With the sound of blasterfire and the whooshing all around her it was a shame that Kamelle could not hear the snapping and cracking of all the bones and bodies breaking against one another and against the walls. She might have been one to shed the cliché of cackling while painting her face red but there was something about broken bones that just clicked and popped.
“Agreed,” Kamelle agreed with the Jedi’s praise of their outstanding teamwork, whistling her breath into the foul air that rank with fallen flesh. She smiled at the boy who had just proven himself as something more than. “And you didn’t even scream this time.”
Once again the Jedi and Sith found themselves complementing one another. Jedi’s lightsaber searched for survivors with the pointy end, Sith simply angled her blade so that it sliced through necks while trailing behind her.
With Jedi on the comlink, it seemed prudent to let her take the lead alongside Hunter’s translation skills. At that, Screamer turned Kamelle’s way and said something about Hunter not being responsible for the alarm trip, and thus he hitherto was not a moron. The Sith just blinked at the boy. “...Okay?”
In the Grand Hall, the boy had read the Sith’s mind. She had come for the treasure. Was there any time to take it? Is there any kriffing treasure? She thought back to the voice recording. “Hutt treasure vault . . . I am stuck in . . . Can topple their grip on the galactic underworld . . . Finance a war . . . Help me escape . . . ”
Ten minutes was no longer ten minutes. It was not likely that they were going to stop that bombardment from down here. But maybe the treasure vault itself is also an exit? Hidden passage? Some might find that senseless. It actually made sense. If you needed to escape your own palace from within then you did so through the most secure room and took as much treasure with you on your way out. Especially if you’re a slimy fat slug.
“Whatever.” Kamelle shrugged after Screamer’s speech, glimpsing the decor of the Grand Hall as they moved, not really admiring it so much as imagining it all coming down in a crumble. “I plan on leaving this morgue alive. If that means leaving empty-handed then at least I’ll still have my hands.” A nod Jedi’s way. “Sanitized hands.”
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