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It had been four years since the battle of Coruscant. It was an event that sent shockwaves throughout the galaxy. Though Briza was not a Force user, it was enough to fill her with a sense of dread. She had dropped to her knees, screaming out in agony at the feeling that her very soul had been torn from her. Whatever the Sith demon queen had done, it was unnatural and alien. In truth, the event had terrified her. Briza prided herself in being fearless, but she was terrified of this Empress and what she was capable of.
The memory was all too fresh, with every bit of media covering nothing but footage of what was happening to Coruscant, along with faint glimpses of the vessel the Sith were on. Pure horror spanned all across the galaxy, and it was very clear the Sith had staked their claim over it. On top of that, the battles among the clans only heightened tensions. She played little part in it, mostly because she had already lost too many friends during the Coruscant battle.
When news of Corden's death had arrived, it had made her sick to her stomach. Since the death of her husband so many years ago, he had been the only man she had allowed herself to open up to. It was after his death that she came to know about his son, and the hints about the mother's identity were concerning. She put distance between herself and the Mandalorians, accepting solitude for the time being. Having had extensive experience as a mercenary, she had taken a job to transport some cargo in return for payment. The price was high as she was risking quite a bit by visiting Corellia, which was amidst an uprising. She had kept her Mando crafted armor, along with her weapons.
Corellia was a battle ground, with distant bombs and the sounds of guns firing everywhere. She was unfazed by this, having been in the center of many fights. Briza avoided any particularly dangerous areas, checking her datapad to confirm the warehouse she needed to go to for the exchange. Why they couldn't choose a safer planet was beyond her.
Briza slowly pushed open the door to the abandoned building, her HUD not picking up any lifeforms around her. She walked in and had to utilize her helmet to see, as the building was pitch black. The fact that no one was here to meet her made her a bit uneasy. She was patient, however, and she found an obscure corner to wait in.
Minutes ticked by, though the distant sounds of war never let off. She began to fiddle with the cargo, wondering exactly what she was transporting. Briza never asked about the contents of what she delivered, as a don't ask don't tell policy worked best for traders. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.
When it happened, nothing could have prepared her for it.
The entire building shook from the very foundations. Before Briza knew it, she was hurtled across the room and hit her head hard, dizzying her. An explosion tore through the building, fire erupting everywhere. A sharp piece of debris shot through the air and dug deeply into her thigh, piercing her armor. Briza's cries were futile, the entire building crumbling.
The ceiling fell in chunks, and all she could do was hug her body tightly to herself, lowering her head as debris fell atop her, and around her. When the collapse finally ended, she was surprised to find herself alive. Unfortunately, she was completely trapped, with limited oxygen supply. For the first time since she had arrived on the planet, there was utter silence around her.
“Kriff....”
The memory was all too fresh, with every bit of media covering nothing but footage of what was happening to Coruscant, along with faint glimpses of the vessel the Sith were on. Pure horror spanned all across the galaxy, and it was very clear the Sith had staked their claim over it. On top of that, the battles among the clans only heightened tensions. She played little part in it, mostly because she had already lost too many friends during the Coruscant battle.
When news of Corden's death had arrived, it had made her sick to her stomach. Since the death of her husband so many years ago, he had been the only man she had allowed herself to open up to. It was after his death that she came to know about his son, and the hints about the mother's identity were concerning. She put distance between herself and the Mandalorians, accepting solitude for the time being. Having had extensive experience as a mercenary, she had taken a job to transport some cargo in return for payment. The price was high as she was risking quite a bit by visiting Corellia, which was amidst an uprising. She had kept her Mando crafted armor, along with her weapons.
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Corellia was a battle ground, with distant bombs and the sounds of guns firing everywhere. She was unfazed by this, having been in the center of many fights. Briza avoided any particularly dangerous areas, checking her datapad to confirm the warehouse she needed to go to for the exchange. Why they couldn't choose a safer planet was beyond her.
Briza slowly pushed open the door to the abandoned building, her HUD not picking up any lifeforms around her. She walked in and had to utilize her helmet to see, as the building was pitch black. The fact that no one was here to meet her made her a bit uneasy. She was patient, however, and she found an obscure corner to wait in.
Minutes ticked by, though the distant sounds of war never let off. She began to fiddle with the cargo, wondering exactly what she was transporting. Briza never asked about the contents of what she delivered, as a don't ask don't tell policy worked best for traders. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.
When it happened, nothing could have prepared her for it.
The entire building shook from the very foundations. Before Briza knew it, she was hurtled across the room and hit her head hard, dizzying her. An explosion tore through the building, fire erupting everywhere. A sharp piece of debris shot through the air and dug deeply into her thigh, piercing her armor. Briza's cries were futile, the entire building crumbling.
The ceiling fell in chunks, and all she could do was hug her body tightly to herself, lowering her head as debris fell atop her, and around her. When the collapse finally ended, she was surprised to find herself alive. Unfortunately, she was completely trapped, with limited oxygen supply. For the first time since she had arrived on the planet, there was utter silence around her.
“Kriff....”