Nyx
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As Nyx limped across the deserts of Tattooine, she found herself cursing the stupidity of the cruel universe. The job had been simple: escort the Jawas to their sandcrawler, and collect some droids as payment. But, of course, the Tusken Raiders just had to get involved.
The Jawas now lay dead on the sand, along with the Raiders, and a sizeable amount of Nyx's blood. One of the Tuskens had winged her, and now she was bleeding to death on the Force-forsaken planet of sand.
As she felt her energy leaving her body, Nyx screamed her rage to the twin suns, her frustration at dying on a bunch of karking sand!
She collapsed on the ground, sand scraping against her skin. As her vision faded, Nyx felt some smugness at taking out the nerf-herders that had ended up killing her.
Nearby, a certain Miraluka's daily self-congratulation ritual was interrupted. In her cave, Darth Mordred's head lifted in interest as a blast of pure hatred emanated through the Force. The Miraluka wondered at the source of such a disturbance as she stood, going through possibilities.
Perhaps the Jedi sending someone to finally take care of her? No. No, that was far too much hate for a Jedi.
A Sith? Had they finally heard of the Great And Powerful Mordred, and decided to confront her? No, she had never let anyone live who knew of her existence.
Overcome with curiosity, Darth Mordred left hr cave, relying upon her Force Sight to lead her through the sands of Tattooine to the disturbance. And when she found it, she was very surprised by what she found: a young woman, bleeding to death in the desert.
The Miraluka briefly considered simply killing her and moving on, but then she decided that that blast of hate intrigued her too much. What had happened to this girl to make her hate this much? She needed to know the answer to that burning question!
She used the Force to pick up the girl, and walked through the desert to her cave, the floating woman behind her.
The Jawas now lay dead on the sand, along with the Raiders, and a sizeable amount of Nyx's blood. One of the Tuskens had winged her, and now she was bleeding to death on the Force-forsaken planet of sand.
As she felt her energy leaving her body, Nyx screamed her rage to the twin suns, her frustration at dying on a bunch of karking sand!
She collapsed on the ground, sand scraping against her skin. As her vision faded, Nyx felt some smugness at taking out the nerf-herders that had ended up killing her.
Nearby, a certain Miraluka's daily self-congratulation ritual was interrupted. In her cave, Darth Mordred's head lifted in interest as a blast of pure hatred emanated through the Force. The Miraluka wondered at the source of such a disturbance as she stood, going through possibilities.
Perhaps the Jedi sending someone to finally take care of her? No. No, that was far too much hate for a Jedi.
A Sith? Had they finally heard of the Great And Powerful Mordred, and decided to confront her? No, she had never let anyone live who knew of her existence.
Overcome with curiosity, Darth Mordred left hr cave, relying upon her Force Sight to lead her through the sands of Tattooine to the disturbance. And when she found it, she was very surprised by what she found: a young woman, bleeding to death in the desert.
The Miraluka briefly considered simply killing her and moving on, but then she decided that that blast of hate intrigued her too much. What had happened to this girl to make her hate this much? She needed to know the answer to that burning question!
She used the Force to pick up the girl, and walked through the desert to her cave, the floating woman behind her.