Mother of the Rebellion

"Blood cries for Blood" was all she could think about, these were words she had received from her caretaker years ago. She was told that she was the only one who could put a stop to the nightmares she had been having ever since she watched her parents get gunned down in their home.
To this day she still suffered from those nightmares, and she had come ever close to silencing them once and for all. All that she had trained for had seen her uncover clues, and secrets to the where abouts of her parents killer. They brought her to the Undercity of Coruscant.
The streets were rumbling with machines that served the elite above, its streets haunted by exploiters and thugs, and its walls riddled with vermin, Coruscant's underworld toughened the strong and consumed the weak. She sat above, on top a ledge that gave sight to a band of thugs, obviously dealers. They worked for the one she sought, and every time she thought about it, it made her more angry.
Her gaze hadn't left the group, her cape dancer in the artificial chilled wind that was native to the underworld. It would be seconds before she acted. She waited for the right moment,
[member="Scarlet Faith"]