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“Fascinating.” Trilla’s posture was stiff and immaculate, yet her head cocked to the side like a predator when noticing prey.
Only the prey didn’t react like one.
Slowly, the figure’s head lifted, familiar Imperial blacks still smoking. His face was more scarred than usual, yet still recognizable; that hair was garishly unique after all. “Cal Kestis.” she whispered. The quiet wind of Bogano whispered through the foliage of the vault, broken leaves twisting across the ground. The golden wall behind him seemed to ripple under the sunlight, somehow alive unlike the last time she’d come here.
“The one and only,” His eyes narrowed at her, something that was so oddly familiar, yet his existence was… Confusing.
His eyes, bright with a golden glow, seemed to be just as confused as he took in who she was. He grinned, raising an eyebrow at her. “The Second Sister,” he scoffed, leaning back on his hands. “I thought you’d grown out of following me around everywhere.”
That irked her, but she had the sense that perhaps...
This wasn’t the Kestis she knew. Ignoring his quip, she turned to the nearest purge trooper, eyes never leaving the person sprawled out in front of her.
“Send a message to Lord Vader,” She revelled in the way his eyes widened at the name, watching him gather to his feet. “Tell him I’ve found something urgent on Bogano.”
His relaxed disposition melted away, an air of suspicion and anger around him instead as troopers began to surround him, rifles pointed at his face.
He raised his hand, while Trilla's rushed to her hilt, watching as he let out a burst of energy that shoved the troopers off their feet and scattering across the floor. Rushing forward, he seemed to set his sights on her and she felt a thread in the force tug at her weapon. Grinning wide, Trilla ignited her blade, its red glow swiping at his face. The newcomer narrowly ducker under the attack, instead tackling her to the ground. The air rushed out of her, she sensed a dozen more troopers approach. Gathering the force in the palm of her hand, she pressed it against the temple of his head and let out a pulse of energy. She watched his eyes roll back into his head, teeth clenched and bared.
"That was foolish." she breathed.
Rolling him off of her, she stood up and dusted off her uniform, straightening its thick fabric. The troopers surrounded him once again, his groaning form struggling the stand. Cal stumbled away from her, a hand clawing at the side of his face.
"... Hate when you... do that." he growled.
"Hate is a strong word," She smiled. One of the purge troopers hauled him to his feet, propping him up more than anything. "And he will want to hear about it."