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Rounds of blaster bolts ricocheted past
Juniper as she pushed herself forward, using the Force to enhance her speed and close the distance between herself and the would-be assassin. The sorceress had struck a deal with a Hutt, temporary, transactional, and
already wearing thin. If she acted as an enforcer and stopped an assassination attempt, they would hand over the informant tied to a bounty she had been hunting for
far too long. The reasoning behind the hit didn't matter to her. Plenty of beings wanted Hutts dead for
plenty of reasons. That wasn't her concern, her job was to
stop it.
The Hutts had known about the attempt for some time, waiting for the right moment to spring their
trap and make an example out of whoever was bold enough to try. What they hadn't expected was
competence. The intruder had gotten close-
too close. Close enough to rattle the Hutt. Close enough that now this wasn't just about survival, it was about making a
statement. As the assailant fled,
Juniper caught glimpses of her between the chaos. Robes snapping through tight spaces, movement too precise, too efficient. There was something
unnatural beneath the fabric. A cyborg, maybe? The blaster fire behind them had become little more than
noise now, bolts missing their mark entirely as both hunter and prey moved too quickly to be pinned down.
Juniper kept pace for a time, the Force burning through her muscles as she forced herself to keep up, but the unfamiliarity of the planet worked against her. Every turn the assassin made seemed
deliberate, every path chosen with knowledge
Juniper didn't have. That slight disadvantage was all it took. When the cyborg tore loose a length of metal and hurled it back,
Juniper reacted on instinct, pivoting and flipping cleanly over the debris. She didn't stick the landing. Her boots hit hard, momentum slipping as she
rolled into a nearby pillar, the impact slowing her just enough for her target to
vanish from sight.
She stood still for a moment, drawing in a slow breath as she
centered herself. The chaos of the city
pressed in around her, but she pushed it aside, reaching out with the Force and letting it stretch beyond her, searching for anything that didn't belong. For a second there was
nothing, just noise and movement and life layered over life. Then she heard it, a hollow metallic sound in the distance.
A sewer grate. It wasn't much, but it was all she had to go off of.
Juniper didn't hesitate. The Dark Jedi moved quickly, finding the nearest access point and tearing the heavy lid free with the Force before dropping down into the
darkness below. She landed with a solid
thud against the metal railing, boots catching just above the slow-moving sewage beneath. The smell hit almost
immediately, and she grimaced, already deciding she would avoid stepping into that for as long as possible.
Pathbreaker snapped into her hand at her call, the weapon extending with a familiar weight as she held it ready, her stance
tightening. She reached out again with the Force, more focused now, searching for the faint signature she had brushed against during the chase. It was still there, somewhere ahead of her, slipping through the tunnels. She could feel
Ziso Kus
on the run.
Juniper tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk pulling at her lips.
Nowhere left to run.