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CATACLYSM ☽☾ "THE DISASTER ON JEDHA"
WEAKNESS COMES in many ways, shapes, and forms. Everyone has a weakness. Even the most fiercest of warriors will fall victim to something, thought not many will admit it. A weakness could be anything; another person, emotion, an injury, an object, etc. Amara herself has many weaknesses, but one in particular will remain the most damaging. Her leg was not known to withstand much these days. Too much travel can cause it to ache for weeks and anything over the speed of her normal walk always causing her a great deal of pain. But one question would remain with Amara for a great deal of her life. And that question was, Who is in charge of planting the detonator within each person? Amara knew that death was inevitable, she knew one day she'd join the stars. She just prayed it wasn't her leg that would get her killed. She prayed she'd at least be able to breathe through the fall of the Empire. It was the one thing she wanted the most in life. For if she saw the Empire fall, she would know that her lifetime of pain would have been for something.
Amara was extremely careful not to bump into anyone around her as she limped her way through the packed streets of the Holy City of Jedha. They didn't need the unwanted attention, especially with the amount of storm troopers crawling the streets. While Amara had grown used to her brace and had specialized the skill to ignore the pain every step caused, she was still at a disadvantage when it came to speed. And while she did her best to keep up, staying close to Cassian and Jyn proved to be a whole new struggle.
Amara was desperate not to lose them within the crowd so she inevitable picked up her pace. She kept her eyes ahead of her following the fur along Cassian's blue hood she could make out. But with maintaining the fast pace came at the expense of her leg. It was beginning to grow quite hard for her to ignore the throbbing of her leg. But the two ahead seemed to pay no mind to how far behind them Amara was beginning to fall.
But of course fate was in no mood to spare Amara. Finally pulling her eyes away from the fur along Cassian's hood she had come to the realization of what was about to happen. She didn't have enough time to even move out of the way before a man's shoulder roughly collided with her own. A small grunt fell past her lips as she stumbled back, her hand going to her shoulder to rub it slightly from the harsh collision. "You just watch yourself." The man warned as he pointed a stern finger at her.
Despite everything within Amara screaming at her to give this man a piece of her mind for blaming the entirety of the situation on her she held back the scowl that dared to present itself. The accident had to have been a group effort. If he were looking, shouldn't he have been able to avoid her? "Sorry sir." She apologized. Though her already unwanted attention was about to grow as a Sullustan man stormed over towards their direction yelling something Amara was unable to comprehend with the loud noises around them.
