I have had people talk to me all the time about power. What it is like to wield it, what it is like to use it, what it is like when you have to do anything to get it. I will admit it is not really my favourite conversation. I have had my fair share of power grabs and would still do it again.
Why? Why not. I may have no particular use of it at the moment, but there may come a time where I could need it. There came a time only months ago where I would have wished for that power. I may be a trained and out of practice assassin, but to hold off such people of a stronger caliber was difficult. There was moments I thought we would not make it out of our own home alive. Never had I been so desperate to fight for my life— or for the life of my husband.
So why do I want power? Assassins do not give up if they fail their first strike. This will happen again, I assure you. I would rather be ready for the next time it happens. Though, now finding ourselves on an outskirt planet trying not to draw attention to ourselves, going on a hunt for power can be difficult. Physical power, that is.
I know where the assassins came from. Why they had come to us. They did not even want me, they wanted Mirus. I was just an accessory to their assassination mark. We know why they were there, why they had wanted to wipe him out. I suppose I would have had to be taken care of as well, being the man's spouse and all. It was only natural that I knew everything.
But no. As much as I would like to strike our want to be killers down, I no longer consider myself physically capable of such a thing. Or at least Mirus would no longer allow it. To me, there would be no greater rush than sending their heads back to where they had came from, but I have had to long retire my lightsaber. Not only because of the location we are in, but also due to the process of starting a family. What a shame though, I never did get to use the one he had made just for me when we had finally settled into our new home.
Some day.
Power though? Long ago I had learned it also comes through knowledge. While the planet we have found ourselves on I would consider... not ideal for my talents, I have been able to make do. While I do still some hacking and snatching of information for select parties, my coding skills have long gone out to the highest bidder. I must say, it does make us a good amount of money. But as I had said, I know who they were. It may take some time, but setting up numerous programs and etcetera, I can try and worm my way into their systems. It is bound to be a challenge... especially at this distance. It really is not easy on a planet like this and having to deal with signals and transmitting data.
Having to piece together things here and there, digging for even the slightest mention of what they are after Mirus for from whatever and whomever may be connected to them and getting on the trail of what you are looking for is an unimaginable power rush. You find things in the most unsuspecting data centers and as you pick up more and more pieces you start having something you can really use against them.
And what can be worse than someone suddenly knowing their darkest of secrets and data? Knowing what no one else should be knowing?
My connections in the business make this all the easier. The people I hunt for become perfect for unknowingly getting the data I want in exchange for what they want.
And you know what the best part is?
I can do it all from the comfort of the most luxurious chair I have ever sat down upon.
There is no feeling more powerful than that.