Little bird. The word struck her like a punch to the gut. That nickname was reserved solely for her mother, for Kanan, and not from the lips of a masked stranger. How could he have possibly known it? Coincidence, perhaps, but Song knew that wasn’t the case, not with a Sith. She’d heard stories about their tampering of the mind, how easily they broke the weaker willed and turned them into puppets on strings. He must have seen a glimpse in her head. A name, a memory.
Flashes of an old life.
She shut it down instantly. High walls raised around her mind, just as her family had taught her, fearing that one day she might cross paths with a Jedi or Sith. Those fears had been right, and she’d been lucky to learn. Otherwise, who knew what else this stranger could have gleaned from her head? Secrets, locations, or names—just the very idea disturbed her, and she knew she couldn’t spare an ounce of her focus on anything other than this monster standing before her.
“I could say the same for you, Sith, and your lightsaber. At least my blade has a history and a name and a future. Yours only reeks of death and the blood of innocent people. Honor lives in my weapon. Not fear or hate.” She raised her chin, feeling proud for coming up with such an heartfelt declaration on the spot. It was the truth. But the time for talk was over, and at the sound of Val making yet another mess, Song leapt forward, an arrow loosed from a taut string.
She extended her arm first, delivering a wicked jab toward the Sith’s chest, right for his exposed heart. But she knew it wouldn’t land. He’d likely see it coming even with Val’s distraction, and she readied for a retaliatory strike, for anything, so as to stay alive long enough for the Kryze to get their shp running. Song didn’t doubt her skill against the Sith. She could probably kill him if she wanted to, but if reinforcements were coming, time was of the essence.
@Mockingjay
Flashes of an old life.
She shut it down instantly. High walls raised around her mind, just as her family had taught her, fearing that one day she might cross paths with a Jedi or Sith. Those fears had been right, and she’d been lucky to learn. Otherwise, who knew what else this stranger could have gleaned from her head? Secrets, locations, or names—just the very idea disturbed her, and she knew she couldn’t spare an ounce of her focus on anything other than this monster standing before her.
“I could say the same for you, Sith, and your lightsaber. At least my blade has a history and a name and a future. Yours only reeks of death and the blood of innocent people. Honor lives in my weapon. Not fear or hate.” She raised her chin, feeling proud for coming up with such an heartfelt declaration on the spot. It was the truth. But the time for talk was over, and at the sound of Val making yet another mess, Song leapt forward, an arrow loosed from a taut string.
She extended her arm first, delivering a wicked jab toward the Sith’s chest, right for his exposed heart. But she knew it wouldn’t land. He’d likely see it coming even with Val’s distraction, and she readied for a retaliatory strike, for anything, so as to stay alive long enough for the Kryze to get their shp running. Song didn’t doubt her skill against the Sith. She could probably kill him if she wanted to, but if reinforcements were coming, time was of the essence.
@Mockingjay