Chapter 18

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Chapter Eighteen

Briar awoke alone, the Second Sister preferring to rise hours before her lover... Or friend? Gal Pal?

Either way, she dressed while training her ears to locate the other woman in their living quarters. All was quiet, even her data pad had been placed on silent because of the constant messages Briar was getting from other allies. Pulling a loose black shirt over her head, she passed through the doorframe, freezing at the sight in front of her.

All of the white furniture had been pushed against the wall, the curtains to the floor to ceilings thrown open as the sun poured into the room. Trilla sat near the window in a sports bra and boxers, sunlight washing over her as she sat cross-legged on the floor. Her hands were resting in her lap, Briar only assuming she was meditating. She wanted to leave the woman alone, but the way the sunlight washed over Trilla's skin like honey mesmerized her.

She could see the rise and fall of the Inquisitor's shoulders as she took deep calming breaths, her shoulder blades tensing then relaxing. Trilla rose quietly, not turning to address the woman leaning against the doorframe. The Second Sister held her right hand out as she continued to face the window, her lightsaber seeming to appear out of nowhere.

Fear poured into Briar's chest, holding her breath hostage as one end of Trilla's lightsaber ignited. The soft hum of the red blade built on Briar's increasing anxiety, watching as Trilla held the blade out at her side. The protective disc formed a crescent over Trilla's hand, her wrist rotating as the blade spun in a circle at her side.

The chief of war found it impossible to move, watching in stunned silence as Trilla's hands passed the lightsaber behind her back. For a split second Briar imagined the Inquisitor's skin burning from the crimson blade, nothing able to stop the bleeding. Her nose picked up the phantom scent of burning flesh, looking to the floor to see the severed head of Admiral Versio.

She forced the image out of her mind, turning her attention back to the woman as she expertly wielded the blade over her head and brought it down with deadly precision. The other end of the blade ignited, the loud hum causing Briar to jump as her hand flew down to grip the doorframe.

The disc was fully enclosed over Trilla's hands, acting as a protective barrier. The Second Sister continued to spin and slash the dual lightsaber with such swiftness it was like the blade was just another limb to her. Her footwork was astonishing, moving her hips and thighs like a wave, completely avoiding both crimson blades.

Briar had little time to react as Trilla suddenly turned to face her, the lightsaber flying from the Inquisitor's hands and towards the frightened chief of war. The red blades disappeared, the disc retracting to one side of the handle of the lightsaber. Briar held a shaking hand out, the handle slamming into her right palm with such force that her body jolted back to slow the impact.

She looked down at the object, the weight of it mirroring the weight of her blaster. The sleek polished metal mixed with the intimidating black and red layering felt too much to hold. No wonder that small Jedi had died. This woman was a powerhouse.

Her heart jumped into her throat as the bladed disc shot out and encircled her hand completely, her eyes pouring over the Aurebesh engraved letters.

"What does the inscription mean?" She ran a finger over the letters, feeling the hardened and nicked grooves.

"It means: My Alliance Shan't Deviate From the Galactic Helm. Justice, Knowledge, Love, all Quittance With the Empirical Reign. True Yearning is Unknown In my Obligation Past Zealousness. Xenas Command Violence, Betrayal and a New Order, in Me."

Trilla was standing in front of her, her tone soft as she extended her hand out. Briar's wrist was grabbed gently, the lightsaber still situated in her grip as she was pulled forward and out of the doorway.

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