Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
GRAND ARENA
RATTATAK
Ankle-deep in hot sand, lightsabre heavy in her grip, Ashin had a senior moment. She couldn't remember why she was going to kill the ginger.
Perhaps the venue was at fault. She'd spilled blood here so many times. Perhaps it was the familiar old outfit: loose trousers, vest, ragged shirt over breast band. More or less the same thing she'd worn when claiming the Sith Empire's throne, leading the Fringe, and so forth and so on. Or it could be that the culprit was her opponent: this one looked so much like others she'd killed. The motives all blended together. Maybe the kid was here to bring Ashin to justice or something; that might be it. It had been a while since a good arrest attempt.
Fortunately, losing her grip on the Dark Side's power wasn't in the cards. She might not exactly remember why she was here to kill the kid, but she had plenty of other reasons to be pissed. First and foremost, the recent torture of her wife at the hands of the One Sith. Then there was Odium, who'd reawakened her Force Drain addiction and thoroughly wrecked her last serious shot at a good life.
Ashin rolled her neck and shrugged, then settled into a loose and noncommittal stance. Her lightsabre hissed to life, casting burnt-orange light over the pale mottled sand.
"What'd you eat?"
[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
RATTATAK
Ankle-deep in hot sand, lightsabre heavy in her grip, Ashin had a senior moment. She couldn't remember why she was going to kill the ginger.
Perhaps the venue was at fault. She'd spilled blood here so many times. Perhaps it was the familiar old outfit: loose trousers, vest, ragged shirt over breast band. More or less the same thing she'd worn when claiming the Sith Empire's throne, leading the Fringe, and so forth and so on. Or it could be that the culprit was her opponent: this one looked so much like others she'd killed. The motives all blended together. Maybe the kid was here to bring Ashin to justice or something; that might be it. It had been a while since a good arrest attempt.
Fortunately, losing her grip on the Dark Side's power wasn't in the cards. She might not exactly remember why she was here to kill the kid, but she had plenty of other reasons to be pissed. First and foremost, the recent torture of her wife at the hands of the One Sith. Then there was Odium, who'd reawakened her Force Drain addiction and thoroughly wrecked her last serious shot at a good life.
Ashin rolled her neck and shrugged, then settled into a loose and noncommittal stance. Her lightsabre hissed to life, casting burnt-orange light over the pale mottled sand.
"What'd you eat?"
[member="Tionne Thanewulf"]