Her anger had taken control, and she was running on everything but fumes as she left the cantina with heavy steps, a representation of those oblivious that she meant business as she threw the door off the wall with her hand. Before the rodian could grab her arm to stop her, she rushed off with his left arm hanging in the air.
"Crystaall! Damn it!"
He pushed himself up and checked for his pistol as he quickly made his way through the cantina and out the open door. He knew he should have been more forward. But nothing could change her mind now. He began to exit the cantina, but he soon noticed that she was way farther than he expected. He started to head toward the spaceport with a small jog, but it soon turned into a full sprint as he noticed the destruction of small stores that were possibly not even in her way.
She was pissed. Why did he do that? Why would he not tell her a thing!? No hints, no messages, and not even a secret will for his death. Her anger began to deplete as she began to notice the sadness of her situation. She wished he was here, to comfort her, to tell her himself the whys and the whats. But he was gone.... taken from her by a man who hunted royalty. She made her way into the hangar she landed in and looked at the ship. The Dragon Hawke. Vex's prized vessel, and now it was hers. He would never had minded, and if she ever decided to work with him, he would have let her. She never did, when they separated, they separated for a long time, she did her own thing and he did his. But it was clear that he never left. He was always there.
"And why wouldn't he be? It was his honor to protect you. That is the least respect you should give him."
That voice. Once again that voice had taken her mind and sent her words that no one spoke. Why? Why did this voice torture her? Or was it trying to help? It was possible its mission is to guide her, almost like Vex would do, just like anyone she knew would do for her.
"Crystaall!!!"
"I see you're not alone."
Two people, but that second voice was different. It sounded harsh and full of violence, as if it was tortured and accepts its pain. She turned to the rodian and then turned to face the other voice. It was the black stormtrooper, but he had no helmet. Instead he wore a dark violet robe with weird symbols upon it. And he held something in his hand. Crystaall sighed as she hoped that the rodian wouldn't get himself involved.
"Rodian, leave here!"
"Its Grey-Kast!"
"Grey-Kast, leave now!"
It was very sudden. She wanted him to close the door, but he never did. It shut right as she felt the urge to do it for him. And the door shut in front of the rodian with no warning as Crystaall turned her attention back to the man in robed armor.
"I see you can use the Force again."
"I could never use the Force, you mistake me for another armored girl."
"I could never mistake someone like you."
The man took a few steps forward, and Crystaall could see the smirk on his face. He pressed a button on the small object and the blade shot out like a burst of flames, revealing the crimson blade of light, its red color shining through his robes and reflecting off his armor. She had only heard stories of these weapons, and she was almost reluctant to fight him. But Crystaall assumed she would have no other choice.
"We can do this easily or extremely difficult. That is your decision to make."
"I don't know you, nor do I care, but I always prefer a challenge."
With quick speed on her mind, Crystaall whiped out two hidden knives from one of her small utility pouches. She twirled them in her metal fingers as she placed one in each hand and stared at the man through her metal helmet. She could feel the dark pain this man had suffered, but she could also feel his pride and his greed. She could tell this was what drived him. She didn't know how she knew this, but she understood that everything would be told in its time. She focused on the man infront of her and sighed, twirling the knives once more.
"Well... I presume you know how to fight with that blade."
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