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“Kleeva system sounds like a good idea,” she answered, and surprisingly quick. Song shouldn’t have trusted whatever locations Kotii had provided. She should’ve gone to a world she was most familiar with, her own home turf, or a populated city-planet where either of them could disappear into a...

Song observed with distinct satisfaction as Kotii tore through the mob of Infected like ripping paper. Dark bile and blood spattered across the walls of the complex. An arm flew here, a leg there. It was in the following silence, once the dust settled and the street cleared of plaster, that she...

“That’s the big favor you wanted from me? To believe in myself?” She barely contained a fit of laughter, shaking her head in amusement. “I expected you’d dump some dramatic, sentimental speech on me, but I was thinking something a little more, I don’t know, self-serving?” She continued flicking...

“Thank you,” was all she had to say after Kotii’s response to her story. They were kind words. More than River deserved, some might’ve thought, but for Song, they meant everything. Strangely enough, she felt a wetness in her eyes, and she chalked it up to some minor, allergic reaction. There was...

Song hesitated when Kotii threw her own words back at her like a question. Represented. She’d unconsciously used the past tense. Why? Was it because she no longer believed in the Mand’alor’s cause, or his actions, or his allies? It was true she’d never been a fan of the Sith. Aligning...

“Of all the questions you could have asked, that’s what you decide on?” she told him, shaking her head in disbelief, barely unable to contain her laughter. “Of course I’ve experienced rain before. It’s not like I was shackled to Krownest all my life. I was a bounty hunter, and I’d wager I’ve...

Song raised her blade, prepared for the onslaught of clankers coming her way, when the unexpected happened. A storm of blaster bolts filled the hall. The light almost blinding, she ducked and shielded herself with a plated forearm, thinking it was a second ambush by the warlord’s droids—that...

“No, you can’t have…” Song said instinctively, before realizing what he’d asked for and glanced down to their two intertwined hands. She pulled hers away. “Oh. Sorry.” She felt her face flush, less embarrassed and more irritated by the fact she’d grabbed him in the first place. She should have...

Knives. Song was pleasantly surprised by their appearance, as well as the hard glare the warlord was shooting her, like he honestly believed he could challenge her in a duel. She thought to scoff. It was her strongest suit, and in such close quarters against her sword, he didn’t stand a chance...

Song chopped hands and extended limbs coming through the door. Black bile sprayed into the room. She took great care not letting it stain her armor, although it didn’t matter when every plate was already caked in mud or her own dried blood. If she escaped this alive and returned to Krownest...

Song was pleasantly surprised by how quickly Renata gave into Nox’s demands, no interrogation required. She guessed most would against a glare like his. He cut an imposing figure with so much blood on his armor, and the Solus’alor had forged quite a reputation for himself in the last few months...

Song restrained a curse as the droids descended on them. She’d hoped the knife would have lodged in Cuustad’s throat, but she was exhausted and unbalanced, so she’d have to settle for nearly taking off his arm. If there was one thing to be glad about, at least she'd wiped that smug grin off his...

Song was grateful not to have entered the complex alone. The halls were winding and blanketed in shadow, full of exposed wiring and dead droids, and tension hung heavy around her like a thick coat. She found herself frequently glancing over her shoulder in case anyone was following them, and...

A second wave of relief crashed over Song at the sound of Nox’s voice. He was alive. Not only that, but victorious. At least, she could tell he was by the weary irritation laced into his words, like he was about to faint from exhaustion—and with the general lack of dueling in the background, she...

“Neither am I,” Song replied, the anger in her voice not completely yet gone. The argument had ended prematurely, but honestly, a part of her was grateful it had. If the two of them had started a shouting match, it probably would have ended in another duel, and while close quarters combat...

Song wasn’t lost to the sharp look he gave at the mention of Mysha. She had suspected the two had known each other before, but only ever as old friends. Mysha had always been the sympathetic type, that much had been obvious back on Horuz, and she wouldn’t have put it past her if she sympathized...

So, he was neither a boy nor an old man, but she wasn’t wrong about his almost sickly complexion. Noticeably Echani, his skin was like porcelain, with grave-white hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was crushingly handsome—a fact Song pretended to ignore as she rolled her eyes to the...

“Are you trying to coax me into removing my helmet? Typical dar’manda.” With her cuffs taken off, Song rubbed at her wrists and, in the exact opposite of what she’d just said—carefully reached around her helmet. “You’re not wrong, though.” Then, she lifted the heavy shell of beskar to reveal her...

Pain bloomed across her chest. Song crashed into the ground, reeling. Black crowded the edges of her vision. She felt strange, numb, but when the shock wore off, the pain followed like an oncoming ship. It hit her full force, and she found it incredibly hard to breathe. Moaning, she clutched at...

Song huddled against the ventilation chute. More blaster bolts struck against her cover, some flying inches above her head, and she wondered just where these droids came from. Either she’d tripped a hidden motion sensor, or they’d reacted the moment she had shut down the comms jammer—whatever...