Per my OP template, thread is death enabled
Those who could had fled from Coruscant. Those who couldn't had hid or dug in to fight. And then there were those few who had come to Coruscant to fight. Mostly Jedi who had come to save people and extract those that could be saved. And then there was Arla. She hadn't come to Coruscant to save lives but to kill these creatures that roamed. Not because she was a good person, but because it was a test of her skill, and despite everything that had happened and all her better thoughts on the matter, she was still trying to prove something. Whether it was to herself or to Raze or to the galaxy as a whole, she was out to prove that she was worthy of... her legacy.
It was a fact that was seated deep in her soul and she couldn't shake it. She knew it was foolish, and she knew that it was probably going to get her killed someday if she wasn't careful, but she had to continue to test herself against the most dangerous prey the galaxy had to offer.
Perhaps it was addiction.
None of that mattered now, though. What mattered was that she had taken to the streets to hunt the beings that now lurked among them. The artificial night cycle of the planet seemed to strengthen them in some way, but Arla was unperturbed by hunting amidst the darkness. That was when they were out, so that was when she had come forth.
Garbed in her full hunting regalia, she stalked quietly above the heads of a small pack of the... beings. They weren't her real target - those were the ringleaders she had heard Raze unleashed in all of their power - but these would do for warm up and practice.
The creatures below her looked like they had once been humans, but were now something quite different, their bodies twisted with bone-like projections sticking out all along their hunched backs. It was a fate worse than death, Arla knew.
Deciding she needed more practice with her saber, she eased its unique hilt from her belt and held it in her right hand, preparing to drop on the back of the group as soon as they rounded the corner ahead, looking to vanish again after a few strikes before they could swarm her. A simple strategy, but a sound one when facing a larger enemy force.
It was a fact that was seated deep in her soul and she couldn't shake it. She knew it was foolish, and she knew that it was probably going to get her killed someday if she wasn't careful, but she had to continue to test herself against the most dangerous prey the galaxy had to offer.
Perhaps it was addiction.
None of that mattered now, though. What mattered was that she had taken to the streets to hunt the beings that now lurked among them. The artificial night cycle of the planet seemed to strengthen them in some way, but Arla was unperturbed by hunting amidst the darkness. That was when they were out, so that was when she had come forth.
Garbed in her full hunting regalia, she stalked quietly above the heads of a small pack of the... beings. They weren't her real target - those were the ringleaders she had heard Raze unleashed in all of their power - but these would do for warm up and practice.
The creatures below her looked like they had once been humans, but were now something quite different, their bodies twisted with bone-like projections sticking out all along their hunched backs. It was a fate worse than death, Arla knew.
Deciding she needed more practice with her saber, she eased its unique hilt from her belt and held it in her right hand, preparing to drop on the back of the group as soon as they rounded the corner ahead, looking to vanish again after a few strikes before they could swarm her. A simple strategy, but a sound one when facing a larger enemy force.