Who: Jaina Solo and Alema Rar What: Jaina has goaded the Night Herald long enough Where: A Downtown Street, Follow the bodies Jaina When: Sunday Night same time as Mirta/Anakin thread Rating High, Nasty bloody Lightsaber fight and eventual Character Death Status: Incomplete
Alema was killing randomly now, just killing to leave a trail that was undeniably her, Caedus would be furious she knew he would but Jaina had gone too far. The Sith Lord would just have to deal with the loss of his sister because Jaina had pushed and pushed and what was left of the fractured and broken mind of Alema Rar had snapped.
She knew that Jaina would come. Because she always did. Because Alema knew the Solo's. Knew how they worked and Jaina would find her. Not to mention that she was very helpfully leaving a trail of bodies as she danced her way around the city.
"We do this because of Jaina Solo" Alema told her latest Victim, a cold smirk set across her lips as a casual hand flicked more lightning at the man. She didnt know his name, or what he left behind him but he would die and the fault would be Jaina's.
She had betrayed the Killiks, and that was bad enough, but she now persisted in insulting Alema, The Night Herald. Saying that with her death would come the death of Gorog and Alema would not have it any longer.
For Gorog, and for the Balance, Jaina Solo would die.
She was going to lure her. Victims would make Jaina follow, the more victims the more she would get sloppy. Jaina cared too much, had always cared too much. And they'd said Jacen was the bleeding heart.
Life was funny like that, thought Alema with a giggle.
"Ja-aina!" she sang as her blade cut into the neck of a woman foolish enough to follow the screams of the man. It didn't entirely serve the Balance that she die but Gorog told her it was right.
"How many more will you let die"
She watched the woman's head fall, tilted her head and gave a throat click letting her anger show in the Force, knowing it was outside of Caedus protection and was clearly visible to Jaina who would recognise it, tinged with the madness that Alema would never admit to.