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The stars were still glowing brightly in the midnight sky when Death came for Rey.
Four wraiths descended upon the battered Resistance base in unnatural silence, their blood encrusted boots upsetting the rich flora with every determined step. They don’t utter a single word - they didn’t need to. Their minds were filled with the same solitary thought.
Kill the Jedi.
They found the maintenance door of the hangar unlocked, as expected, and pressed forward into the facility. With their presence in the Force muted, the group reached out as one for the signature of Skywalker’s final padawan. It seemed fainter than expected for such a supposedly powerful Force user. Maybe she wasn’t anything special after all...
There - to the left. The last room.
One black helmed figure eagerly slid forward and approached the door, the last obstacle keeping the little sand rat from their wrath, and ripped the offending object from the wall. Bloodlust writhed through the Knight’s veins as he stepped into the room -
- to find it empty.
“WHERE IS SHE?!” Acheron Ren bellowed into the cramped quarters. His rage at the thought that the little bitch had managed to elude them threatened to consume him entirely. He would make her pay… he would make each and every one of the rebel trash choke on their own blood, burn their pathetic base to ashes… and he’d save her for last...
“We need to get out of here now! We’ll get her, we will, but Kylo is going to notice where we are if you keep projecting that shit and wonder why we directly disobeyed his orders! Now let’s get the kriff back to the ship!”
Acheron reigned his emotional turmoil back in as swiftly as possible at Malacoda’s reminder of their Master’s wrath. If Kylo discovered their deceit before the deed was done, none of them would survive.
The quartet retraced their steps back out of the base with practiced stealth and maneuvered their inky black ship back toward the stars.
Acheron’s face split into a sinister grin as they entered hyperspace.
It was only a matter of time.