Engineer Six
Left Behind
"She was always so damn stubborn. There wasn't- well, isn't- a real way to describe it properly. It's like... she's never give up. I think it's, I think it was because she had lost to much. No matter what, she didn't want to lose anything else. Arguments, friends, bets, all sorts of things. One good... example was, well, she used to play Solitare. You know that game? For lonely people with nothing to do? Yeah, she played that all time. Varied it a bit. Sometimes with real cards, other times on the holonet. And... well on the latter, it tells you when there are no moves left. That you, uh, that you lost. Ya know? Well, when it told her that, she'd continue anyway. Undoing past moves and just... just keep going. Even after that message popped up a dozen times, she'd keep playing. Just redo everything until she was sure she couldn't win. Then she'd play another game. Round after round until she won. Until she got what she needed from it. I never really understood it myself. But... yeah. Jek was stubborn. Probably why none of us have seen her in a few years now. After Aela, her lover passed... She didn't believe it. Kept looking. Hell, she's probably still searching. Doubt she'll ever stop."
~Rodall Cyphen, friend of Jek'ai Cyin, when asked about her.
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Blood leaked from a broken fist. None of it bothered her. Not the pain, the crimson substance, or the smoke swallowing up her lungs. This was her life now. Strolling the streets, breaking up fights, getting bruised up. In the end she always won. There weren't many around here who could beat a rather large force-user in a street brawl. Of course she didn't walk away unharmed. Today she had ripped her knuckles open while crushing a man's thin armor. Yesterday she had cut open her arm while trying to block an attack. A couple months ago she broke a rib. Who knows what tomorrow would bring. Another pack of cigarettes, a bleeding chest, shattered kneecaps. Maybe. Potentially worse. Perhaps for once it would be better. Then again Jek'ai didn't mind getting hurt. After Aela died... She felt empty. Just a broken girl, waiting for something to light a spark in her life again. Though it seemed like that wouldn't be for quite awhile. Life wasn't always fair. Especially not to people like her. For every dastardly deed she did, she would receive ten-fold.
"HEY! Get offa me!" Screams came from a nearby alleyway. Looks like another group was ignoring the rules of this city. Figured. Crime happened all the time around here. Jek didn't care. It just gave her an excuse to fight. To... feel something for a few short minutes. And so she ran into the rain, rushing towards the noise. Some weirdos were mugging a short lass. Poor girl couldn't be older than fifteen. Wait... this... They weren't mugging her. They were kidnapping her. Trying to, at least. Because soon they found a six-foot tall Sith running them down. Blood starting streaming from their noses as she punched both in the face at once. A spin kick caught one in the chest while an uppercut broke the other's jaw. Soon they were dashing away, not thinking any of this was worth the trouble. It left Jek, a mess of anger and memories standing in front of a grateful teen. The latter thanked her and left. But she didn't move. Those had been slavers, for sure. Out to try to force people into the bad side of the trade.
She wanted to kill them.
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