It all happened in an instant, one very long instant. Kandria’s eyes barely registered the sudden platform of ice which appeared beneath the woman’s feet before it shot forward, colliding with the station. The force of it caused Kandria to stumble a bit and steady herself before she refocused on the screen.
The medical bay was suddenly bathed in a harsh red light as the emergency lighting came on, E’s robotic voice speaking through the alarm system, “Warning, hull breach detected. Bridge atmosphere compromised, commencing lockdown.”
Kandria managed only a glimpse of the woman before she turned into a blur, streaming along the path and out of view of the camera. The AI thankfully acted before she needed to ask, switching to a camera situated inside the Bridge. The image took a moment to clear up, the shock of the station being struck likely messing with some of the wiring. When it did however it painted a grim picture.
The glass which had once provided a view of the outside was gone, instead replaced by the solid steel of the emergency shutters. Ice covered a over half of the room, however it was mostly just a thin overcoat with a few pieces of unfortunate computer equipment completely unrecognisable. The blue haired woman stood a few feet in front of the shutters, her expression impossible to make out through still shaky camera imagery.
The woman’s head shifted from side to side as she seemed to take in the room around her, the long flowing hair which flowed gracefully around her seeming ethereal in of itself. What she was looking for though was clearly not there as she began a prompt walk through the rows of computers, making a beeline for the elevator.
She stopped just in front of it, her gaze turning downward, prompting Kandria to also look. The woman’s foot had just brushed against a lightsaber. Kandria’s lightsaber. The former Jedi blinked slowly as the woman picked it up curiously. Kandria slowly patted at her waist half expecting what she was seeing to be just a hallucination from a concussion she got from being thrown around like a ragdoll. Sure, enough however, the familiar weight of her lightsaber was gone.
Before Kandria could even reprimand herself however the woman was already on the move, putting the lightsaber into her pocket before casually pressing the button on the elevator as though she hadn’t just walked through space and caused destruction on the room behind her.
Kandria spotted the familiar flash of red on the panel, blinked, and the doors to the elevator were gone. Not opened, simply gone. It took a moment for Kandria to realise that they had been thrown to the other side of the room. Without a care in the world the woman simply stepped into the elevator and out of sight of the camera.
“Holy shit… please tell me there is some sort of security system in place.” She muttered, half to herself and half to the AI she knew was listening in.
“Assessing… 78% of security systems non-functional. 0% predicted subdue rate for all applicable security measures. 2% predicted delay rate for all applicable station measures. You have a 0.0004% predicted success rate against her.”
The station shook once again, less violently than before but still noticeable, “Warning, intruder has cut their way through the floor of the elevator and is now on the Hydroponics level.”
Kandria blanched, and her eyes shot to the door, the one which would most certainly not be saving them. Her gaze moved around the room, looking for any weapon she could get her hands on that would have even a chance. It eventually fell on Vancil’s still unconscious body.
Licking her lips nervously she gently walked over and reached into his cloak. She needed a lightsaber, and he was the only one who had one. Unfamiliar with the inner layout of his cloak she fumbled around inside it, a slight blush of embarrassment at her awkwardness rising. Eventually she found something and pulled it out.
In her hands was a neatly pressed blue flower, dried blood still splattering half of its petals. Her jaw dropped and she found herself completely at a loss for words at the object in her hand. She had given this to Vancil back on Kavir… and he still had it. She had half expected it to be lost or thrown out either due to Vancil’s personality or the sheer amount of action they had seen recently. Instead however, it was safely tucked away within his cloak, almost completely undamaged bar a few creases.
Kandria shook her head to break her sudden stupor as she gently tucked the flower back into the cloak. There were more important things to focus on than her own unfamiliar feelings. After a few more moments of searching her hands eventually found her objective. Drawing out the familiar yet unfamiliar lightsaber she eyed it wearily, the dark side pouring off of it unsettling her slightly as concentrated amounts of it always did. She had gotten used to the dark side slightly more thanks to her continuous proximity to Vancil, yet that did little to defeat the many years of Jedi training in her.
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“Congratulations, your predicted success has risen to 0.0007%.”
Kandria’s ignored the AI as her head whipped around as the faint, rhythmic sound of metal tapping on metal could be heard through the door. If Kandria had to hazard a guess the woman was using her spear as a walking staff. The air became noticeably colder to an unnatural extent that shouldn’t have been possible with the temperature regulators in the room.
Gulping Kandria stalked over to the door, leaning with her back against the wall as she ignited Vancil’s lightsaber, the deep red glow emitted from it almost blending in with the red emergency lighting which still swirled throughout the room. The woman’s approach grew louder and louder as she came closer and closer. Finally, the sound stopped just outside the door to the Medical Bay.
Kandria tentatively reached out with the force, yet sensed nothing beyond the steel walls. She knew otherwise however. Licking her lips Kandria raised the lightsaber, prepared to strike the moment the intruder stepped through the door.
What Kandria didn’t expect however, was for a metal spear to suddenly spike through the door as though it were butter, causing her to take a step back in shock. It remained still for a moment before it moved to upwards, acting like a crowbar and lifting the door despite the screeching objections of the metal around it.
Once it was high enough a pale hand wrapped around the bottom of the door, lifting it the rest of the way as the spear was pulled back. Eyes widening, Kandria couldn’t stop the fear which flooded her body at the display. Acting for the first time in her life completely out of fear, Kandria took a step forward, swinging the red lightsaber towards the intruder.
Stepping out she got her first good look at the woman. She appeared to be a human with strange blue hair, her skin pale enough that one would think her unhealthy at a glance. Her clothing was strange too, the deep navy-blue windbreaker jacket and black pants seeming far too casual and out of place for a woman who seemed to possess immense power. Then there was the spear in the woman’s left hand, which seemed to be one solid and continuous piece of metal, one which seemed to drink in the heat around it. The one which currently held her lightsaber in place.
Kandria had a split second to regret her actions before the woman retaliated, her free hand raising and back handing Kandria in the stomach. The sheer amount of power behind the casual blow sent Kandria off her feet and into a piece of medical equipment which, while she wasn’t sure of the exact purpose, knew that it was made of very hard metal.
The air in Kandria’s lungs barely had time to be thrown out before the woman was suddenly in front of her, the blunt end of her spear shooting towards Kandria’s exposed face. Gritting her teeth Kandria pushed her body to the limit, leaping to the side and barely avoiding the blow. Scrabbling to get to her feet Kandria barely noticed the woman’s raised eyebrow before she was in front of Kandria again.
This time the spear did connect, sending her once again flying across the room and back the way she had come from. Panic once again filled her, much to her chagrin. She had been through near death experiences before. This was different though. In those experiences she had at least been able to do something. Not here though. She was completely powerless against whoever, whatever this woman was.
Kandria’s vision swam as she struggled to her feet, struggling to focus on the woman’s form which leisurely approached. Heaving in desperation to get air into her lungs Kandria raised the lightsaber half heartedly in front of her, a slight bit of maddened humour breaking through at the realisation that the lightsaber hadn’t turned out to be that useful anyways.
As she was approaching however, the woman stopped, her gaze turning to the unconscious Vancil who continued to lie on the medical bed like a sack of potatoes. She took a step towards him.
Kandria’s vision suddenly cleared as adrenaline flooded through her, accompanied by a deep fury which completely evaporated any fear left inside her. The power which she had used against the Mandalorians returned to her as she dashed forward with speed which surprised even Kandria. She didn’t hesitate nonetheless, raising Vancil’s lightsaber and slashing down faster than she had ever struck. She saw it for a moment, a look of surprise in those blue eyes.
It was only a moment however as the woman’s gaze hardened. Instead of blocking like she had done before the intruder stepped forward into Kandria’s swing, dropping her spear as she did so. Now with two hands one seized Kandria’s wrists, halting them completely while the other grabbed her by the throat. The woman took another step forward, sweeping out Kandria’s legs and slamming her down onto the ground.
Kandria stared helplessly as the woman’s emotionless face stared her down, whatever was going on behind those brilliant blue eyes a complete mystery. This was it. Kandria had given it her all, but now she was sure to be killed. At least Vancil would approve. Not wanting to go out meekly Kandria stared down the woman defiantly, barely staying conscious from the very limited oxygen available to her.
The stare down continued for a few more agonising seconds before the pressure around her throat lessened, an unknowable smile crossing the woman’s face, the words coming out of her mouth sounding like they were from a thousand different agonising voices,“Y?????????????????????o??????????????????u?????????????? ?????????????????????g??????????????????o?????????????????t??????????????? ???????????????????????????m???????????????o??????????????????????????x??????????????????y???????????????????????? ????????????????k?????????????????i??????????????????d????????????,????????????? ??????????????????I????????????????????'?????????l??????????????????l???????????????? ?????????????????g?????????????????????i???????????v?????????????????????????e????????????????????????? ???????y??????o??????????????u??????????????? ???????????????t????????????????????????h???????????a??????t???????????? ??????????????????????????????m????????????????u?????????c????????????????????h????????????????????????”
Who is da mysterious woman
