Grima Volitu
The Togruta Witch
@[member="Darth Naefas"], @[member="Darth Vindica"], @[member="Tiiona"]
One then two and finally a third shot was batted away by Darth Zarrah as she moved toward the pair of Republic soldiers, their lives on the verge of judgment, who sought to capture her and force her to stand trial in front of the Jedi Council; or kill her outright. She was surprised to see the Republic on the planet of Dathomir but here they were. The Nightsisters that held a shaky domination of the planet had no love for the Sith nor the Jedi or the Empire and the Republic. Still, she felt it was far safer for now to haunt this planet then to roam through the galaxy with no apparent destination in mind. In fact, she had grown tired of planet jumping in search of the others. She, of course, had found some during her travels but the Jedi and Republic were pouring more and more resources in to tightening their grip on their recently conquered star systems, giving them ample time to seek out the remnants of both the Empire and Sith. But today would not be the day they could boast of the capture of the Sith Witch.
Redirecting another blaster bolt with a flick of her wrist, she watched the blue energy beam hit the soldier in the throat dropping him quickly. The dead soldier's partner risked a glance at his fallen comrade and it was a mistake he would never learn to regret. Just as the black and purple blade from her left lightsaber powered down through her technique of Trakata, she first ripped his weapon from his hands, pulling it toward her and when it was in range, she split it into two using the blade from her right lightsaber. The soldier quickly spun around in a attempt to flee the Sith Lady but was caught in a powerful grip, his hands clawing at invisible hands clutching and squeezing his windpipe tight.
Lifting the soldier of his feet, Darth Zarrah leisurely walked toward her suspended victim turning his body so he was forced to face her. Her cold and golden eyes, filled with extreme hatred and anger, bore holes into the soldier's eyes. "You come here with the audacity of capturing me...or killing me since you reacted first with your uncivilized weapons. Fool!" Darth Zarrah, with the aide of the Force, flung the soldier into a tree and laughed as she heard his breath betray him while a few bones splintered from the impact. But she was not done. Uttering the spell word Kesti, she unleashed the Sith spell Dark Side Tendrils on the soldier. Black snake like tendrils began to manifest all around the wounded soldier, wrapping themselves around him. Pouring more and more of her malice into the spell, Darth Zarrah began to crush the soldier's remaining bones until the began to jut out from his flesh. Darth Zarrah recanted the spell taking in the death of the soldier through the Force.
Returning her two killing tools to her waist belt, she left the two soldiers to now play the role of meat for the various predators and scavengers that stalked the surface of Dathomir. Her goal was not yet complete. She was still looking for traces of the Sith; those that had survived the onslaught.
One then two and finally a third shot was batted away by Darth Zarrah as she moved toward the pair of Republic soldiers, their lives on the verge of judgment, who sought to capture her and force her to stand trial in front of the Jedi Council; or kill her outright. She was surprised to see the Republic on the planet of Dathomir but here they were. The Nightsisters that held a shaky domination of the planet had no love for the Sith nor the Jedi or the Empire and the Republic. Still, she felt it was far safer for now to haunt this planet then to roam through the galaxy with no apparent destination in mind. In fact, she had grown tired of planet jumping in search of the others. She, of course, had found some during her travels but the Jedi and Republic were pouring more and more resources in to tightening their grip on their recently conquered star systems, giving them ample time to seek out the remnants of both the Empire and Sith. But today would not be the day they could boast of the capture of the Sith Witch.
Redirecting another blaster bolt with a flick of her wrist, she watched the blue energy beam hit the soldier in the throat dropping him quickly. The dead soldier's partner risked a glance at his fallen comrade and it was a mistake he would never learn to regret. Just as the black and purple blade from her left lightsaber powered down through her technique of Trakata, she first ripped his weapon from his hands, pulling it toward her and when it was in range, she split it into two using the blade from her right lightsaber. The soldier quickly spun around in a attempt to flee the Sith Lady but was caught in a powerful grip, his hands clawing at invisible hands clutching and squeezing his windpipe tight.
Lifting the soldier of his feet, Darth Zarrah leisurely walked toward her suspended victim turning his body so he was forced to face her. Her cold and golden eyes, filled with extreme hatred and anger, bore holes into the soldier's eyes. "You come here with the audacity of capturing me...or killing me since you reacted first with your uncivilized weapons. Fool!" Darth Zarrah, with the aide of the Force, flung the soldier into a tree and laughed as she heard his breath betray him while a few bones splintered from the impact. But she was not done. Uttering the spell word Kesti, she unleashed the Sith spell Dark Side Tendrils on the soldier. Black snake like tendrils began to manifest all around the wounded soldier, wrapping themselves around him. Pouring more and more of her malice into the spell, Darth Zarrah began to crush the soldier's remaining bones until the began to jut out from his flesh. Darth Zarrah recanted the spell taking in the death of the soldier through the Force.
Returning her two killing tools to her waist belt, she left the two soldiers to now play the role of meat for the various predators and scavengers that stalked the surface of Dathomir. Her goal was not yet complete. She was still looking for traces of the Sith; those that had survived the onslaught.