The Rebel Faction

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“I seriously doubt even a K’Satikur could spot a cloaked assassin.” Asri said.


“As do I.” Rissonik said. “But it will force him or her to be more cautious.”

“More like ‘them’.” Trazu announced. “I sense eight with malevolent intentions.”

“Oh fun.” Asri growled. “With that many you’d think they were after more then one target.”

“Let’s take them out before we find out then.” Trazu looked over at his father. “Father I’d suggest you lock down the manor, in case you two or even the kids are on their hit list.” Rissonik nodded in agreement and after the trio ran out he pushed the button to lock the place down.

Outside the grounds were a buzz of activity, warriors looking around carefully for any suspicious movement. Trazu relied on the Force to start pin pointing their locations. “One is still at the starport. Another is approaching from the Arena.” He said. “The other’s I haven’t pinned down yet….wait…one is over here, by the K’Satikur barracks.”

“I’ll take the one by the Arena.” Asri said. “Be careful love, with you pointing them out they may try to take you out first.”

“Don’t worry. I have the Force on my side.” Trazu said with a grin as Asri took off.

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Asri crept her way along the wall of the Arena, looking for signs of the intruder. This was a bit more difficult then normal due to the intruder being cloaked, but there are ways. One would think sight would be near useless in this case, but not so if you knew what to look for: not just the tell tale shimmer of the cloaking device, but tracks. One thing these guys no doubt didn’t count on was the majority of the grounds having a dirt floor.

Still, there were a lot of tracks on the ground from normal day to day activities, so Asri had to look for the freshest tracks and ones that seemed to end in thin air. She spotted one such track: the prints were very fresh and just seemed to end. Asri watched them for a moment and her patience paid off: a new print appeared out no where.

With a savage grin she crept toward the cloaked figure, one hand stooping down to scoop up some dust. Predictably the assassin noticed it had someone behind it and she could see the prints smudge as he turned around: that’s when she threw the dust. The dust hit and revealed a faint outline of the upper part of the man’s body, as a bonus some if it got into his eyes and he was temporarily blinded. Without further hesitation Asri sprung at him, colliding with the assailant and sending them both tumbling to the ground. She didn’t have her K’Zur on, but she didn’t need them to kill. She found and used the man’s one blade to kill him.

Meanwhile Trazu felt a bit disappointed in himself that Asri killed the first one. He was tracking the one by the barracks, but he wasn’t sure he could stay in mist vision and still actually hit something with his saber. His normal vision and tracking skills told him he was on the intruders trail and the Force showed him he wasn’t far away. In fact, the bastard had looped around and was trying to get behind him. Idiot. He thought. But I’ll play this game…

He pretended to be confused, using the Force to track the assassin’s progress. The moment the assassin was close enough he spin around, his saber flashing to life, cutting the man’s chest open. “Did you honestly believe you could sneak up on a Jedi?” Trazu asked the man as he lay dying on the ground. “Idiot.” He put the man out of his misery with a quick jab through his heart.

In the manor Varcanna was sitting in the play room, where most of the kids were playing normally. Trissan as usual was getting rebellious.

“Why is the window closed?” He asked. “It’s stuffy.”

“It’s not safe to open them right now.” Varcanna replied as patiently as she could: this was the fifth time he asked.

“But I want it open….” Trissan whined.

“You can’t have it open.” Varcanna said sternly.

Asri how do you do it? She thought to herself. For some strange reason Trissan behaved like an angel around Asri. She felt a cool breeze on her back and cursed to herself when she realized what had happened: while she was distracted Trissan had opened the window.

“That feels better.” Trissan said.

“Trissan! I told you not to open the window!” Varcanna growled as she got up and slammed the window closed again. Thing is, it didn’t close all the way and there was a yelp of pain. Before her eyes someone uncloaked: the ‘poor’ man’s hands were trapped between the window and the sill. “Oh, looky what we got here.” Varcanna said with a grin. “I’ll think I’ll leave you hanging around for a bit no?” She turned toward Trissan. “That’s why I told you not to open the window." She said to him sternly.

“Oh….” Trissan said sheepishly.

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Asri was starting to search for another victim when she noticed Angela hop into her fighter, likely to use the ships scanners to help track down the intruders. But Asri noticed something odd on the craft. “Angela!” She screamed, when she realized what it ‘had’ to be. “Get out of there!”

There was no time to really explain as she saw puffs of dust form rapidly away from the craft. With a growl Asri took chase: if Angela didn’t survive the impending explosion Asri intended to avenge her in quick order.

Trazu was just getting into the Force to see where more targets when it showed him two figures landing silently behind him. Reacting quickly he spun around, just in time to deflect two blaster shots. “Cowards….using guns…” He growled. Using the Force he blasted both of them back, slamming them against the perimeter wall, the force of the impact caused their cloaking devices to short out. Before Trazu could do anything else though two Clan warriors pounced on them, killing them in quick order. “Now there’s more then eight…” Trazu growled, sensing that there were two wandering the corridors of the training room. As he drew close he noticed two of the K’Satikur Warriors inspecting what looked like Lavality’s handy work. Beyond them he could sense two evil presences. “Bohind yea, dewn tho cerrider!” He shouted at them.

As if they were one unit, they both spun around and fired their blasters down the corridor.

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“Aunty Varcanna….”

“Yes Trissan?” Varcanna replied, slightly annoyed: what did he want this time?

“Can you shut him up? He’s annoying me…” The youth said.

Varcanna sighed. The man they had pinned by the hands in the window was whimpering and carrying on: not exactly a good example of an assassin. “He’s starting to annoy me too.” She growled as she walked over to the window. She saw the mans eyes widen in fear when he saw her. Quickly, she opened the window and grabbed the man by the arm and hauled him in before he could drop away. Then she took her staff and bashed him over the head, knocking him off conscious. “There, he should be out for a while.”

“Can we play with him?” One of the girls asked.

“Erm…not sure that’s a….” She started, not knowing what the child meant until she saw them bring out a bunch of paints, bows, and the like. “Actually…go ahead.” She said with a mischievous grin. “Heck I may join in….”

***

Asri had just pounced on the retreating when the explosion happened. “Angela!” She screamed as she snapped the man’s neck. Leaving the lifeless body behind she ran to the wreckage and started looking for the woman, praying she got out in time. Unfortunately she apparently didn’t and was in bad shape. “Dammit.” Asri growled as she removed some of the lighter pieces of debris off.

She quickly ripped off a piece of her shirt and applied a tourniquet to what was left of her right arm. “Can’t do anything about your legs hun until we get some help here.” She said. Then something caught her eye, a slight humanoid silhouette in the smoke. With a snarl she turned and pounced on yet another assassin. “Trazu said he sensed eight…” She growled as she killed this one as well. “I think he’s a bit ‘off’.”

***

Trazu meanwhile was trying to determine just how many more there were, but was finding it difficult for some reason. Was it because his mind was still ecovering from all the Force use he did during the battle on Korribon? He felt a presence of another assassin approach him and he turned to face him. This one was very bold, having uncloaked and was welding a traditional style Trandoshan sword. There was something odd about that sword though and he realized why when he went to attack with his saber, only for it to ‘short out’ when it’s plasma blade hit his opponents. A blade made of corbanis. He thought, impressed.

“Bet you’re no good without your fancy glowstick.” The assassin snarled.

To that Trazu just grinned and unsheathed his normal blade. “Don’t count on it.” He said. “I was a master swordsman long before I picked up a lightsaber….”

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It had been a while since he was in a proper sword fight with traditional swords, but the only real difference with his technique was the weight difference between his saber and the sword. Fortunately for Trazu, he had the foresight to practice with his sword along with the saber just in case he got into a situation like this. The assassin was starting to look a bit worried.

“Bit off a bit more then you could chew eh?” Trazu taunted as he parried another of the man’s strikes.

The man growled, then suddenly jumped back and fired a blaster shot at him. Trazu only managed to dodge just enough so the shot hit his shoulder and not his head. Naturally, this only pissed Trazu off. “Skragging, gun touting coward!” He snarled as he threw his sword at the assassin so fast and furious that he wasn’t able to block or dodge out of the way: the blade impaled him in the middle of the chest, killing him instantly.

Panting, Trazu walked over the man and picked up the corbanis sword and tested it’s weight. He liked it, so he decided to keep it.

***

In the manor the assailant had woken up, but Varcanna had taken the precaution to tie up his hands feet and to tape his muzzle shut. There fore he could only watch horrified at what was being done to him.

“What color should we paint is claws?” Varcanna asked the girls while Trissan was drawing funny designs on the poor man’s face.

“PINK!” Came a unified response from the girls.

The man had a look that plainly said: someone please kill me….

***

Asri meanwhile was getting help for Angela, all the while keeping an eye out for more cloaked assailants. With a couple of medics and a few strong warriors they started clearing the heavier pieces of debris off her broken body.

“Looks like you’re going to be in the body shop for a while.” One of them commented as he assessed her injuries.

“If I had known you got off this badly from this I would have ripped that bastards limbs off before I killed him so he knew what it felt like.” Asri growled.