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Location: Low Bar (Cantina), Zoronhed , Zonju V

For thousands of years through the many dark ages of the Galaxy their stood Jedi and Sith Monoliths that scarred this Galaxy so deep those wounds can never be forgotten. The wounds always there but rarely ever is warning of them heeded and we always fall back into are old was reopening those old scarred over wounds. Again, and again people bleed for the light and Dark, common man looking to his gods asking it to stop.


Cord Starfall the Daughter Pirate and Psycho witch born to the ideology of Sith her rage cultivated into something all it's own a Monster that killed without remorse or regret. It was unstoppable and uncaring; it saw only saw red and destroyed anything that got in path. No feeling as slaughter men, women, and children it's hatred pure nothing holding it back from being unleashed. The Monster consumed every aspect of Cord when it had control, The girl that was Cord was trapped only able to look on as the monster that controlled her went on its rampages.


The monster was dispatched to a world to ravage it's people and brings people to it's knees before one of the Many sith empires. A twist of fate or maybe an act of the force the ship the Monster that was Cord Bacquin at that time crashed the Monster found itself weakened for a moment. It was in moment the broke Girl Cord took control of her body and mind clarity set in and she ran away. She found herself at the doorstep begging the Jedi to kill her end her existence. She proclaimed her crimes and the thousands she had killed. Yet the Jedi had taken Mercy upon the girl offer her a chance to bring some good to the Galaxy she once sought to destroy as the monster.


That time seemed so long ago, and it was in actuality, and the young afraid Jedi was now a Master of the force and a Pirate. In that time Cord had learned Jedi and Sith only sought to bring bloodshed to this Galaxy, she had forsaken them both. She had found her routes in the witches of Dathomir as follower of Allya's teaching in the book of laws. She had since taken up her father's legacy as a pirate stealing from corrupted governments and other criminals mostly. The monster inside her long buried and locked up deep inside her though the back of her mind she could still find it fighting to get free even this long after she took control, it would never stop fighting.


The Black Pearl her ship had landed on her home world of Zonju V a world her family had once ruled over. A world her family had taken control of the criminal elements on but now they ran free once more. This world was mostly desert that had buried and lost ancient temples and structures most likely built by the sith though no one remembers for sure anymore. For a few years now after Cord had made her exit from the confederacy of independent systems where she was Marshel within the obsidian knights, she had made Zonju her home base.


Heavy boots landed on the ground Cord wearing her old ancient silver and rusted sith armor, a green hood long coat open in the front so her armor could be visibly seen. At her sides hung two sith sword, long ago Cord had tossed her saber into the ocean of Drexel when she turned her back on the Jedi realizing they were no different then the Sith. That was the day she chose to become a pirate as well she had struggle with what her purpose was in the Galaxy for so long up to that even to this day she did.


Cord made her way from the Black Pearl Her ship her crew not far behind her as they made their way to the one place her kind was always welcome the Cantina. She carried herself like a warrior and the wear and tear of her armor showed she was very capable fighter. She had been warrior, investigator, and Shadow at various points hen she had been among the Jedi and with the CIS she was law enforcement. Kind of hypocritical considering she was a pirate but Cord didn't see it like that, she was taking any path that led her to the redemption of her past, A redemption she knew she would never truly accomplish but she had to try where ever it led.


She turned down the several allies as her and her crew made it their favorite Cantina. It was noticeable that several people averted their Gaze from her as she made her way. It was the Mask she wore upon her face made of amethyst and silver the sith death mask etched upon it Gold in the ancient sith runes where the ten thousand sins of Cord a reminder of all the pain she had brought to this Galaxy. It was also her glowing Orange eyes the outward sign of the corruption on her soul from all the pain she had once brought this Galaxy. It was also the eeriness of her permanently tainted soul, it did not matter how much good she would ever due much like the Galaxy she was permanently scarred by the Darkness nothing would ever be able to cleanse it. After this long Cord accepted that, accepted she deserved her curse.


Her hand pushed on the cantina door, it was hold and not automated. As she stepped in the entire Cantina turned and looked upon the crew of the Black Pearl and it's Captain Cord Starfall the former first mate of the famed Jolly Roger Crew. For a moment there was a silence everyone in the bar then began to smile. "Welcome home, Captain!" The almost all said in unison. Home indeed Cord thought to herself as she made her way to the bar where the tender already had glasses lined up with whiskey and rum bottles at the ready to file them. Cords glass filled with rum as she made it to the bar first.




Junko Ike Junko Ike and Darth Ahriman receive a strange, encoded message on a secure comm channel. The message temporarily overrides all other comm channels leave it the only message that can be seen for a few moments. It gives the coordinates to the Planet Zonju V and its main city Zoronhed. The message states:

"Everything you need and more will be found here. Find the one claiming to be the pirate queen named Cord Starfall. Her sins are many and she has served both he light and dark. She has brought both pain and soothing to the Galaxy. Her fate is in your hands Condemnation or Redemption both roads lead to your prize."

The messages ends but it lingers in your minds for a moment like it had a spell attached that etches it into your minds so you can't forget it. The questions looms though what is that it you need and what is the message really offering. The only way to find out would bee to seek out this Cord Starfall.
 
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THe ship had taken some time away from Atrisia. Returning from business on Alderaan with Amalia had the rested and relaxed princess standing there. Hands working with the clay as images and displays of hardlight were showing her the scene with Latyou and Supisy. Her and them standing within the massive shell and to display it she wanted to capture the emotions that had been on all three of them. She wanted to get the intricate design of both womens tattoos that were as much a part of them as their attitudes. She worked with it, slathering water to keep the clay wet and moldable... smoothing out the edges until it flowed between the three women.

SLowly shaping the limbs and detail on the fingers with fingernails and the small curve of the knuckles. Green ink being used to tinge the clay just enough so their skin could be reflected while a golden tinge was used for hers in the middle. Junko continued to work as the ship traveled between the systems and then something happened. THe lights going dark, communication systems bugging out... something that shouldn't happen or be able to happen. The advanced AI's that protected the ships systems and aided their normal operators were supposed to make sure of it. The screen crackling to life in front of her as a message came up and Junko raised an eyebrow.

The message was intriguing and she spoke to the open air of her studio. "I see." Her hands going to a pale of water and soaking themselves before she was wiping the clay off on a towel. Her slender fingers getting all of it off before she was going back to the bridge of the ship. The central position at the top gleaming with the polished floors and displays casting lights all around. She went to her seat in the middle and spoke looking at the crew. "Backtrace it but set a course.. someone went through a great deal to breach our systems and it seems a shame to waste such work." She said it and got bows as they began to set the course.
 

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Location: Zoronhed, Zonju V.
Apparel: Sith Armor, Sith Lightsaber.
Tags: Cord Starfall Cord Starfall , Junko Ike Junko Ike .


The Chimera descended down upon the capital city of Zonju V with a final expulsion of thrust from the repulsorlifts before the landing struts touched the city surface and the vessel's engines began to wind down, a high pitched whine sounding as the hull depressurized and the loading platform lowered, breathing new life into the interior of the ship.

Heavy metal footsteps could be heard from within, growing louder as the heavily armoured form of the Sith Knight, Darth Ahriman would soon reveal himself to the dockyard workers who had come to greet the owner of the vessel with maintenance hoses ready to refuel and refreshen the Sith-Imperial Starship for her inevitable leave. From each of the lesser beings, an amusing sense of fear and disheartenment could be felt as the Sith Knight closed in on them in a paced stride, taking his time to soak in the new environment and the weak signatures of sentient life clearly incapable, beholden to medial servitude and likely to leave no significant mark on the galaxy far greater than the single world they lived upon.

"Be warned. Enter my ship and you will be gunned down by my droid" Darth Ahriman's voice came through the vocal inhibitor of his Helm, a cold and mechanical monotone that removed the figure of any semblance of sentience. Human, he was, but nothing of their weakness was shared between the Sith and these fools. Saying nothing more, he waved them off with careless dismissal and soon turned to look down over the left gauntlet which carried one of two MV-18 "Force" Class Vambraces. His right hand swept across the armoured forearm and input a series of instructions bringing up a visual display fed through to his Helmets HUD, revisiting the message that he had received and seeking to get a lay of the land he had arrived upon.

"Everything you need and more will be found here. Find the one claiming to be the pirate queen named Cord Starfall. Her sins are many and she has served both he light and dark. She has brought both pain and soothing to the Galaxy. Her fate is in your hands Condemnation or Redemption both roads lead to your prize."

A Sith Knight and an Inquisitor formerly of the Sith Empire and now embedded within the Eternal Order of the new Sith Brotherhood, Darth Ahriman activated the Vambraces connection to the Chimera's Sith Imperial databanks, seeking any information regarding the identification and background of Cord Starfall Cord Starfall for revision before moving onto the newest hunt for the former Jedi.
 
Location: Low Bar (Cantina), Zoronhed , Zonju V
Tag: Darth Ahriman | Junko Ike Junko Ike

Cord slammed back her third glass, she had said a word just laughed and smiled a little at the jokes and insults being thrown around the Cantina. Her Mask now set on the bar top right next to her, her pristine face unscarred by time or war in contrast to those sulfuric burning orange eyes scars of the force itself. Cord was preparing to drink herself into a stupor like she did every night she wasn't with her wife Stacy Nairne Stacy Nairne . Even in the old days of the Jolly Roger crew Cord had never been much of big talker or social person.

She was just listening in on one her crew talking about how crap some shockboxer was as another person in the bar began to argue with him over. This was only going to lead to one thing, and it was still pretty early in the day for a bar brawl. Cord could fill it in her bones this argument wasn't going to end well. Her gloved hand reached out and grabbed her argumentative crew member by the scruff of the collar on his shirt. She yanked hard without even turn to the man pulled him to bar next to her.

She didn't even say a word just staired at him with those burning orbs for eyes. He wanted to look away but her knew he shouldn't he just gulped back in his throat. "Sorry Cap. I will take it down a notch." Cord stared at him a bit longer, the man felt hot as she stared at him. Soon though she let go and he straightened up and looked away. Cord could be very motherly towards her crew and she cared about them all deeply but they also knew just how deadly she was. Her eyes glanced at the mask with her sins written on them for second, she remembered the faces of every single one of the thousands of names on it forever etched in her mind.

She then took another sip of the new glass that had been filled up again. As quickly as the argument started everything in the cantina had gone back to joking but there was still this filling of dread in Cord. The force wanted her attention something was going down or about to go down. She closed her eyes for a moment reaching out seeing if she could feel anything.
 
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The coordinates were one thing and Junko used the time while they were traveling to give herself time to meditate... the message was vague which made it intriguing... it had found them which meant someone was either playing a game or really had a grudge.... or both couldn't discount that. So she traveled and had laid out her Princess Kimono while her White Lotus was with her. Everything that they had on the ship was dedicated to whatever she might need for this as the Kōgō Heika MK.II entered stealth mode coming out of hyperspace. They were scanning and setting the course proper when she finished preparing. Her Hair Piece set in place by her handmaidens.

"We are over the planet princess." The twi'lek handmaiden spoke and pale skin with Atrisian features were there... gleaming like the others who were part of the Otachi... force users and jedi assigned to protection roles and highly trained. She herself just going to her runabout shuttle to go down to the surface of the planet. She remained in the ship and slowly breathed in and out... in and out as she focused the force to her and slowly immersed herself. She was letting it wash over and conceal her within the white current as she concentrated expanding it only outwards to herself so she could move around unseen once she left the ship.
 

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Location: Zoronhed, Zonju V.
Apparel: Sith Armor, Sith Lightsaber.
Tags: Cord Starfall Cord Starfall , Junko Ike Junko Ike .


Hunting someone who did not wish to be discovered took time and energy. That which Darth Ahriman did not have the patience to deal with. He was confident in his prowess, and once a target was set within his sights, he believed victory to be his entitlement; So, rather than employing discretion as his unknown competition sought to make use of, the Sith Knight took the path of blatant dominion over the ground that he walked.

Walking out into the open and very public streets of Zoronhed, Darth Ahriman opened his presence to everything around him. The Dark Side of the Force washed over every living being within his immediate vicinity and then further spread out as he asserted his will across the numerous civilian buildings, paths and peoples, many of which remained oblivious in their ignorance of the Force.

Were they nearby, both Cord Starfall Cord Starfall and Junko Ike Junko Ike would pick up on the Sith Knight's presence. The former had earned herself a reputation for piracy, according to the Sith-Imperial Database. Whether or not it had been updated any time recently, it had depicted the target to be dangerous and unlikely to be apprehended without a fight. It was that fight that Darth Ahriman hoped to exploit. The rise of a challenge and the sweet taste of perceived victory over that of a true Sith.

Walking in tremendous and armoured strides, those who had crowded the streets like any typical day quickly stepped aside as they noted the presence of the dark figure. His head was shrouded under the helm of his armour, that which made him appear intimidating to those not of Force Sensitivity and formidable to those who naively risked confrontation with the warrior of darkness; his movements trailed by the black shredded trails of fabric that had once resembled a cape and symbol of one's stature.

For a time, the warrior did not stop. He moved down the street in plain view, holding the Lightsaber in his right hand as an open warning to any who might question his purpose. He would pass various storefronts, cantina's and establishments, none of which the Force had given him any indication of import to his objective. All the same, he continued on with a hidden twist to the corner of his lips, relishing in the deafening silence that followed every end of the hunt. The thrill of tracking down his prey, the anticipation of battle and that immeasurable feeling of adrenaline when life was cut short, and death sated a hunger that nothing else could. The siphoning of life force turned to darkness incarnate.

It was just a matter of time now.

((I truly appreciate your patience in waiting for my responses. I hope to make the following posts in shorter time frames, work and life be willing.))
 
Location: Open Market, Zoronhed , Zonju V
Equipment: Sith Swords (Fiend & Solar) | Sith Armor | Battle Skirt | Sith Mask | Green Midnight Duster with Hood | x2 DL-44 | Daggers | x2 Smoke grenades
Tag: Darth Ahriman | Junko Ike Junko Ike



A Jawa skidded across the ground as he stumbled over his little feet carrying him as fast as they could. He stumbled and skidded right through the rusted door of the cantina where Cord and her crew were. The Jawa squealed t the top of his lungs and faster than anyone could comprehend something about man with a light sword and shroud. The Jawa went on and on to anyone that would listen, Cord kept her back to the Jawa though as she picked up her glass of rum one more time in her gloved hand. Her orange eyes closed and she could easily feel the presences of Darth Ahriman he was making him self be noticed cockily calling out whom ever might be able sense him.


She knew this was the tingle of the force she was feeling earlier and now it brazenly called out to her. Her eyes opened slightly, and she looked at her mask, she looked over those golden etched names and saw all their faces once more in her mind. Her luck no matter how many times she tried to hide from the light or the dark it always seemed to find a way to here once more. With a heavy heart she unburdened herself and let force flow through her and out. A flood of Dark energy flowed from her, her soul forever tainted by the darkness both from the rage monster she held in her, her family curse, her own sins, and the fact she absorbed the energies of a dark nexus long ago on Dathomir. Her dark presences dwarfed the sith hunting showing him and even those with the slightest of force sensitivity her location. The people in the Cantina began to feel uneasy around her and some of her crew even turned to her knowing it was Cord giving off the presences.


The Cantina went quiet, even the Jaw squealing had stopped, all eyes on Cord. Cord finished her drink setting it down slowly and picking up her mask once more putting back over her face. She then pulled up the hood on her green long coat over her head. She did not run from a fight; war was what she built for after all she had been a weapon for the sith and she had been a weapon for the Jedi. Opposing sides that could and would never acknowledge just how similar they were. She pushed herself the bar and headed for the cantina doors past her crew and past the little Jawa that had stumbled in she left her dark wounded presence blaring a warning to the newcomer that the fight he was looking for would not come easily. She moved through the rusted doors of the cantina and out into the streets of Zoronhed.


It wasn't long and her boots found themselves walking into he more open market area of the small city. It was easy enough to spot the one who was making his presence known. Cord voice rose gruff and gravelly. "What is your name? What do you want?" Is all she said as she slide her green Jacket that was open in the front back reveal the two sith swords on her belt and the two blasters on her thighs. Cord was unaware of the hidden presences of Junko Ike Junko Ike that had also come tot he surface but Junko could easily sense the nuclear explosion of dark energy that Cord was letting off at the moment.
 
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Junko paused maintaining her concentration as she looked on and could feel it.. the darkside was exploding practically... the crowd dispersing as they felt something... those with force sensitivity likely felt cold while others could likely feel uncomfortable but unable to explain it. THe jedi princess stayed over being by a shadow as someone shouted and took on their jacket. Swords.... actual blades and gun on their hips and the other darkside presence was someone she couldn't see yet but he wasn't making a point to hide himself. She remained there watching and debating if this would be a good idea to get involved... so far the crowd wasn't in danger and they weren't damaging things... yet.

She moved to a place she would be able to watch and intervene if the need arose but when two darksiders were going to fight each other it wasn't always best to get in the middle. She could step in and heal them should the need arise... she needed to find out more about this Cord woman and seeing how she fought would prove one of the more effective methods. A hand came out and she looked upon most of it influencing a few civilians to leave who were staying around and looking. They could be in danger but she worked to maintain her immersion in the white current touching the smokestones to enhance the mental skills of her illusion around herself.
 

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Location: Zoronhed, Zonju V
Apparel: Sith Armor, Sith Lightsaber
Tags: Cord Starfall Cord Starfall , Junko Ike Junko Ike


"What is your name? What do you want?".
It was not long before the Sith Knight's target had taken the bait and presented herself before him. Like most who had tasted the power of the Darkside, Cord Starfall Cord Starfall felt his arrival and sought to meet the challenge openly. She could have chosen to remain hidden, to sense his presence and subsequently take a more covert route, escaping or choosing to get around behind him and take him out through subterfuge; She instead chose to meet him face to face, much as he himself would have done.

The smile beneath the Helm of his armour would not be seen by those around him, yet Darth Ahriman approved of the woman's tenacity and pride. She showed conviction and strength of character, seeking not to be undermined by any other, that willingness to fight where so many others would sooner have fled in fear.

"There is a contract out on you" he chose to inform the woman; She matched the visual description fitting the name perfectly. "Former Jedi. Failed Sith. Pirate. It is not yet clear whether your name is an embarrassment to the Sith Order....-But I seek to find out. Whether you live or die here..." Ahriman brought the blade of his lightsaber to point vertically, the crossguard facing either side of himself as he took on a battle-ready stance.

"That depends on whether you can kill me or live long enough to impress me. The Sith Order does not tolerate traitors!" Darth Ahriman declared, reaching out with his left hand to take hold of one of the onlookers, using the force to pull them off of their feet and lunch them like a ragdoll through the air at his target. Their scream and flailing body set the scene suitably.

Somewhere nearby, against the Sith Warriors knowledge, there was another waiting and watching the pair. Junko Ike Junko Ike had an opportunity, a matter of choices to make. They too could watch and learn from the spectacle, or otherwise choose to take to the fight using any advantage they gain.
 
Location: Open Market, Zoronhed , Zonju V
Equipment: Sith Swords (Fiend & Solar) | Sith Armor | Battle Skirt | Sith Mask | Green Midnight Duster with Hood | x2 DL-44 | Daggers | x2 Smoke grenades
Tag: Darth Ahriman | Junko Ike Junko Ike



Under her own mask frowned slightly as the man spoke not giving his name but declaring his reason for being here. A contract on her head, she had many of those in her lifetimes, but she held no significant importance to the current galaxy at large to have one. Well that was unless….. "Frakken hell." She blurted out in exclamation; it was her mother that was the only person it could be. Crazy B didn't have anything better to then mess with her children must have been getting bored with the Maw. She then sighed glaring at the man from behind her mask. Taking note of him drawing his weapon and taking up a fighting stance.

"All sith are failures and the sith order that branded me a traitor is long dead, the one you serve will die too." She remarked just as he used the force and grabbed a bystander and launched them into the air. In one motion Crod reached out with left and with the force Stopped and held the bystander in place. As her right hand reached down freeing her sith sword Solar from its sheath. As did a blinding flash of force light burst forth from the blade. Anyone looking in her direction towards the sword would be temporarily blinded.

In the same motion she began to move forward towards her target she would pick up pace as she let down the Bystander that had been tossed at her. "You forgot Witch of Dathomir, and Marshel of the Confederacy in my merits. But if it's a fight you want Kid, it's a fight you will get." As she moved closer her first strike would with her Sword Solar would be for the man's saber hand.




OOC: Apologies for the wait Muse has been erratic.
 
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The flash of force light was... interesting and different. Something she hadn't been expecting and Junko remained where she was as more were clearing out.. the fight something that might begin but she slipped back a little and came out of the current to start getting the others away. The mention of Dathomiri witch well made this interesting as she had been trained by them and learned after her squad had crashed on the world... so if she had to fight well.... internally she was snickering a little. She might be ideal for confronting her. Still without her cloaking it was one thing while she stood back and to the side. Watching the sith more as she wasn't going to attack from cloak and stab at his back.... one hand prepared at her hip without activating the blade. THe other sliding to her palm with a little focus on the force.
 

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Location: Zoronhed, Zonju V
Apparel: Sith Armor, Sith Lightsaber
Tags: Cord Starfall Cord Starfall , Junko Ike Junko Ike


A bright burst of light swept over the surrounding environment as Cord Starfall Cord Starfall drew upon her chosen blade; It was a presence that Valen had felt before from the Jedi Knight Caedyn Arenais during their recent duel and one that targeted the use of the Darkside itself. The Sith Knight's helm immediately responded as Valen's left hand raised up in front of his visor, relying on the audio enhancement suit as well as his senses empowered through the Force itself to try to track the presence of his opponent during which he was temporarily blinded.

The servos of his armoured boots would herald a sudden expulsion of fire and kinetic force as the jets gave a short yet powerful boost, sending Darth Ahriman back several paces with ease in order to evade the incoming attack. Beneath his helm, he would smirk and relish the starting battle, yet not meet his foe without giving his eyes a moment to recover from the disorientation of the flash of Light she had unleashed.

"The Order of the Sith is more than one single entity. Our edict is eternal" He called out in response while his right hand readied his Lightsaber, drawing the weapon low and to his back in preparation; "There will always be prophets of the Sith Order heralding individual perceptions of Sith Decree. What is current will not last, but that which is inevitable shall be birthed through the culling of the weak, and so the Order shall forever be. Reborn. Stronger. Eternal".

His form lowered, knees bending as the Sith Knight drove himself forward upon a heavy and powerful armoured stride intent now to meet Cord Starfall halfway in her approach; "Yet you would turn your back on such promise!" He sneered, the Lightsaber in his right hand being drawn forward towards the woman, thrusting the end of the crossguard weapon towards his target's centre of being.
 
Location: Open Market, Zoronhed , Zonju V
Equipment: Sith Swords (Fiend & Solar) | Sith Armor | Battle Skirt | Sith Mask | Green Midnight Duster with Hood | x2 DL-44 | Daggers | x2 Smoke grenades
Tag: Darth Ahriman | Junko Ike Junko Ike



Cord didn't hesitate and continued forward momentum as she did so, she freed her second sword fiend from its sheath with her left hand. This one had no special properties like solar. The fiend in her left hand came across her front and clashed with saber coming at her center mass. Sparks flew as sith sword and saber met and loud hissing whining noise formed in the combatants' ears as metal met plasma. As she pushed up against the saber the edge of the blade began to glow from the heat that was being produced.

Then as she held his blade with fiend her left sword solar thrust forwards with great speed and force as she knew she had to deal with resistance from his armor. The thrust went for his abdomen trying to catch that thin in gap between where hip and waist met up with midsection. She knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would slow him down and that would be to her advantage if it worked out.

As she pressed forward her orange orbs burning brightly stared right into his helmets visor. Her own face cover by her mask he couldn't see the sneer on her face. If sensed hard enough though ne might feel the thumping of her heart as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Those watching might just feel the glimpses of the monster with in it wanted out it hungered for annihilation. It forced its own rage into Cords body trying to break free from the wards that kept it contained. It screamed in Cords head like a war drum telling her to push harder.

"Only the weak serve, the strong can stand on their own." She said through gritted teeth. "Only the weak kneel, because they think themselves lesser." She continued to growl on. "No man is lesser then the other. Those that put others in chains are weak because they can not do the work on their own. I follow only the rebels code all other codes are chains and make you weak. I will always tear down the walls of the oppressor." She recited the short version of the code she had been taught since birth by her grandfather the Rebel Sith Darth Lucid. "I Forsake everything about the Sith and Jedi."
 
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She watched and observed, the vainest part of her not liking to be ignored and no longer the center of attention but only because... that was how she was deep down in ways it was why you wore pretty robes and hairpieces... but she was better then that listening to the woman and remaining ready to use her saber if she needed to. Her feet moving as she slid touching her toe without looking and sliding along it to remain quiet. No illusion or cloak she just moved trying to not make a sound and stay on the edge of their sight. Whatever beef there was or problem wouldn't be resolved if she just jumped in there. Her thoughts going to how she would fight two skilled fighters but she didn't have to rush. Patience would win out more then brashness when she found a stall that haad been cleared and stood next to it with a clear line of sight on the two and she could use it for initial cover to get around and make distaance.
 

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