Devil Hunt

[D.C.]

She didn't know his name, but she knew what he looked like. And more importantly, she had seen what he had done. She knew what he was.

A murderer.

But let's start at the beginning, shall we?

She had initially come to Naboo for some peace and serenity. The last few months had been rather rough for her, as she had had to chase after a lot of criminals and had tried to right so many wrongs. Sometimes she succeeded at those things, other times she failed. If all that had taught her one thing it would probably be this: she wasn't invincible. She wasn't a superhuman being who could save the galaxy on her own.

She had never been to Naboo before, and was anxious to visit the lush, green world. Turned out that things would not be as peaceful as she had hoped they'd be.

She had seen what he had done, only a few days after her arrival, and it had filled her with rage. Holding the dying victim in her arms, she had sworn to the poor girl that she would track down the filthy thug and tear him to pieces. This was her mission, after all. To right the wrongs. To make the galaxy a safer place. Yeah, right, she had indeed learned that valuable lesson... the one about her not being invincible. But then again, this was her. It was in her blood. She couldn't sit idly by and let this happen. She wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't allow that bastard to roam the realm freely. She couldn't...

She had to stop him.

She had to end him.

And so she had started to chase after him. Rage in her heart, tears in her eyes and bullets in her guns.

She had bought a speeder bike and rode down the plains, following the trail that the murderer had left behind. And some days later it happened: her speeder broke down and she was forced to continue on-foot. She became a little bit desperate because of this, because now chances were that she might not be able to catch up with him anymore. That he might get away. And she couldn't let him get away! It couldn't happen!

So she walked until she happened upon a settlement of farmers.

Standing atop a hill, holding her hat in both her hands, her red hair wavering in the wind and her piercing blue eyes shimmering in the light of the sun that was slowly but certainly sinking beyond the horizon, she gazed down upon the settlement. She could feel it. She couldn't clarify the feelings, but she could just feel that he was down there. She could only hope that the bastard hadn't committed his sick crimes in that village yet.

She put on her hat again, and with her right hand on the gun on her right hip she started to make her descend toward the town.

Fifteen minutes later she entered. Everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful at first glance.

She looked around and noticed the saloon. Hoping the man she was looking for would be in there, she walked over to the building, and entered.

Her name was Shannon O'Hara and she was a gunslinger.

 

[Padmé]

She was simply bored to death while waiting out the war on Kashyyyk. Spontaneous as ever, Faith had the urge to visit Naboo. Why? She had zero clue, save perhaps to get away from the mundane task of family life to to a peaceful few weeks, by herself. Just like the old times. Upon a few calls and last minute planning, the ex Jedi left Kashyyyk to make the journey to Naboo.

Moments upon docking her ship and asking around for the nearest bar, Faith had the feeling this trip will be nothing short of aiding someone. Who? She had no clue. Some would call what she was about to embark upon following the will of the Force. To Faith, she was merely in for a getaway....

Upon securing directions to the nearest bar in town, Faith quickly made her way out of the docking bay on a rented speeder. About half an hour later, the young ex Jedi found exactly what she was searching for. She quickly parked the rented speeder and then proceeded to make her way down the path that led to the front entrance. Adorned in black light leather pants, with matching top/vest, and a noticeable gear resting on her tiny waist, Faith Kyyysha made her way inside the mediocre establishment. Upon entering in, she immediately noticed a red haired with the most fierce look Faith had seen yet. Making a mental note, the ex Jedi made a beeline to the main bar, and then proceeded to light her expensive cigarra while scanning the patroons in the bar.

 

[D.C.]

He wasn't inside and that didn't make her happy. Shannon glanced at the stairs, wondering if he might be upstairs, and was inclined to find out as soon as possible. But first she headed over to the bar, trying to act somewhat casual because she did not want to start any trouble too soon. Trouble was inevitable, but she wouldn't allow it to happen until the right moment.

Shannon ordered a whisky and took a seat on one of the stools. Most stools at the bar were free at the moment; Shannon figured that the saloon would get busier after dusk. The Rodian bartender served her the whisky, and she tossed some credits on the counter. The bartender wanted to ask her something, but she shot a nasty glance at him and he turned away, resuming his never-ending job that was cleaning the glasses.

It was then that a human woman entered the saloon. This woman coincidentally had red hair, just like Shannon, and the woman lit up a cigarette right then and there. Looking back at her whisky and warming the glass in the palm of her hand (she never drank whisky on ice, to her that was as if you would put cream on your sauerkraut), she got the idea of lighting up a cigarette herself. She thought about this some more and suddenly it hit her that she hadn't smoked in days; her mind had been too occupied with other things. She produced her pack of cigarettes, put one in her mouth, and then reached for her lighter. However, the lighter wasn't there. It was gone.

She shot a sideways glance at the woman and then decided to just go for it. Shannon turned around to face her and asked, "Excuse me, but would ya have a light for me? Must've lost my lighter..."

 

[Padmé]

Something about the woman drew her closer to Faith. While Faith made the beeline to her current position, at the bar, she couldn't help but notice the other red haired's interaction with the bartender. The man gently walked off, almost disappointed, as the other woman gave him a look which actually made Faith chuckle. Nevertheless, Faith didn't utter a word until she found a seat close by the other woman and proceeded to draw on her expensive cigarra.

"She's looking for someone."
The Kashyyyk native thought very quietly to herself.
While engaging in a inner debate as to whether she should use her Jedi mind tricks to extrapolate the woman's thoughts, another bartender walked up to her side.

"Would you like something to drink, sexy?"
The young bartender inquired with a cunning smile.
Drawing again on her cigarra, the ex Jedi smoke made a little circle, surrounded with a bigger one, and then turned to face the scrawny bartender. She then proceeded to turn the towel hanging on the man's shoulder, up towards his face.

"The name is Faith, learn to use it"
Faith retorted back. A bit annoyed, but proud of the Jedi trick she'd just used on the man.
Through her peripheral view, Faith watched as the woman next to her nursed her iced drink, removed her cigarette and then fiddled around for something. Seconds later, the other woman turned to face Faith. Faith could envision what was about to transpire, but nonetheless continued to draw on her cigarra and listen.

"Excuse me, but would ya have a light for me? Must've lost my lighter..."

Smiling Faith got off her seat and then responded
"I've lost count of how many of these bad boys I've lost over the years.
Sure thing."

"Here ya go."
The Kashyyyk native lit the lighter and then passed it on to the other woman.

Faith didn't blink as she ordered the most expensive whiskey on the menu.
"Dry."
she retorted.

"Make that two. Both dry. Add a side of water, no ice as well."
She added as the scrawny bartender politely nodded and walked off with her order.
Now seated, she turned to face the other woman.

"The name is Faith. Faith Casse-
She caught herself giving her former husband's surname.

"Faith Kariya..."
She corrected herself, while giving her new surname.. Her second husband's.

"...... Pleasure to meet you."
She added while transferring the lighter back to Shannon's table, through the Force.

 

[D.C.]

Shannon took the lighter and lit her cigarette. "Much obliged," she said in her drawling, casual, pleasant voice. Then just when she wanted to hand back the lighter--this was after Faith had introduced herself--Faith actually used some kind of telekinetic ability to retrieve her lighter. Shannon raised an eyebrow and looked from the floating lighter to the woman herself.

"Faith," Shannon said. "That name suits ya. Movin objects with yer thoughts." She grinned and then tipped the brim of her hat. "I'm Shannon O'Hara, and it's a pleasure to meet you too." At the same time she wondered if she was talking to a Jedi here. She knew Jedi were capable of those things. On the other hand, maybe that telekinesis was just some ability that Faith's species possessed, and if so, then Faith probably wasn't Human. It seemed plausible, considering Shannon herself wasn't even Human. She was Morellian, hence her red hair and bright blue eyes.

The gunslinger shot a quick glance at the stairs. She was still kind of anxious to find out whether or not her prey was around here. She reckoned she would find out later. Right now she couldn't let anybody suspect anything. It would spoil things. It wouldn't be a problem if things'd be spoiled, but to spoil that stuff too soon would not do anyone any good.

"What brings ya here to this shithole, though? No offence if ya actually live here..." She smiled at Faith. The smile and her mesmerising angel-blue eyes made her look rather friendly, and would probably make it obvious that she really didn't mean to offend anyone. But of course that depended on the person, whether they'd be offended or not.

 

[Padmé]

The Force was right. Faith was not led to the awful bar on Naboo by accident. She patiently endured the rest of the casual conversation until her new acquaintance moved past the expected pleasantries and into more meaningful conversation.

"Faith,"
Shannon called.
The woman's voice felt very pleasant, but yet a tad reserved. Perhaps Faith's encounters with the scum and gritty personalities of the galaxy had indeed debauched her expectations...

"That name suits ya. Movin objects with yer thoughts."
Shannon added.

Tipping her invincible hat, Faith took another drag on her expensive leaves, and then interjected
"Why thank you, Shannon O'Hara.
Pleasure to meet your acquaintance as well."

It seems Shannon was a bit chatty, thus Faith allowed her the pleasure while she nursed her drink.
Merely moments into the pairs conversation Shannon exhibited signs of a bounty hunter. Her roaming eyes, intuitive demeanor and alas poignant questions.

"What brings ya here to this shithole, though?"
Shannon casually inquired. Her big blue eyes wondering over to the stairs.

"Oh I'll be dammed if this Shithole was home. I'm just passing through."
Faith casually responded.

"Just like you."
She added as she proceeded to lift up her drink.

"And you'll be right to think of me as a Jedi. Though it should be noted that I'm no longer affiliated with that pious Order."

Drink now close to her lips, Faith took a small sip. However, on her second sip a random shot was fired her direction.

"Son of a gun!"
She vehemently exclaimed while quickly letting go of the cracked glass and drawing on her gun...

 

[D.C.]

"So," Shannon said after Faith had said that she was right in thinking she was a Jedi, "you can read my thoughts, eh?" She smiled warmly. It was a very charming, pretty smile. The kind of smile that might set one's heart on fire if they would find themselves attracted to her. The best part was perhaps that Shannon didn't even do it on purpose. It was just her smile.

She was about to say more when suddenly a shot was fired. Shannon immediately drew her gun and turned around, trying to find the person with the gun. It wasn't a hard task because the saloon wasn't jampacked with people yet. Sure, there were some more patrons than an hour ago, but most people still had to come in.

The man with the gun was not her quarry. Had he been her quarry this would've made things easier. She would just gun up the idiot and avenge the girl. But now that shots were being fired in the common room of the saloon, her quarry would hear those and he would probably flee. It was this thought that drove her angry. The gunman over there was completely ruining her mission!

"What's wrong with you!?" she shouted at the gunman. "What was that for!?"

The gunman didn't answer. He just fired another shot.

Shannon threw over the table and ducked behind it right on time. She glanced over her shoulder at the bartender and saw the shocked expression on his face.

"Well, go on!" she called to the bartender. "Get your sorry ass out of this place! This is a warzone now!"

The bartender fled the scene.

"What the hell," Shannon cursed. "Do you have any idea what this is about, Faith?" she asked while making sure that her gun was fully loaded.

 

[Padmé]

The Kashyyyk native for a split second was remorseful for intruding Shannon's mind. However, the charming smile O'Hara gave Faith quenched all the misgivings Faith felt for her action. She made a mental note not to repeat said offense!

Meanwhile, the gunman who'd rudely interrupted Faith's drink and conversation with Shannon kept firing.
"What the hell..."
Came the a familiar voice amdist the firing.

"Do you have any idea what this is about, Faith?"
Shannon inquired.

Faith simply shrugged. Her response of sort.
"No clue, but we'll find out here in a minute."

Thankfully the establishment did not have many patrons present. No need to shed innocent blood, the ex Jedi thought as she moved to action.

Gun now in hand, Faith aimed straight at the gunman. Simultaneously moving, she delivered a powerful Force push aimed again at the gunman. Seconds later, the gunman's body landed meters away from Faith on the concrete floor. His weapon followed suit, hitting hard on the floor and nearly shattering.

"You have five seconds to explain yourself"
The Kashyyyk native barked at the gunman while delivering a powerful Fore choke.
Her gun, however, remained firmly in her right hand.

 

[D.C.]

Shannon scooted toward the stairs, and she ascended them as quickly as she could. There were only two rooms upstairs and with her gun in hand she walked to the first one. She kicked in the door but the room was empty. She headed out of the room and went to the next door, which she kicked in as well. She immediately aimed her gun in front of her and headed on in, but this room was empty as well. The windows were open, however, and the curtains were wavering in the cool summer's breeze.

"Shit..." the beautiful Morellian muttered.

She dashed for the window and leaned out of it. She lowered her gaze and saw her quarry running across the street. He must've leapt out of the building, landed on the canopy above the veranda below, and then jumped onto the street. He ran toward the building right across from the saloon, maybe hoping that he would be able to escape like this. But Shannon had seen him.

The man wasn't out of this mess yet.

Shannon had no time to wonder about the idiot who just started to shoot at her and Faith. She had to leap out of the window and dash after her quarry if she wanted to catch him. And so she did. She couldn't let him get away!

She jumped onto the canopy and then onto the street and ran toward the building across from the saloon. By the looks of it, it was the general store. She ran on, driven by anger and the thirst for vengeance, with her gun ready and then rushed into the building. But there her quarry was, standing behind the counter with a big shot gun, awaiting her with a huge grin on his ugly mug. The store owner was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah! There ya are, beautiful!" he shouted. "Here! A taste of yer own medicine, wench!"

He pulled the trigger and if it hadn't been for Shannon's quick reflexes, she probably would've got shot. But she managed to dive to the floor just in time. Her hat fell off her head and was carried through the still open door into the street by the wind. It landed somewhere on Main Street. Shannon didn't care. All she could think of right then and there was how she would put a bullet in that man's brainpan, and not about any piece of clothing.

"This is for that girl!" Shannon screamed and she returned fire, pulling her trigger thrice.

The guy ducked behind the counter and this gave Shannon the opportunity to find cover herself. She quickly stepped outside onto the street again and pressed her back up against the outside wall of the general store. She reloaded her gun and let her eyes wander over the saloon. She wondered how Faith was doing in there and felt kind of bad for just leaving Faith in there just like that, but what Shan was doing right now was really important. It was the sole reason she had come to this godforsaken town, after all.

"Just surrender, you moron!" Shannon screamed into the store.

"Never!" her quarry screamed back.

This had become a stand-off. A shoot-out.

Shannon was pissed now.

 

[Padmé]

While O’Hara assailed the other man, Faith stayed on to tend to the gunman.
“What the hell was that about?”

The ex Jedi barked at the man while tying his arms to his back.
“Wrong person Ma’am.”

The now captive gunman responded- albeit despondent.
Faith could tell in his eyes he was indeed apologetic. However, the woman held on to the man. Something within her could sense a link between was transpiring before her and O’Hara’s ….Just then, a thought came to Faith. Quickly moving, she dragged the captive gunman out the bar, across the street straight into Shannon’s location at the store...

 

[D.C.]

Shannon saw Faith and the gunman leaving the saloon and approaching her. Shan had a look of concern on her face, because they were in open terrain. What if her quarry would open fire on them? But then she thought about the possibility that the gunman might be working together with her quarry, and she hoped that it was true if only so that her quarry wouldn't start shooting at Faith.

"The man I was a'trackin's in here!" Shannon called. "I gave him the chance to surrender; he told me to--"

"--to go #@%& yourself!" the man in the store screamed, having heard Shannon.

"SHUT UP!" Shannon screamed back, angered. "JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH, IDIOT! YOU AIN'T GO NO RIGHTS NO MORE! NOT AFTER WHAT YA DID TO THAT POOR GIRL!"

She looked to Faith.

"I want to kill that man inside the store." The gunslinger quaked with rage. "Are ya with me, Faith? I'll tell ya why--he raped an innocent girl and left her for dead. That's why. So, are ya with me?" Her blue eyes which normally reflected calm and peace now reflected hate. It was a sickening hate and it tore Shannon apart, and the only cure to this would be the death of the man she was after. She had to avenge the poor girl. She had to.

 

[Padmé]

The Devil is into details. That much Faith knew. She also knew that the Empire is actively seeking after any Jedi Remnants. Grant is Faith no longer considers herself a Jedi, the average Empire espionage wouldn't. In fact, Faith was certain her little telekinetic trick she'd shown Shannon was the cause of this unfortunate gunman. For that reason, the red haired former Jedi held on to the gunman. In fact, she didn't belief a word the man said. In the back of her mind, perhaps her indirect actions (or lack thereof) in withholding knowledge concerning her husband (Nathan Kariya) escape Alliance prince merely days before the Alliance fell had something to do with her current predicament.

For this reason, Faith hid her presence in the Force and securely tied up the gunman. Moments later she expected Shannon's return to the Saloon, however, when it appeared O'hare wasn't going to resurface anytime soon, Faith took matters in her own hand. Kicking the gunman, the former Jedi ordered the man to raise up and follow Faith. The man willingly obliged- which pleased Faith. The woman loathed using unnecessarily force.

Moments later, the pair exited the Saloon. Turning to scan the area, Faith could sense O'hare's presence. Rather close too. Carefully but quickly Faith moved closer to Shannon's location. Upon reaching close, it didn't take long to notice that things had indeed escalated. Whatever caused the commotion wasn't good. That much Faith knew.

Walking close, but yet maintaining a healthy distance between Shannon's man, Faith simply listened as O'hare aired her grievances towards the man. When Shannon finally gave Faith a fifty second synopsis of the man's deeds- among which included a despicable act (he raped an innocent girl and left her for dead), Faith willingly concurred.

"Kill that son of bitch..."
She verbalized. In that instant she felt a minute part of her dissipating. The Jedi way is not shedding life, however, this man was an exception to that rule. At least that's how Faith rationalized the pending deed.

Quickly turning to her gunman, Faith sighed a sigh of relief knowing that the two incidents were separate issues. She wasn't been pursued by two Empire Jedi hunters after all. The gunman gave Faith yet another pleading look. This time he even went as far as beg for his life. Unmoved, Faith momentarily moved her gaze of her gunman.

"Make it quick."
Faith added knowing that the pair will quickly cause an unwelcome scene if things linger longer.

 

[D.C.]

Kill that son of a bitch. Make it quick.

Shannon nodded. There was fire in her eyes. She reached out a hand toward the guy that Faith had just dragged across Main Street and grabbed the man's shoulder. She pushed him toward the entrance of the general store and then pushed him through the door, inside. Perhaps he'd get shot but Shannon, completely possessed by rage, didn't care about that. It wasn't exactly like her to do this; normally she did everything in her power to avoid killing. This, however, was a whole different matter.

This was the worst thing in the world.

The worst.

And both these men were to blame. Yes, the man who had shot at Faith, too, because he had shot at her for no real reason. Shannon was so fed up with all this violent bullshit and this whole world, and though she knew that fighting fire with fire wasn't really the smartest idea ever, right now it was the only idea that she could come up with.

The gunman stumbled into the general store and Shannon followed after him. The devil inside the store raised his shotgun and was about to fire when he saw that it wasn't Shannon who entered first but the other guy. He hesitated a moment and that was all the time Shannon needed.

She pushed the gunman aside and lifted her pistol, aimed at the shotgun and pulled the trigger. The shotgun was blasted out of the devil's hands and clattered somewhere on the floor, way out of reach of the devil.

"Better start running, prick," she said.

The devil turned and dashed for the back exit, and Shannon raised her gun again. But rage had blinded her and she had not seen the other gunman coming from the right. He jumped on her and together they fell to the floor. The devil reached the back exit, opened the door and ran outside.

Meanwhile, Shannon lay on the floor, struggling with that filthy bastard who had just tackled her. Her gun had fallen to the floor somewhere, but she didn't need it now. She screamed and summoned all her strength, pushed the guy off of her and then rolled on top of him. She sat on him now and clenched his throat tightly, squeezing the life out of him.

This was something she would regret later, but now it felt so right. So good.

She never thought about the very fact that this was a grave mistake.

 

[Padmé]

Even as the situation escalated, turning into magnified chaos, Faith could sense a very faint familiar presence. If she didn't know any better, she would think that presence was that of her current husband. Snapping out of the momentary mental trail, Faith turned her focus back on the chaos at hand. it was then that her gunman was now being thrown inside the general store. A hand full of other locals by this time were gathering to witness the debacle.

Seconds later, a very audible bang echoed followed by an escape of Shannon's devil out the back entrance. Naturally, Faith would persue the devil, but she had he hands tied. Her gunman was now tackling O'Hare! Furious as ever, Faith called upon the Force. While Shannon did manage to tackle the son of a banta on the ground, she was in grave danger.

Without hesitating, the former Jedi drew her gun and then shot the gunman in the leg. Twice. Both shots quickly disarmed the man causing him to plead for his life. Shannon (still clenching the gunman's throat tightly) quickly realized what Faith had done.

Faith moved closer to the gunman and then offered O'Hara a hand up. She waited until O'Hara was off to the side and then proceeded to deliver a powerful dose of Force Lightning at the gunman. Only fate would tell if the gunman survives Faith's wrath.

 

[D.C.]

He didn't survive.

And that was the switch.

Shannon's jaw dropped when the scorching, devouring lightning suddenly erupted from Faith's fingertips. He got fried, and Shannon looked away, closing her eyes, suddenly coming back to herself and realising where she was, who she was and what she was doing. She realised how real all this was. She realised what she had almost done and she realised the grim implications her act would have had. But it didn't matter now because instead of killing the gunman with her own bare hands, Faith had practically stepped in and taken over. She had killed the gunman with her magic and in doing so she'd pulled Shannon out of the red mist that had been clouding her mind and sense of judgement and put her in a dark place where she could cool down. Shannon didn't consider the fact that Faith had used the Force, however. She would do so later. When all this would be over.

"Oh my God . . ." Shannon whispered.

Had she really wanted to kill?

She bit her lip and leaned with her back against the wall behind her. She buried her face in her hands and shuddered.

All that I stand for . . . she thought to herself. I almost threw it all away. Everything that I fought for so hard for so long. All the promises I made. All the people I'd stood up for . . . why does it always come back at me? Injustice. Murder. And not just murder by my own hands but by others' as well. All I see is death.

She momentarily forgot about the devil-man who was probably fleeing the scene by now. She slid down the wall until she sat on the floor and kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see the dead man.

"I don't blame you . . ." she whispered hoarsely to Faith, but chances were that Faith wouldn't even be able to comprehend what she was saying.

So.

Behold.

Just behold.

A woman haunted by a deep sadness, an almost sempiternal sadness, that had crept into her mind and hadn't ever left. Killing couldn't ever be an option, it would mean that she'd betray herself. And it completely f#cked her up. It f#cked with her mind and soul, and she couldn't bare this burden any longer. The galaxy was falling apart and she tried so hard to fix it but she kept on finding proof that this was a galaxy beyond saving. She just wanted to do good deeds. She just wanted to be a good person. She just wanted to save the world instead of allowing it to burn, because that was what so many people out there did already--sitting on their fat asses and witnessing it all go to hell.

Shannon opened her eyes. Her luminous, angel-blue eyes.

She stood up. Slowly.

Then she took her gun in hand and turned toward the back door.

"I don't know what was wrong with me," she rasped. "But there's a man out there who commited a serious crime. I will stop him. But I can't kill him.

"It's forbidden.

"It's treason."

The gunslinger walked to the door and with gun in hand she exited the building to resume the devil hunt.

It was almost over now.

 

[Padmé]

She thought she'd felt a faint presence of her husband. However, as the seconds turned to minutes, Kariya never did show up, thus the red haired ex Jedi proceeded with the task at hand. Shannon, who was now safely out of the gunman's way, looked almost in shook and dejected. Faith immediately figured it was probably due to her unleashing Force Lightning on the gunman, and ultimately causing his death.

To Faith, she did only what needed to be done. The gunman, twice, had aimed a gun at her. She didn't take such actions lightly- especially knowing that the Sith Imperium were actively hunting Jedi.

"Sorry to cause that minor drift, Shannon."
Faith offered.
An apology of sorts, just in case the woman thought Faith had gone too far.

"He did aim his gun at me. Twice.
Also, not certain if you know, but the Sith Imperium are actively hunting for Jedi."
She paused, not wanting to air too much. She would have completed her thought, save there were now twice s many folks gathered around the pair- looking. Besides, Faith figured Shannon will be able to put two and two together and come to the same conclusion.

"I don't blame you . . ."
Shannon responded.
Faith was not exactly certain what the woman meant by that, but she nonetheless gave a nod, and then helped O'Hara up to her feet. She walked beside her as O'Hara led the way towards the back door. Silence ensued as Shannon made haste to catch up with the devil.

"I don't know what was wrong with me, but there's a man out there who committed a serious crime. I will stop him. But I can't kill him."

Faith nearly gasped when she heard Shannon's words.

"What do you mean you can't kill him?"
She queried.

"Does he have a bounty on his head or something?"
Faith added.

As though on cue, the ex Jedi spotted the devil. He was hiding behind a narrow fence, merely meters away from the pair. Quietly narrowing in on Shannon, Faith pointed and then whispered
"There's your man, behind that narrow fence over there. He thinks we can't see him.
He's all yours."

The Jedi was was not to kill, however, Faith no longer considers herself a Jedi thus she redyed herself for what was to come...

 

[D.C.]

"What do you mean you can't kill him? Does he have a bounty on his head or something?" Faith asked.

Shannon shook her head. She had already seen the devil the moment she had stepped outside, her ice-cold blue eyes saw clearly again.

"If we kill," the gunslinger told the ex-Jedi, "we're just as low as those assholes. Yeah . . . we lower ourselves to their level. Their inhuman level. Every life we take . . . every time we pull the trigger or bury our blades deep in somebody's heart . . . we loose a little bit of ourselves. Of our light. Our justice. Of what makes us good people.

"But . . ."

The devil had taken aim, ready to open fire--still thinking he was concealed perfectly behind that fence.

"In the case of him . . . the fact that I can't kill him doesn't mean that I can't hurt him. I will make him suffer. I swear."

The devil rose from behind the fence, and was about to shoot. But Shannon wasn't so inexperienced that she would allow that to happen. She had already grabbed one of her throwing knives from her belt, and then she threw it. The knife rotated so fast as it cut through thin air that it almost seemed to be a round, solid object--a metal circle, perhaps. Then the knife got buried in the devil's shoulder, causing him to drop the shotgun.

"Now we have him," she said, drawing another knife--she had three left.

"Come, Faith. Let's end this."

Shannon started to walk toward where the devil lay on the ground, on his back, clutching his bleeding shoulder. The knife still stuck in his flesh. The blood soaking his shirt and trickling down to the ground.

 

[Padmé]

Merely two hours ago Faith was on her way to a grand old time- absent of blood and pain. However that quickly changed. What started as an innocent friendly exchange quickly escalated into a full fledged bounty hunt if sorts.

Standing next to her new found friend, the former Jedi soaked in Shannon's wise council...
"If we kill him, we're just as low as those asshokes."

A part of Faith cringed at the thought of being compared to a rapist. In fact the red headed ex Jedi wanted to give a rebuttal (to point out the devil's flaws and current pending action), but the growing crowd and punitive onlookers discouraged Faith from following through.

"So you'd rather us stand here and watch the devil hurt one of us with the blade in his-"
Faith's words ceased.

Surprisingly Shannon had caught wind if the Devil ' spending attack, and was in the process of striking back. Before Faith could utter another word, her new friend had rendered the Devil immobile.

"Bloody hell. You won't kill but sure know how exert pain."
Came Faith's retort while watching the gushing blood eminating from the Devil's heart.

Following Shannon's lead Faith stood next to their culprit. She swiftly pulled two cigars and proceeded to light one. The other was handed to Shannon.

Now grinning Faith wittingly added-
"Karma is a bitch, right?
Now I'm going to enjoy my smoke while I watch you suffer."