13th Sister had cut and sliced her way to the heart of the enclave and stood over the battered and broken form of Viati. She sneered under helmet and said, “Primitive, tell me where the Calm is?”
Viati spat at her and said, “I will never betray my people!”
“You seem to be laboring under the misconception that your people will survive this. If I don’t get what I want, I will burn your forest to the ground… every last primitive will die. Then there will be no Calm, and there will be no Aznuri,” she hissed at the woman before lifting her with the Force and tossing her outside as the flames grew in intensity.
The structure collapsed as she stepped through the fire and said, “Last chance, primitive.”
Her circular hilt blazed to life with twin crimson blades as she waited for an answer. Viati found the strength to rise and shouted, “The Aznuri Endure!”
“Pity,” she said with a casual pull of the force the young woman was pulled into the waiting crimson blade and then cast aside.
“Troopers, no one survives.”