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Pain like nothing she’d ever felt before ripped through Kilindi as she crawled along the floor. Past Trezza’s body. Past the knife that had nearly gutted her, left behind by the boy—by the traitorous, homicidal bastard—who’d used it.
She seized the edge of the doorframe, using it as leverage to pull herself to her feet. A pained cry tore itself from her throat. A cry no one was around to hear. Maul hadn’t told her much about his Master, but she knew he was thorough. Brutal. Whether Maul had left her alive on purpose she didn’t know, but she did know that the odds were good she was the only one.
Kilindi staggered as she stepped into the corridor. Breathing heavily, she pressed one hand against her wound and braced the other on the wall. The infirmary would have the supplies she needed to patch herself up. There would be at least one small ship in the landing field or a transmitter she could use to send a distress signal.
Treat her injuries. Get off of Orsis. And then she could focus on what really mattered.
Find Maul. Make him pay.
Years later, a small shuttle touched down on the rocky surface of Dathomir. Its only passenger was a bounty hunter, employed by Crimson Dawn, who’d been summoned there by the syndicate's shadowy true leader.
As she stepped off the ship, Kilindi felt the comforting weight of the blasters at her hip, ankle, and small of her back. Finally, the long game she’d played was paying off. She’d spent years working her way through the ranks of Crimson Dawn, making sure she’d be noticed by the higher-ups. Maul would see right through her fake identity, she knew. And he’d want to finish what he started.
When she entered the cavern, he was waiting for her.
“I think you know why you’re here,” Maul said, igniting a glowing red blade.
“Yeah,” Kilindi said. “I do.”
She drew her blaster. Took her aim. And pulled the trigger.