As she entered the shadows, the woman perceived a blaster rifle slowly aligning itself to fire at her torso. The Jensaarai twisted sharply to the side, minimizing her profile while quickly grasping the barrel of the rifle. She yanked forward, and the Neo-Grissmath assassin stumbled behind it, stubbornly refusing to yield his weapon. Kitty slammed the pommel of the phrik dagger into the approaching man’s skull. He let out a groan of pain, wavered, and crashed into the ground unconscious.
“She got Carson!”
The pseudo redhead’s head swiveled to face the voice. Her free hand surged forward to the man, releasing a semi-blind Force push. The man let out a grunt as he was lightly knocked into the face of a wall. She lunged. With a quick lower snap kick to the man’s knee, the assassin half capsized towards the ground. Forcefully, the woman reached out with her left hand, grabbed the man’s head, and jerked into her right elbow. The man moaned and collapsed to the ground; unconscious like his other comrade. Now where are the others? I can feel them…their fear, their anger. Kitty hesitated. Now is perhaps the time to test my prowess with the Mystery of Ether. She raised her voice.
“I see you. You’re all alone…”
Hawk felt their emotions pique and fluctuate. One of the men became gripped with nervous ness, almost terror. He didn’t move. The other one’s mind rippled with emotions like a brewing storm. Hawk felt out his presence more clearly, and grabbed hold of one of the emotions: anger. This she focused on; the desperation of the vanquished slowly seeped into the man and to his anger. Subtly, Hawk twisted this, until desperate anger dominated the man’s mind. He roared out a challenge, and blindly charged the woman. She felt his impending approach and swung an uppercut. It connected with the man’s jaw. Combined with the momentum of the man’s charge, the assassin dropped and awkwardly skidded on the pavement, letting out a series of moans before slipping into unconsciousness. A timid voice emanated from the darkness.
“Please…please don’t hurt me.”
She nodded out of habit. “Very well, get into the light where I can see you. Once you’re there, put your hands on your head, and sit down. You have my word that I nor anyone else will hurt you.”
The sole surviving assassin wandered out into the light, and for once, the Jensaarai had a clear view of her opponents. He looked from side to side and dropped a rifle to clatter on the street. Slowly, the man knelt to the ground, resting his hands on his head. His head turned back to the shadows.
“That’s fine,” reported the woman, “stay like that. No sudden movements though, I’m coming out of the darkness now…you have nothing…well…nothing from me to worry about.”
“What will happen to me?”
Kitty emerged from the shadows and sheathed her weapon.
“Imprisonment by the capitol police for attempted assassination. You’ll have a trial most likely, and be given a sentence. And that could range from a decade or so in prison, maybe even less than that, to a full life term.”
“Less…less than that?”
She nodded. “You had intent, but I will write an amendum stating that you were clearly the most reasonable one to stop so far this night. That and good behavior could get you out in time.”
“No death sentence?”
She barked an amused laugh. “The Confederation does not believe in the death sentence except for rather extreme cases, which after tonight, your’s won’t be. If we did, we could be killing an innocent man. And that is by far a greater evil than keeping an guilty person locked up in jail.”
