Gutter Goddess
Fire swirled through the black plumes that engulfed Mechis City, an industrial complex on a volcanic world lying at the edge of Sith Covenant space, where megafactories spit out droids around the clock.
Arris Windrun had been frequenting the planet quite often lately - specifically, the Arakyd Industries research complex. It didn't take more than a few days until a brave (or foolish) whistleblower sent word through the wire that there was a Sith Lord on Mechis III.
The cyborg had just left the building, making her way to a lone landing pad at the center of an abandoned ore-processing yard. She stopped, maybe a few dozen meters away from her light freighter, and whipped out a cigarette. Yeah... She was having a smoke break. Completely unaware of the Jedi Knight nearby. Not that she would've sensed a Jedi, even if she wasn't distracted.
This Jedi had encountered Arris before - quite some time ago, on Genarius. The sinking of Edic Bar. Arris had changed a lot since then. The Tapani Massacre. The conquest of the Galactic Empire. The Devastation of Humbarine. A trifecta of atrocities that did more than destabilize the Deep Core, displacing millions and leaving countless more trapped in suffering; each event was like a wound in the Force. A cascade effect where atrocities led to suffering, and suffering led to chaos, and in that chaos, force-sensitives awoke, and many now flocked to the Sith Temple on Coruscant.
But that wasn't the only way in which she had changed. Back then, the cyborg was blonde, most of her body was covered in synthflesh (even if it was largely metal and wire underneath), and her presence in the Force was far more volatile. Now? She wore dark hair, ditched the flesh from the neck down, and the Dark Side was a taut hatred rather than an unstable cocktail.
Probably the only thing that hadn't changed... the only two things... were the pair of heavy revolvers at her hips.