As the Mimosa-Inahj couple reached out with the Force in an attempt to find Ketcher, Kooki sensed a feeling of uneasiness from her spouse.
“You’re hiding something about Ketcher. Tell me!” the Alderaanian snapped.
“It’s probably nothing, but, when I first met Ketcher, during the attack on Karufr, the way he was talking about me being a father. He seemed particularly interested in finding the twins,” Andrelious replied.
Kooki’s eyebrows furrowed. “You didn’t think to tell me that he knew about our children?”
“If I had told you, you would have tried to seek him out. Enoch Ketcher is a very dangerous individual. I wanted to make sure we could take him on together,” the Aedile explained, a tinge of fear in his voice.
“I don’t need you to decide who I’m capable of dealing with! We’ll talk about this later!” Kooki hissed.
Andrelious didn’t get a chance to reply. He spotted a trio of Iron Legion soldiers approaching. He didn’t say anything; he knew exactly how his spouse would react.
Sure enough, the fuming female charged at the armour-clad soldiers. Her purple blade cleaved almost effortlessly through her targets, who vainly fired their blasters.
Stupid bucketheads. Andrelious thought.
“Coming?” Kooki asked, not bothering to check if her latest victims were actually dead.
Andrelious followed obediently, also ignoring the fallen enemies. Since he had revealed Ketcher’s apparent interest in the twins, he could feel anger and hatred surging through Kooki.
“Wait!” the Seeker called out.
“What now? Are those little legs of yours tired?” Kooki snapped.
“Hardly. Look over there. Assassin droids. I’ll bet Ketcher’s had them searching Karufr since the attack,” Andrelious explained.
“So? They’re no more useful to him than those useless bucketheads! Come on!” the Alderaanian continued.
As Kooki moved closer to the droids, they spotted her and began peppering the area with blaster fire. The Shadow backpedalled as fast as she could, nearly pulling Andrelious over when she grabbed his shoulder to get him to follow.
“Let’s try something else!” Andrelious declared as he noticed the droids beginning to move towards them.
Holding his hands up, the Dinaari Aedile tossed his lightsaber away. Kooki, quickly understanding what her husband was doing, followed suit.
The droids continued their approach, but lowered their blasters. They moved into formation around the Mimosa-Inahj couple, who were forced to stand back-to-back.
“So. My droids are too much for you?” a voice questioned. Andrelious and Kooki craned their necks to spot a man dressed in a technician’s coveralls.
“I would have loved to have added the two of you to the list of prisoners that my droids are responsible for capturing, but I’m afraid I have my orders. Still, a firing squad is pleasing enough,” the man continued, signalling to the droids.
As the droids raised their weapons, the two Sith didn’t move. It was only as their would-be executioners squeezed the triggers on their blasters that they acted. They leapt in the air together, the Force carrying them high into the air and away from the droids, who promptly fired directly into each other. On the way down, both husband and wife summoned their lightsabers back to their hands. Once they landed, they turned on the technician, who was standing open mouthed at what he’d just witnessed.
“Frakking predictable droids,” Kooki hissed, wasting no time in cutting the man down.
“I think Ketcher’s probably going to try and get away from the planet. For all his bluster, I’ve got no idea if he can actually fight,” Andrelious explained.
“So he wasn’t even down on the planet before? He sounds rather like an Imperial commander. Sure you’re not old friends?” Kooki sneered.
Andrelious ignored the barb and began to visually scan the area, looking for signs of Ketcher. He spotted movement near a JV-7 shuttle.
“Let’s go!” he shouted, beginning to sprint towards the ship.
It did not take the couple long to reach the shuttle. Sure enough, Enoch Ketcher was standing on its boarding ramp.
“So you want to take me on? I’ll remember to tell your children what happened to their parents!” Ketcher declared, smirking.
The threat was too much for Kooki. She charged in, a murderous glint in her eye. Andrelious got ready to follow, but the Grand Inquisitor was already engaging Kooki with a pair of his own lightsabers, forcing the Alderaanian immediately onto the defensive.
“You think two blades will save you, Ketcher?” Kooki hissed.
Andrelious entered the fray, attempting to drive his saber into his enemy’s back. Spinning around, Ketcher easily blocked the attack, but the distraction gave Kooki a chance to go on an offensive of her own. She tried to smash her blade past those of her target, but Ketcher easily parried the attack.
“You’re not leaving this planet again!” Ketcher taunted. Tossing one of his lightsabers to the ground, he extended an arm towards Kooki. The Alderaanian was flung away at speed, landing a dozen feet away from the Inquisitor.
“Man-to-man. Time you stopped letting your wife do all the work!” Ketcher snarled.
Though he was worried about Kooki, Andrelious had no time to check on her. Enoch Ketcher was on the attack.
Kooki opened her eyes. Her left arm hurt from the impact, but she had just about managed to avoid any further injuries from having landed as neatly as the situation allowed. Seeing Andrelious struggling, she climbed to her feet.
Time to end this!
Syntax
Good job with the syntax on this post, it was clear and easy to read!
Story
This is great for setting the mood. A single line of dialogue that paints the scene as uneasy. Of course, you missed a good chance to use "I've got a bad feeling about this." Ha!
Realism
Make sure you don’t make use of equipment not listed on the CS for the match. There are no loadouts used, and only weapons are listed in the match details. No type of other equipment is listed.
The hardened operative tasked with assassinating two Sith just rolls over and offers up his hand? Especially if they're INQ agents, this is unlikely. Adrenaline probably dulls a lot of the pain for a trained combatant. He's more likely to fight for his life than roll over and offer his crushed hand to his assailant. Self preservation is a pretty powerful instinct.