Ever since that one, torturous text, she hadn't been able to sleep for longer than a handful of hours. She needed to follow up on the lead. The chance of being able to hunt down the last Cadre-Master, the one who'd started it all, was too much to put off or ignore.
She didn't want the others to know. She couldn't give up her chance of being the one who landed the killing blow. It was petty and potentially reckless and she didn't care one bit.
The air around her was chilled, colder than usual. Beneath that cold however was a inferno of fire, screaming and writhing. Though as fiery as she felt, she did not believe she'd be facing the last Cadre-Master tonight. She had to follow up on the lead first, to see if it was even legitimate.
The content of the text pointed to Serenno, and she stepped on the planet in a dress suitable for a noble lady. In the colors of the house that provided her fake identity as a noble here. A black, perhaps closer to dark gray, dress that clung tightly to her figure. At least, what was being held together by the darkness. Within her bun hair she'd tucked a black rose. The small bobble was the first and only gift she'd received. It was the only thing on her, besides her lightsabers, that she'd kill over.
She stepped outside of the spaceport, her cultists moved to her sides. They were posing as regular body guards to help sell the illusion. She waited until her car arrived then, as soon as the door was opened for her, she slipped into the back.
@Sreeya