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"Extraction"
There were alarms blaring and sentries marching in front and behind her, but she was aware that someone else was nearby. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and stopped, looking to her left. There was a soft gasp, and the person hid behind the corner. Krolia saw enough to recognize a BoM uniform. She was saddened at the thought that there's a new set of Blades that lack the stealth training that she always put them through. She would have to have a word with Kolivan when this was over. Sighing inwardly, she looked forward and continued walking.
She managed to lose her sentries, double back, and get behind the Blade tailing her. 'He's so short,' she thought. She saw him unsheath a knife before he turned to face her. The knife elongated, and the blade was against her neck even as she held her blaster to his neck.
"Krolia."
Her eyes flicked from the inexperienced Blade to the weapon at her neck. It was her blade! That meant that this Blade was her kit! She fought the urge to growl. Her precious kit wasn't supposed to be in BoM attire, much less in space. It was something else to talk to Kolivan about. She powered down her blaster and withdrew it. Her kit withdrew his blade as well.
"You're late." She said as the sword transformed back into knife. "We don't have much time."
She didn't mean to sound so emotionless, but it better was than sounding angry. It would send the wrong message to her kit, like she was angry with him. She could never be angry with her precious kit. Never.
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