The Worst Week

[Kit]

She skidded around a corner and a torrent of ruby red blaster fire hammered into the wall behind her, gouging out great chunks of the wall, and filling the air with the smell of burnt ozone and extreme heat. Even as she began to run again, she could feel the extreme heat behind her, and though she should be afraid, she couldn't help but grin.

She picked up her pace, the next corner only a few strides away and the only thing that would keep her from meeting the same fate as the wall had moments ago. She heard a man yell behind her, clearly having rounded the corner she had turned seconds before. Then she heard blaster fire again. Not time to try and dodge, her only option was to try and reach the next corner as soon as-

Her thought was rudely interrupted, as a blaster bolt clipped her thigh. She yelled, equal parts pain and surprise, as the incandescent bolt ate through her trousers and flesh with equal ease. Though only a flesh wound, her leg immediately gave out, and she fell to the floor. She could feel the onset of shock creeping up on her, and time seemed to slow, to the extent where she could watch the bolts sail over her; bolts that would have torn her to pieces.

She couldn't hear a thing, another tell-tale sign of shock, and it took her a moment to snap out of the daze that had begun to creep up on her. She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding three bolts aimed at her prone form, which tore into the patch of floor she had only just left. She frantically jabbed at the wrist, trying desperately to activate the computer that was part of the simple leather bracer she wore there.

It refused, and she bit back a string of curses, in favour of heaving herself to her feet, and stumbling around the corner, even as blaster fire tore through the air all around her. She was really starting to get annoyed. She began to reach into her coat pocket, before she remembered that it had been taken from her, along with all of the contents, a few hours before.

She swore again, just as her bracer chirped at her. She blew a lock of red hair off of her face, and looked down at her wrist.

Her eyes widened in panic, as she read the message the the virtual screen had popped into existence to show. She began to look around, for any kind of exit, but once again, she found herself rudely interrupted.

A series of massive explosions tore through the building, annihilating entire floors at a time.

Eden only had time to scream before the world went black.

 

[Kit]

One Day Earlier.

Eden had come to Corellia a little over a week before, and had spent most of that time doing reconnaissance. She had been looking into an individual; a CEO of a mid-level arms company, who had been selling designs and weapons to both sides of the war , and had profited immensely. She had shares in the company, part of her vast inheritance, and the sudden surge in value had gotten her attention.

She'd done her research, applying for a job under a whole new identity, and had gotten access to the company. Once in, she'd had a very easy time accessing the mainframe and downloading every last scrap of information from it. It was very useful being a genius, sometimes.

Eden had spent days trawling through the information, looking for anything that might reveal just how this relatively insignificant arms manufacturer had suddenly quadrupled its profits overnight. Eventually she had found what she had been looking for. That's when she had started following the man at the top.

She had worked out that he was the one responsible. Lambren Geore, who had only been CEO for the last eight months. She had briefly wondered whether he was working for the Sith, before deciding it didn't matter. His motives were irrelevant, only his actions mattered.

Within a few days, Eden had decided that it was best to attack him and his company at the same time. She would go back in, and bring the whole thing toppling down. Literally. She would infiltrate, plant explosives on several floors, and exfiltrate, before blowing the lot, and killing the CEO, the board and wiping out the entire R&D and IT resources of the company.

It would never recover.

 

[Kit]

Six Hours Earlier

She looked incredibly unimpressed.

"A timer?"

Though he towered over her, the man Eden was talking to almost looked intimidated. He was easily double her size, and had nearly a foot and a half on her, but when he spoke, it was the kind of tone a man takes when he is afraid and doesn't know quite why.

"Yeah... Look, you wanted them to be big, right? You can't have that kind of power in that size without sacrificing sophistication, ok?"

She sighed, and lifted one of the discs. Barely an inch across, and not even a centimetre thick, she could carry dozens without any difficulty. But, as always, there had been a catch.

"One timer, though?"

He nodded quickly, relieved that there seemed to be a right answer in this very confusing situation.

"Yeah! They're all synced up once they're deployed, you could rig them up to a datapad or even just a button, but it would have to be short range... Which is why there's a timer."

She grimaced, and lifted the satchel filled with nearly thirty of the discs.

"I suppose that's good enough. Thanks Carl."

 

[Kit]

Two Hours Earlier

He hit her again, hard. She had lost count of just how many times, but he was clearly enjoying himself with it. Her perfect plan hadn't been so perfect. Apparently her tracks hadn't been covered half as well as she had thought when she had first entered the company.

They had thought her a corporate spy, which was a small blessing, as they had kept her alive to interrogate her, and force her to reveal her employer. She had walked into the building, and whilst she had managed to plant her disc-bombs on two key floors, she had been picked up by internal security mid way through her third, and dragged off to a windowless room.

She had known what was coming almost instantly. Her things were taken from her; her satchel, coat and even the knife she kept in her boot. They had left her with her bracer, unaware of its sophisticated computer and mistaking it for simple jewellery.

At first, they had played nice enough, asking questions, even trying out the old 'good cop, bad cop' routine. When she hadn't talked, they had gotten nasty. One had beaten her, off and on for about an hour. She had taken the beatings without a word. Afraid that if she tried to sell out a fake employer, they would simply execute her and be done.
She finally got her chance to escape when both of the men that had caught her came in to administer another beating. Eden had slipped the cuffs they had placed her in, and managed to put both of the big meatheads down before they even realised she was free.

She wasted no time in breaking out of the small room, and managed to find only her satchel. Her coat, and the variety of tools, weapons and other pieces of next-gen tech stashed in the pockets and material was long gone.

But, the job was more important. She had managed to plant almost all of her bombs, with only a half dozen still in her satchel when the armed guards that had scoured the building looking for her finally caught up to her.

She had just enough time to arm the bombs from her bracer, before they opened fire, and she had started running.

 

[Kit]

The sudden and massive pressure wave from the explosions had rendered both Eden and her pursuers unconscious, though many elsewhere had been slain immediately by the blast.

Despite her small stroke of luck the building was beginning to collapse all around her, even as fire took hold in scattered pockets. There was almost no chance that anyone would survive when the building finally gave in to the violence that had been wrought on it, and collapsed to nothing.

However, Eden el' Oorhn was both very intelligent and incredibly paranoid. The bracer on her wrist monitored her vital signs at all times, and the instant she lost consciousness, it had began to broadcast an SOS, on emergency channels as well as hijacking private ones.

Every nearby datapad, computer and terminal would receive a notification, that would override and interrupt all other process and programs, informing the user of her location and that immediate assistance was required.

Her life would depend entirely on whether or not someone could come in time to save her.