Concord dawn
0000 hours
..The cold months..
0000 hours
..The cold months..
On one of her many adventures, rue had lost possession of her hammer, part of her was absolutely furious, but she had received a transmission from someone familiar… one of her biggest regrets, a burden she had carried since she learned of her brother's fate, a phantom that she knew would come eventually.. Feifi… the little wyrmling.. When she was in her ship, rue had a breakdown, a full blown panic attack..
The snow drifted lazily to the ground beneath rue's feet as she speedily walked, she knew it was a trap, but rue had to try.. Both her honour as a smith and her heart as her only family called to her to try to bring her back, save her before it was too late, rue didn't know if her heart could handle it if she would be forced to kill her last living family member..
Then she saw her.. And rue truly understood the horror before her.. The pain feifi must have endured at the hands of the sith..
<“Wyrmling..” >
Feifi cut her off, as rue looked silently, heartbroken.. No.. please.. Not this.. Anything but this.. Rue fumbled drawing her katana style vibroblade, nearly dropping it as feifis saber slammed into it, sending her back slightly, before she was forced to counter with a downwards slice, being blocked once more.
(reaction roll: 4)
<“Feifi.. please!”>