Forty thousand light years away, Devin Darkstar was facing a much larger scale problem of his own on Coruscant, the crowds only a tenth of it. He walked down a fluorescently lit alley way, his cloak’s hood covering his face, as the eyes of several alley men and prostitutes watching him pass, their interests piqued by one thing or another by the strange man in the black cloak. He could feel their inscrutable gazes looking him over, inch for inch, their faces not even attempting to hide their suspicion and lusts. A man with short, spiky brown hair and a hardened face headed in his direction, his hand gripping the blaster on his belt, stopping him twenty feet from a pair of trashcans by clapping his hand over Devin’s shoulder tightly. His voice was rough and dry in Devin’s ear, his age far more evident from the strained quality hidden beneath his tough act.
“And what’s your business around here…stranger.” Devin lo
Red, covering the floor, her hands and feet. She stared, horrified, as the colour pooled on the ground from the wounds on her parent’s throats. Her breath came in short gasps, the mind numbing realization of what she had done rolling up into her consciousness. Collapsing to her knees, the pain ripping through her skull and her hands twitching, she was struck into silence, a red haze filling her mind. She doubled over as the pain filled her head, gripping her skull hard enough to cause rivulets of blood to drip down into her eyes and mouth. A scream, hers, tore through the night air, pain becoming agony as it ripped her mind in two.
Xero’s eyes shot open, her lungs pulling in a gasp that caused her to cough violently. She winced, her throat rasping with each breath she took, dehydration at its maximum capacity tearing its way through her body. She felt as heavy as lead, the cloak over her body carrying an odd musty scent that caused her nose to throb painfully. Attempt