It was the first time in years Kate had broken out her low cut, black, gold trimmed peasent top and her black slacks which had a thin gold line running down the seam lines. She slipped them on, then went to a weapons locker which, over the spanse of time, had collected a layer of dust, she opened the locks and the trunk lid opened. Lying there before her was the old black leather duster she had worn as well as a black hilted, Mandalorian blade which had been given to her as a gift. She picked the blade up and spun it around. Memories of her past flooded through her mind. She had been a vicious tirant, spreading chaos and fear across the outter rim territories. The blood which had been spilt by her blade, if ever combined, would have filled a lake.
A cold shiver ran down her spine as she sat down in her chair. She twisted the blade around, allowing the dim lights of the cabin to shine on the silver blade. She sighed softly and noticed a small, silver medallion which hung from the hilt. " What the.." after a brief inspection she removed it and suddenly remembered. It was the medallion she had been given to her by an old Jedi when she had left the way of tirany. Images of that day flashed across her mind. She had nearly died that day. She shook her head, cleared her mind, slipped the medallion on and placed the blade on her lap, picking up the black cloth which lay underneath and began to polish it.
When she heard the knock at her door, she didn't even look up.
" Sit." she said.
