The taxi ride to the Corellian Sector was relatively short, thank the Force. By the time she touched down on the transport landing pad, Theva was just itching to kill something. She would rather still be on Alderaan than here, at the rate things had been going. Thankfully, this sector was crawling with Exchange thugs, so she was likely to get her wish. As happened in most places that she travelled to, many of the civilians took one look at her attire, her stance, and the lightsaber on her hip, and abruptly scattered in the opposite direction. If she’d had the time, she might have chased some of them down just for the hell of it, but right now she had to focus on getting this stupid Hutt what he wanted.
It wasn’t difficult to find the spice processing plant, either. She had only to watch some of the thugs on the upper levels coming and going for a short while, to deduce that there was something of value on the more concealed lower level. When the next set came up, Theva leapt out at them and quickly dispatched them with the Force, commandeering the elevator platform as it dropped back down once more. As soon as she arrived in the lower level, she could smell the spice, anyone with a half-decent nose could have, and Theva liked to think hers was better than ‘half-decent’. It wasn’t too difficult to follow the smell, the Chiss was easily able to take cover behind one of the tall support pillars that stretched up to the walkways of the Sector above them, for the time being taking no notice of the Jedi shadowing her, as she was preoccupied with peering around at the guards outside of the spice plant.
Theva’s lightsaber activated with a snap-hiss, and she cleared the distance from the pillar to the doorway in a single leap, her weapon slicing the first guard clean through the middle and her free hand lashing out to grab the second by the skull with the Force, crushing it before he could even scream for help. Those who were inside the plant, however, had a bit more warning, between the sounds of the body (parts) hitting the floor, and the stench of burning flesh that clearly wafted through the doorway. As she entered the refinery, the Chiss flung her lightsaber across the room at a group of gunners, using the moment that her hand was free in order to press a button on her other gauntlet that would activate her personal shield, before she caught the hilt as it returned to her.
The next few salvos bounced right off the energy-deflecting shield that appeared as a shimmering purple forcefield around the Chiss Sith, while her lightsaber took care of the rest of the assailants, all bar one unlucky fellow, who found himself being grabbed by the throat and slammed into the nearest wall. She wasn’t done with this one yet, not by a long shot.
“Noooooww, let’s you and I have a little chat, shall we?” Theva purred, kicking his blaster across the room until it thunked heavily against the opposite wall, well out of his reach. She kept her lightsaber in a loose guarded stance, just in case someone else came rushing in because of all the noise she had been causing. “Where is your boss, this Ukabi character?”
“I-I don’t know, I sw-swear!” the guard insisted, scrabbling frantically at his own neck in a futile attempt to escape the invisible chokehold. She gave an over-exaggerated sigh, drawing her arm back enough to pull him away from the wall again, only to slam him straight back into it with enough power to knock the wind out of him this time.
“Let me make this very clear, I’m going to ask the questions, and every time I don’t like your answer, I’m going to cut something off.” the Chiss tilted her head to one side, in the same cold, predatory way that a Nexu would size up its prey before ending its moments in this life, and gave him a sickly sweet smile. “And you are not going to like where I will start, my friend.”
The guard let out an amusingly effeminate scream, his terrified gaze sweeping to her lightsaber as he did the best to cross his legs.
“Alright, alright!!! He-He’s around here, miss, he j-just said not to t-tell anyone! I c-could, I could call him r-right now!”
This time, she dropped him, only to allow him to dial on his communicator, and foolishly assuming that watching all of his associates die by her hand would mean he wouldn’t think to feed her a bold-faced lie.
Moments after he fired off the message, Theva realised her mistake as many, many more footsteps - far too many for her to fight alone, and already half-drained from fighting previously - sounded the arrival of a large squad of reinforcements.
“K'et bah ch'a searoten'i! (Son of a bitch!)” she snarled angrily in Cheunh, sharply twisting her wrist until the offending man’s neck cracked, before she hefted her lightsaber and braced herself for a really difficult fight out of here.
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