“CRIX!”
She shouted the name at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse. Her face was covered in soot, her hair a mess. For a woman that normally kept a calm, cool resolve, she was entirely unhinged. She rushed through the streets, punching a Ranger in the face as he warned her against running about.
The Sith were actively hunting her in the streets, and she had arrived on the planet just then. The news reported on her house being blown up and she had to watch it on Holonet. Tapping into her old criminal ways, she had hotwired a speederbike to jet through the roads to make her way towards where her home once was.
It took her moments to arrive near the scene and she pushed and fought past Rangers.
“Where is he?!” She shouted in the face of a Ranger that was blubbering words she couldn’t make out. Crying out in frustration, she rushed closer to the remnants of her home. Smoke plumed from it and she could only make out the charred remains.
She remembered the day she set foot inside it for the first time, how excited she and Crix had been to have a real home. They had lived in a two bedroom apartment for his entire childhood, and this had been a new beginning.
Trys could only stare at the skeleton of the house before her, shaking her head in disbelief. Tears threatened to spill, but she only had one concern on her mind.
“WHERE IS MY SON?!”