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Ellys, Lyn’s hunt

Ellys was distracted, her head turned away, as she bared her fangs. Groggily her face swayed back to face her current victim when she felt the sword pulled out of her middle. Immediately  fresh wave of blood washed down her  torso followed by a wrinkled, pinkish rope that was her intestines  and piled to the ground. Clumps of dirt clung to the thick organs as more fell from the gaping hole while emptying out her insides, her liver, kidneys and more shortly joined the rest. The Naga didn’t seem to notice  or care when she strike forward. 

Suddenly two things happened at once. Leith’s sword grew and the tip sliced through her head back, severing her spine and taking a chunk from her skull when it came out the other side. There was a distinct crack like a large, oversize coconut being busted open. Brain matter and bone fragments sprayed through her hair soaking it in her fluids as she made a death rattle, her body trembling slightly when Sinys’ arrows hit their mark again. Each aiming higher up than the last, through one was off by a fraction. It sliced through the Naga’s face side and toward Leith, narrowly missing him when it smacked into the ground behind him.  

When it all ended, the Naga slumped over and stilled in death, collapsing to the ground.

~|Day 2, 21:15-21:45 GST|~
~|Jayda, Animal Pens and Sith Practice Chambers|~

It was time. 

The turbo lift buzzed and hummed quietly, filling Jayda's ears. Her arms crossed over her chest and tightly held their position, her back pressed harder against the metal to draw strength from it. She could easily feel the small box rumble by each level on to its destination. Mentally she counted each second when it passed, her thoughts accompanied by the clicking of her swaying lightsaber hung by her belt. Inwardly, she mused bitterly about the fact there was such a thing as Sith practice chambers onboard the ship when clearly few sith would use them. Unless they were training a newly gained apprentice or a turned Jedi, there was only one she knew of, Nazca, through she suspected it wasn’t an earnest change and her motivations had more to do with helping the Jedi in the end. Despite her unorthodox methods and emotional state, Jayda had a distinct feeling the woman would forever be loyal to her friends even if they weren’t to her. 

A trait that could cost someone their life should a Sith test the limits. 

Pushing the thoughts away, Jayda’s focus returned to the matter at hand: how to deal with Corr and survive this ship. Her right hand slipped into her left sleeve and slow withdrew the vial she had gotten from Zanna. The liquid was murky and thick, the anti-clotting agent swirled along the clear barrier when she brought it closer to examine. Paranoia seeped in her mind about the authenticity of the contents through without it, she wouldn’t be sure she could make Corr’s death look like an accident. Unlike Jakali Harcor, this apprentice had actually sought to do her harm and made himself an obvious threat to her existence within the ship. She doubted he would’ve allowed her to become strong enough to defeat Sish which meant as long as he was alive, she would never relax. 

Sish’s last words echoed to remind her that the shit eating lizard would never accept her absence of action either. If he decided to finish the very job he started and kill her, Jayda doubted she would last very long. Through a straight up fight without him holding back would’ve proven to her how much good his training had done. Uncrossing her arms, she pressed a gloved hand to her mouth then bite down on the material. Gradually she pulled it off finger by finger before she removed the top, pressing her nail tip into the solution. She jerked it to the side until it coated the edge then back again rapidly, repeating it about nine more times until each finger was coated lightly. There was just enough, her pinky emptying the last bit.   

Jayda stepped out from the turbolift, her hand placing the glass vial into her robes, when her ears caught the howling of animals within their confinements. Their shadowy figures pacing their cramp, tight cages while they growled in anticipation. Eyes seemed to glow in accuration at her agenda, secretly knowing that blood was going to be spilt and their fangs flashed their greed. Muscles moved in the familiar movements all those born to kill knew well. They followed what was natural while Jayda began to realize she couldn’t. 

This through provoked an envy from her over the mess she was in. 

Corr’s back was turned when she silently entered, unaware of her presence yet. Jayda moved silently than death itself as she drew nearly, her hands ready to strike. 

~~~~~

Howls and cries erupted throughout the pen area, their sounds increasing at the smell of cooked flesh and blood. Their figures rattling their cage bars just outside the chamber’s semi-thick walls as they overwhelmed Corr’s last scream. The Red Sith was crumpled in a heap  a few feet away where he laid motionless and dead. It appeared like a wild animal had escaped its cages then tore the reckless apprentice into pieces save for the nub at his hand. The wrist was severed by a lightsaber, the edges blackened and charred, while his own weapon was still clutched in his hand.  He hadn’t even gotten the chance to draw his second weapon, when Jayda had attacked him then paid the price for her recklessness.  

Her left hand had used tutaminis to block the incoming attack but held it too long. The weapon, as she was pushing it away, scalded her hand and took off several layers that would need time to heal. It was also proof of her hand in the apprentice’s demise. Jayda’s figure was hunched down and breathing hard, her eyes stared forward while she fought past the pain. Sharply inhaling, she forced herself upright onto her feet while she edged toward Corr’s disabled weapon. Ignoring his dead eyes judging her crime, she moved toward the animal pens to select a believable scapegoat. One that she could easily dispatch in her current state. 

In the back of her mind, Jayda knew if she kept this up than one of these incidents were bound to get her killed. It was only a question of which one. 

~|Day 3, 00:28-2:00 GST|~
~|Navi, 2nd Control Room|~

The more time Navie spent on this ship, the more he hated it. Besides himself, there was something dark and unsettling lurking within the vents and using it to navigate throughout the ship in much the same fashion. Strangely enough he couldn’t get an accurate read on the thing to tell if it was living or not which left him rather puzzled. It was as if smoke was given life and left to explore the ship, seeking out any worthwhile victims that were stupid enough to isolate themselves. His sensors detected that sulfuric reading through the source was still a mystery. Something that made the droid relieved he had managed to avoid it so far and still continue onward to the control room. 

The vents, however, were still a pain to navigate in while trying to avoid the being. Thrice already, Navi had to stop, reverse and follow another route in order to meet his destination. These continual detours had added up to a little over half an hour causing the droid to be slightly late to where he was suppose to meet Koren at. Finally entering the vent just above the consoles, the little droid  edged to an exit only to pause and whistle a curse at his luck. About five troopers were currently within the room and standing right where he needed to be. 

If Navi dropped down, he was highly likely to be seen by the troopers within. It also meant Koren  (if he wasn’t already there) was about to walk into a highly tense and dangerous situation, the little bot pacing slightly causing one of the men to look up toward the room in curiosity. Immediately  he stopped, his frame hunched away from his slotted peep hole.

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