her adoring fans something to awe at. Her.
That's why she had crossed the Blackwall, and into High Republic territory. That's why she was hunting in the open. She was looking for someone strong to fight. She was trying to draw them out.
That's why she had a blade lodged into the back of a local militiaman, giggling like a maniac.