The downpour on Naboo was greater than it had ever been since she arrived. With all the green here, she should've realized the amount of rain needed to maintain it.
Lilith sat in a restaurant, one far out from the main city in a little town. She was wearing a gray cloak, the hood pulled over her head and gray half-mask that covered the upper part of her face. The mask had no details, it was simply gray. The restaurant was under shelter, but open at the front so she could hear and stare at the thunderous rain drops as they hit the ground over and over and over again. Her mind was far off into somewhere else though, back to the rain on Endor. Back where she'd been broken. The events, the darkness swelling in her, all of it was eating away at her mind.
Within the grasp of her hand was a warm drink, though it was quickly cooling and she hadn't had a single sip of it. Her mind was too clouded, too conflicted to really regard it besides the last bit of warmth she was drawing from it. But with the crack of a branch being stepped on, she was brought back from her stupor. She spotted a handful of men, one she'd been informed about and was waiting for.
They walked up to a light fixture and the one man she was focused on leaned against it, and just as she suspected a woman—a noble—walked out of a building close by. The woman had just finished a meeting and was on her way to a taxi, to make her way back to the city. Just as she was passing the men, one went to jump her, and Lilith sprang to action.
Lilith was not shy about bringing out her lightsaber. It sprang to her hand and ignited in a burst of blue light. The blue blade went flying, stabbing through the back of the man at the light fixture before returning to Lilith's hands. There were three more attackers left, but the woman being attacked had time to run while the three living brutes tried to process what exactly had happened.