Everything seemed to pause for a moment, as the words slammed into her.
'I'm sorry.' She could only stare in disbelief, as time itself seemed to pause. Amur turned to leave, the storm inside her roared, as there was nothing else she could do. Whatever future she had seen down that path seemed to melt away. The only one to blame, was herself. She got hurt, she forced Amur to make this choice, and now the Sith was having to do what was best for both of them. Words from that night in Dromund Kaas whispered in her ears, reminding her of what they had agreed upon.
"I don't think anyone should know this night happened. It's safer for the two of us that way." That was their agreement. The same one that was coming back right now.
"Y-Yes...I can do that, not like I talk to any other Sith. You're my only Sith client.". That's what she had told Amur. And she had meant it. At the time, she thought it was about jealousy. She knew how Sith were, or at least heard how they were. She knew deep down that Amur wasn't anything like the stories she heard, but knew that the Corellian would have to obey the rules all the same.
She couldn't breath. She wanted to call out for the woman again, wanting to scream for her to come back. But the words just didn't come. It hardly mattered now, as Murmur's back was turned. The knight slowly disappeared before Kalanada's eyes as the medical team began to restrain her. She tried to struggle against the several arms and hands that pushed her back onto the table, as they pushed drugs into her veins. Their goal was obvious. They were going to cut off the arm, try and stop the spread; but it wouldn't work, Kala knew that. She'd just be rendered a one armed cripple, someone that Amur would only look upon and see weakness; she would have no choice but to distance from Kalanda. How could a Sith ever remain with a failure? Was how it was going to end? She had sacrificed her ties to the CIS for Amur, broken her vows to her night sister clan, and inflicted grievous harm upon herself in defense of the woman she loved. She wouldn't let this be the end. This wouldn't be the same as with her mother.
She wasn't going to let it happen.
"Lets go to Spira, just get away from everyone and everything. There's...so much I want to tell you Amur."
Amur had smiled then, the first time Kalanda had seen her beautiful face without that mask in the way. It was perhaps one of the few times in her life she cursed her blindness, being unable to see the depth of her lovers features. But she knew what Amur's heart looked like, and paired with her face, it had taken Kalanda's breath away. She had felt powerless at times, due to others forcing their will upon her, people far stronger than herself; her mother, her mentors, her enemies. But she encountered a different sort of powerlessness with Amur. The Sith had called it 'love'. Kalanda had heard of it too, but not once has she experienced it. Not until that day.
"I would love that. There's a lot I want to tell you too."
She was done letting other people force themselves on her life. She wasn't changing herself to become what Amur wanted, she was doing what was needed to keep the woman in her life. The drugs they had administered her were starting to kick in, and soon they would set their tools upon her damaged limb. The choice was simple.
If she needed to kill to stay with Amur, then so be it.
She had spent years mending and healing others.
She would prove her worth to the Sith that she could handle herself.
Kalanda felt something snap, and a cold fire that she hadn't felt her encounter with the star weirds. It brought her comfort in a dark place in her life, and initially she felt hesitant on accepting it. But in moments like this, it was the only thing she could learn on for strength. The pain, the loss, and confusion dissipated, and in it's place was power. Kalanda felt as if she could lift mountains, make the stars bend to her will, and command the skies with but a gesture. But what she intended to do with this power was something far more simpler.
I'm not going to let them take this from us Amur.
She was going to earn back Amur.
With only one good arm, it was difficult to resist against the durasteel cuffings they had bonded her in, but it certainly drew the attention of one of the doctors.
"Someone sedate her. Her heart rate is jumping off the charts." One of the medical crew advised, as a medical droid moved to act on the command. A bolt of lightning sparked from Kalanda's hand, striking the droid, and causing it to erupt in sparks.
"HOLD HER!" A voice shouted, though Kalanda didn't catch who had said it. As the men pilled on to grab her one good hand, she focused her fading consciousness on the cuff, and applied pressure. It popped soon after, causing a wave of alarm from the medical staff.
"GET OFF ME!" She bellowed, only to earn a punch to the face from one man. Another man practically fell on her arm, pinning it at a painful angle, as she could feel her wrist begin to strain. Kalanda reeled back, attempting to bound off the table, but was quickly slammed back down, her blackened limb was seized in a misguided belief it would keep in check; they were wrong.
She opened her mouth, and focused all the brewing resentment, the bitterness, and fury she felt in this moment into one scream. Every glass in the medbay broke, along with several eardrums, as several of the men holding her down clasped their ears in agony. Her head began to feel lightheaded, but Kalanda knew she was close, she could get out. She seized the man on top of her and threw him to the ground, before rising off the medical table. She could hear the security alarm sound, and knew that Sith security would be here to deal with her; it was probably a normal occurrence for them, another random Sith attacking a medical crew. But this would be different. Kalanda's destroyed arm flopped against her body as she staggered away from the carnage, more of the ichor and residue falling from the limb, though it made no difference to her. She already had an escape planned. Reaching for her pouch, as Kalanda had done as she had many times before, she vanished into green vapor. In her wake, laid a few dozen wounded medical officials, several damaged medical droids, and a mess of broken glass. The witch was nowhere to be seen, but Amur would feel the agony that Kalanda bore when she reached her destination; the Totoro.
Amur
