Just before Vahliri slipped into the closet herself, the door slid open with a hiss. Of course it did. ‘Cause why would anything on this Force-forsaken planet go the way she had anticipated it would? She immediately whipped around to face the light that poured in - right hand instinctively hovering over the concealed hilt of her lightsaber. Her gaze immediately fixed onto the three men at the door, all of them stepping inside - even if it was only the one, who started badgering with questions. She could come up with a good excuse for this, right? Even if put on the spot, Vahliri could find a way to make her presence make sense.
Before the half-Annfyn could begin, the closet door - not completely closed from before - opened with a loud creak. The man of the hour - Thorton himself - tumbled out, dead eyes facing his comrades, as his body slumped hard onto the ground. The gasps and horror of the soldiers was soon followed by a foul stench that emanate from the dead soldier - providing some truth to a regular saying amongst soldiers.
Vahliri didn’t even need to look back, though that didn’t stop her right eye from twitching.
Without a hint of warning, the half-Annfyn stepped forward - pulling both of the lightsaber hilts from her belt. In a flash of crimson, Vahliri arched her first blade horizontal across the mouthy soldiers neck - separating his head from his shoulders. Her second blade briefly thereafter found purchase in the chest of the man closest to her, only allowing him to elicit a brief grunt and groan of molten agony.
The third and final soldier made no attempt to engage Vahliri alone. Instead, he promptly turned on a heel and started down the hallway. “HEL–!” He cried out, his voice loud enough to just cause the half-Annfyn to wince. It was hard to tell if anyone would hear him, but the half-Annfyn had to operate under the assumption they would. The Force coiled around his throat, silencing the rest of his pleas. A sickening crunch followed as her grip tightened, snapping the man’s neck to finish him off.
“Fucking bullshit..” She grumbled to herself. The grip around the third soldier didn’t release quite yet, using it to physically yank his body backwards and into the room. With all four men piled on the ground, Vahliri quickly closed the door behind her - locking it from the inside. Picking a direction at random, Vahliri quickly began to make her way down one of the hallways - attempting to move beyond anyone who came to investigate the brief noise. "Where the fuck is Varyn.."
While Varyn might’ve been internally screeching, the Champion would be pleased to find his plan of jumping into the large garbage can.. Actually worked. Half-a-dozen pairs of boots marched right past his little hiding spot, speaking amongst themselves in their native language. A few moments passed, and silence once more filled the area - giving Varyn all the indication that the coast was, in fact, clear.
Just before the Champion would begin to open the lid, however, a bit of shuffling broke the silence. “Shit.. That was close.” A voice muttered somewhere close to the trash can and in the alleyway - revealing that Varyn wasn’t alone after all. From the footsteps, it would only give the indication of two individuals in the alley.
“Thought they might’ve been coming after us,” Another individual replied with a sigh of relief, a bit of anxiety still evident in their voice, after having believed themselves almost caught by the authorities. “Think the coast is clear. Just us,”
“About time,” The voice replied, followed by a bit of hushed laughter and whispers. Rather than leaving the alley, Varyn would be able to hear something bump against the trash, followed by the occasional grasp or heavy breath. It wouldn’t take Varyn very long to figure out what was happening outside the trash can, leaving him the option of trying to cause a distraction, or simply.. Wait it out.
Before the half-Annfyn could begin, the closet door - not completely closed from before - opened with a loud creak. The man of the hour - Thorton himself - tumbled out, dead eyes facing his comrades, as his body slumped hard onto the ground. The gasps and horror of the soldiers was soon followed by a foul stench that emanate from the dead soldier - providing some truth to a regular saying amongst soldiers.
Vahliri didn’t even need to look back, though that didn’t stop her right eye from twitching.
Without a hint of warning, the half-Annfyn stepped forward - pulling both of the lightsaber hilts from her belt. In a flash of crimson, Vahliri arched her first blade horizontal across the mouthy soldiers neck - separating his head from his shoulders. Her second blade briefly thereafter found purchase in the chest of the man closest to her, only allowing him to elicit a brief grunt and groan of molten agony.
The third and final soldier made no attempt to engage Vahliri alone. Instead, he promptly turned on a heel and started down the hallway. “HEL–!” He cried out, his voice loud enough to just cause the half-Annfyn to wince. It was hard to tell if anyone would hear him, but the half-Annfyn had to operate under the assumption they would. The Force coiled around his throat, silencing the rest of his pleas. A sickening crunch followed as her grip tightened, snapping the man’s neck to finish him off.
“Fucking bullshit..” She grumbled to herself. The grip around the third soldier didn’t release quite yet, using it to physically yank his body backwards and into the room. With all four men piled on the ground, Vahliri quickly closed the door behind her - locking it from the inside. Picking a direction at random, Vahliri quickly began to make her way down one of the hallways - attempting to move beyond anyone who came to investigate the brief noise. "Where the fuck is Varyn.."
While Varyn might’ve been internally screeching, the Champion would be pleased to find his plan of jumping into the large garbage can.. Actually worked. Half-a-dozen pairs of boots marched right past his little hiding spot, speaking amongst themselves in their native language. A few moments passed, and silence once more filled the area - giving Varyn all the indication that the coast was, in fact, clear.
Just before the Champion would begin to open the lid, however, a bit of shuffling broke the silence. “Shit.. That was close.” A voice muttered somewhere close to the trash can and in the alleyway - revealing that Varyn wasn’t alone after all. From the footsteps, it would only give the indication of two individuals in the alley.
“Thought they might’ve been coming after us,” Another individual replied with a sigh of relief, a bit of anxiety still evident in their voice, after having believed themselves almost caught by the authorities. “Think the coast is clear. Just us,”
“About time,” The voice replied, followed by a bit of hushed laughter and whispers. Rather than leaving the alley, Varyn would be able to hear something bump against the trash, followed by the occasional grasp or heavy breath. It wouldn’t take Varyn very long to figure out what was happening outside the trash can, leaving him the option of trying to cause a distraction, or simply.. Wait it out.
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