Private Truly Awful

[Arris Windrun]

Efret Farr

CORUSCANT
SITH TEMPLE
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It didn't take Arris long to figure that Mercy had a new pet. Efret Farr... A Mandalorian name? She wondered if it was that or a coincidence. She decided the best place to look was the one place to go when you needed info on a person without their permission: their vast collection of captured ISB records.

What she learned surprised her. A Jedi Master, a sitting member of the council at that... Arris couldn't help but recall Kattada, where the Covenant began, ragtag raiders of a Jedi temple. It was the first time she ever killed a Jedi... but in another life, if she had made just one different choice, she might have arrived at Kattada as a student.

"As for mechu-deru...that's Sith art with a lot of risks for everyone involved and everyone around, but there's some Jedi tech specialists who know it, and I know some of them - worked the repair bays with them at that enclave on Kattada, matter of fact. They're more the kind to use it to get a good sense of how broken a ship is, whether it's fixable, but far as I've heard it's all the same kind of skill."

It was an offer from a friend - a chance for Arris to hone her control of mechu-deru and be at peace with her cybernetic psychosis. Instead, she turned around and sold that information to Mercy, and together they began a journey to stand where they are now: Conquerors of the Core.

Arris recollected. She terrorized and murdered on Kattada. Sunk Edic Bar for a paycheck. Massacred Tapani. Executed a masterstroke ruse that destroyed the Galactic Empire in one move, and caused the deaths and suffering of trillions. Those sins weighed heavily, and yet... they were so easy to dismiss. That was the funny thing about scale - how it could be so impersonal; dismissed as an act greater than the individual, even if all it took was an individual. But was it her fault? Could she really be blamed for unraveling the cult of Solipsis? It was their violence, their contingency. All she did was snap her fingers and say a few magic words.

The cyborg tapped her fingers on the glass of the viewscreen.

"They'd die either way, darling, this way we conquered the Core with substantially fewer losses than anyone expected. Bravo to us."

No remorse from the Titan.

This was terror pure and simple, and if they - The Covenant - were 'us' then the whole galaxy was 'them.' It defeated the scale at which Arris could view everything through the lens of gangland. A street rat's logic, rationale, and worldview no longer prospected a future worth living in.

Arris Windrun and Mercy Star-Arm. Friends at first blood; friends until the last drop.

So why, then, would Mercy collect a Jedi Master? She must've been truly awful if Mercy liked her.

She set the datapad aside and left for the temple. If this Efret Farr was there, then she would be found, and she would be measured.