“I can get her, I just need to stay close,” Alara spoke into her datapad’s microphone to her beloved Wyndell.
“Hell yeah you can, and hell yeah, you should stay close. Don’t get shot, got me?” Wyndell spoke cautiously.
“Is that a tinge of worry I’m sensing? Tsk. You’re losing your touch.” Alara smirked at his holograph.
“It’s not so much losing my touch,” Wyn corrected, “More like letting my guard down. Now go kick some ass. Call me after.” He winked and shot finger guns in her direction.
“You got it,” Alara responded. She blew a kiss and turned off her datapad.
*Lovely target you planned for me, Kordath. Ya set me up with a bloody snipe. At least it ain’t my first rodeo,* Alara thought to herself. She stepped off of her ARC 170’s ramp and headed towards the ruins. With a flick of her finger on it’s screen, she opened up her holographic gps. About a mile or so away, a lovely vibrant ‘x’ was indicating her target in the nearby broken temple.
*I got you now, pretty lady. Umbarans are so my type when it comes to murder.*
Sneaking in was never Alara’s style, and it wouldn’t start to be now. She knew that the Equite she was hunting was smart enough to set up some sort of trap in the entrance of the temple, but also cunning enough to set them up everywhere else. So going in head first, despite the chances, seemed like her best bet. She grew closer to her target until it grew unsafe to keep her gps activated, and clicked the datapad holograph off. With a quick blink of her eye, she tapped into the Force. Sure enough as she thought, the entrance was lined with a transparent laser explosive, or so the Force had told her. Alara grasped the energy bow on her belt and armed an arrow at the ready. With a quick prayer and the slight tingle of air sucking in through her lips, she released an energy arrow directly through the main entrance of the temple.
This triggered the explosive successfully and let off a loud blast which destroyed what debris managed to hold the fragile entrance up. Alara’s Sephi ears spun as they managed to pick up the sound of the Raider’s voice searching for her. She couldn’t waste a single second. With what time left she had of the smoke clearing, Alara placed her bow back in its holster, unequipped her sabers, and ran straight into the temple. She left no time to spare. As soon as she made it inside, she knew that Sencara would be hiding in any debris she could find. With a huff, she launched herself from the floor directly to the wall. Another jump from the wall to a nearby pillar gave her just enough momentum to reach the fragile top of the wall.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Alara called.
She kept running on the wall’s perimeter, keeping her speed up and her amber eyes open. She couldn’t risk slowing down or tripping. One slight mistake and the expert snipress would have all she needed to kill. Alara wouldn’t let this Umbaran play her game of fly-catching. Her eyes darted to a shadow in a far corner of the room. Alara instinctively ran towards it and flipped in the air to land on the shadow’s surface. *Wrongo, damn!* Alara exclaimed to herself. She began running again between the large pillars and just barely missed several bullets to her golden head. The she-marauder tried to spot where the bullets were coming from, but only managed to see the swivel of a dark ponytail.
With one last upheaval of strength, Alara scaled the wall and managed to climb to a rafter until she could spare a moment to catch her breath. However, as she did so, a large target laser appeared on her chest. She looked down at it, and through her pantings she managed to speak.
“What gives, Sencara?” Alara asked.
“For a foolish She-marauder, you sure know a lot about me. I wish I could return your greeting with such grace,” the husky voice of the Raider responded.
“Why haven’t you shot me yet?” Alara repeated herself.
“Because that wouldn’t give you a fair chance, now would it?” A’theri spoke thoughtfully, “I know you’ve got more skill than just running away… or at least I hope so.”
“You’ll be happy to know you’re right in that.” Alara grinned. She gracefully climbed down the rafter and landed seductively on the ground, one hand tapping the floor.
“And you’ll be happy to know that I’m more than just a sharpshooter,” the Umbaran appeared before her. Her long ponytail eloquently matched her long black-leather suit. She walked like a supermodel towards the blonde Equite, and placed her sniper down on the dusty ground. She rubbed her gloved hands together, and turned to Alara again. “Let’s do this like men, shall we? Let’s duel. No weapons except our sheer strength.”
“And no Force, I assume?” Alara grinned.
In response, Sencara spat on the ground.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Alara chuckled.
“Smart girl,” Sencara spoke solemnly, “it’s a shame I have to kill you though. You look like an excellent slice of dessert.”
Alara looked down at herself and flipped her braid off of her shoulder where it was resting, “sorry toots, currently got a straight in my deck.”
“Shame, now I’ll really have to kill you.” Sencara winked and slowly raised her fists in the air.
Alara finally turned off her lightsabers and clipped them back to her belt. She placed her right foot slightly behind her and shifted her weight to hold her fists up. But before she could blink, a hidden sniper from the right shot her in the neck with a tranquilizer.
Immediately Alara fell to the dusty, broken floor, her vision fading out of view.
“Silly Sephi,” Sencara smiled down at her from above, “you forgot to look around before you jump.”
Then it all faded to black.