Mygeeto System
Yseult Cartier
"Well, it's now or never people. I bet there's another battalion coming this way! Lia, we gotta go!"
Yseult split-off from the other people. She had to get back to her home; they would find-out who she was, and then they would raid her home. And they would find things. They would learn of her credit-mining operations against the Mygeeto banks. Then they would shut it all down, and Yseult would be back to square one.
So, she split-off, running despite the snow and the blizzard. Despite the fact that she could see only a bit in front of her, she had memorized some of the city’s layout. She memorized routes out of it, to the spaceport, everywhere she needed to go when she had no time to plan. This was when it came in handy.
Turning a corner, she realized that she was not looking ahead with the Force, searching out the enemy, when the enemy was right there. They weren’t even that far away from each-other; perhaps they stood a yard, a meter, away. Yseult reacted without thinking.
Whipping her sword out, she used the same motion to cut one of their throats. The stormtrooper went along with the motion, hitting the ground as he vainly attempted to clutch his throat. The others quickly raised their weapons, and they most definitely did not say “Halt”. Before they could pull their triggers, however, she force-pushed all four of them into the wall, and ran-past the moaning soldiers.
However, she paused. The man on the ground was still groaning, and she leant-down to examine him. Pushing away his rapidly weakening hands, Yseult found that the cut was shallow, somewhat. She had not been aiming to behead the man. Concentrating, she stopped the bleeding, though there would still be some issues. Briefly, the Kuati wondered if he would get frostbite, yet...most likely not. The cut in the fabric was thin, and he would be fine. Wiping the blood away on the snow, and sheathing her sword, Yseult picked up the man’s rifle, a DC-15, before continuing on.
Yseult quickly reached her home, opening the door and taking, from underneath the bed, a device. It was a black box, with some gray protrusions, and a keypad. The weapon could be considered to be a thermal detonator, if one multiplied the power threefold. It would disintegrate the room and all evidence therein, and be a far quicker destroyer of evidence then digitally deleting everything.
Setting it for thirty seconds, she found her lightsaber, stowing it away, before activating it. The room had some fifty thousand credits, in various stashes, and some objects were worth just as much. She wasn’t going to attempt to get it. The money was merely there for such transactions as had happened that day, for paying employees. There was far more online, and her programs were online as well. They could run without her.
Then she ran, for the spaceport, running for her ship. Yseult had no intent to join the two others; Kanan was nice, and Lia was a smuggler, yet as it was, they were passing acquaintances. Her ship would get her away far, far quicker.