“We’re almost there,” she said to Kanan through the husky voice of her modulator, evening sunlight reflecting off the beskar of her armor.
She stepped over the root of a willow tree, through thick juniper bushes, and across the stones of a gurgling stream. Nothing would stop her on the way to Vasily’s estate. Nobody could stop her from tracking down the source of all her grief and pain.
For years she’d been chasing breadcrumbs, floating from one system to the next in search of her brother’s killer, but the information she pulled from Taris had finally shown results. It had put her on the path to the forest covered hills of Serenno, to the lavish mansion ahead and the nobleman tucked safely in its halls.
Vasily Demidov was one of the planet’s prominent counts, and the leader of a crime family stretching across the Outer Rim. Supposedly, or at least according to the casino boss she’d ruthlessly interrogated, Vasily had information on the name and whereabouts of River’s murderer. It was only through him that she would find revenge.
“There,” she whispered, and pointed toward the drowsy lights of the mansion, to its manicured gardens and old, traditional architecture. “Keep an eye out for guards.” She cast a glance over to Kanan. “Although I’m sure you already knew that.”
Song had been hesitant to bring the Ranger along. It’d been pure luck when they ran into each other on Taris and fought their way through the casino, where she first discovered the information on Vasily. Without his help, she probably wouldn’t be there today. But what would he think, what would he say, once he saw the other side of her? The side thirsty for blood and revenge? The Mandalorian, cold and unforgiving?
She shrugged off the thought. Now was not the time to second guess. Clutching a blaster and staring out to the wide mansion, she murmured, “Let's move.”
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