Those daredevils, those wayward souls who saw space and saw stars... Where others saw empty space, they saw the stars glittering. Funny, then, given that Cas saw much the same as she dared to open her eyes from the floor of a spaceport. “Here for the bounty,” she had boldly declared. “You three run along now—my beef is with your boss.”
They were tough. Or were they? Surely, to best her beskar'gam. She tried to picture their faces. Human? Bothan? Twi’lek? Yes. Zabrak? Droid? Gamorrean? Maybe. She was too dazed and confused to recall with accuracy. Cas just lay there on her back in the spaceport of Coruscant, blinking into reality just enough to make out the presently empty corridor. Hers had been a fresh fall, as far as she could recall. Had she blacked out? She doubted it—not for too long, at least. The local authorities would have dragged her away by now, so that was promising; promising, because, her attackers must also not be too far away.
For now, it was all she could do to lay there in her suit of red and gold beskar. She raised her head—it hurt. A helmet was upon it—it didn’t help. Return… Her thoughts drifted. Return, you bastards… Come back… Or I’ll find you… Either way, you’ll suffer the same... And worse...
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