RE: Behind Enemy Lines (Day Three)
Trysta actually had to pause before answering. Her hatred for the woman responsible for the death of her sister boiled over. She only gazed in to the mud remembering how that fighter's neck felt in her grip. She had reached out through the Force and was choking him.
Her anger filled her eyes with rage as she stabbed the mud over and over again, only one person in her entire life was worthy of more hatred, more anger than Lady Baku, and that was HIM! She remembered how she first called upon the darkside as she squeezed his neck.
It was also the first time that the darkside rewarded her. She saw in his mind the woman who gave him his orders. The same woman that her sister died while trying to protect. She didn't realize that she had fallen silent. The mud was covered with little holes from where she repeatedly stabbed the same place over and over again.
She didn't know how much time had passed but she knew enough to make the silence uncomfortable. She got up and looked towards the light. It had changed. With a sigh of relief she smiled, "I would rather not talk about that lying whore." She motioned to the light. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. She is dead," Trysta added as she started to walk away. "Come on, it's time that we get ready for our mission."
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