Andrelious wasn’t planning on letting his prey slip away. With her droid helper out of action, Scudi was almost completely defenceless. Which was exactly how Andrelious liked it.
Don’t just charge in. She has that blaster. One shot would be enough to make me look silly..
Scudi continued to move away from the Sith. She had already decided that the best policy was to get as far away from Andrelious as possible; he was more than her match in spite of his seemingly poor physical condition.
Andrelious exchanged his lightsaber for his blaster. He no longer cared about how he hurt Scudi. He just wanted to put her out of her misery and get back to dealing with his real target.
A tall, blue skinned humanoid was never going to find it easy to blend into crowds even on a diverse world such as Nar Shaddaa, and soon Andrelious had spotted Scudi trying to push her way through a crowd of drunks outside a nearby cantina. He fired off three shots, not worrying for one second about the possibility of hitting an innocent.
The first shot slammed into the ground, scattering the crowd around Scudi. The female did her best to take advantage of the mass panic, ducking into an alleyway as the next two shots came within inches of finding their target.
Range finders. He won’t miss again! Scudi realised.
The Plagueian edged along the alleyway, determined to keep a wall between herself and Andrelious’ blaster. As she moved along, she started to hum a tune that she remembered from a drama holo she’d watched some time ago.
Scudi reached what appeared to be a dead end, but she noticed the wall directly in front of her was just a few feet out of her reach. The Chiss reached for her grappling hook, throwing it towards the top of the wall.
“I think you’d best stop there. I’m not going to miss,” Andrelious announced, having just arrived on the scene, his blaster rifle trained on Scudi.
“Have you actually considered the political fallout if you kill me? Clearly you’re with the Brotherhood,” the Chiss stated flatly.
“I think I’ll live. How would anyone know what happened to you? You don’t even have the Force. You won’t be a loss to whichever clan you’re with,” the Sith snapped.
“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that. But can you really bring yourself to kill me in cold blood? I’m not a threat to you. Or anyone around you,” the Chiss replied.
“I’m not going to take that risk. You’ll go back to your Clan. You’ll tell them what happened here. And then you’ll come after my family,” Andrelious said, swapping his blaster for his black handled lightsaber.
Scudi realised the time for talking was over, but she was certain that her enemy wasn’t expecting her next move as she produced her saberstaff.
“Maybe this will be interesting after all! At least for a few moments!” Andrelious roared, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he swung his lightsaber towards Scudi. The Chiss raised her blade just in time to clumsily deflect the attack away, before attempting to counter with a slash aimed towards the Archanis Quaestor’s legs. Andrelious was already leaping over the attack, the Force screaming a warning even before the female had started to move.
Scudi cursed under her breath as she blocked another fierce attack, doing her best to grip onto her weapon as she defended against the increasingly furious Seeker.
As angry as he was, Andrelious allowed his years of experience to guide his movements. He let Scudi to go onto the offensive, easily blocking a series of increasingly desperate attacks. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the Chiss overextended herself, and, as she attempted to stab the Taldryanite through the chest, Mimosa-Inahj quickly nullified the attack. As Scudi started her next movement, Andrelious, seemingly happy to just defend, jinked at the last moment, smiling smugly as the crimson blade of his lightsaber chopped cleanly through Scudi’s left wrist, severing her hand and leaving her saberstaff to roll harmlessly away.
“This is the end of the road for you, but I’m curious as to who you are. Perhaps you’re worth more to me alive,” Andrelious explained as Scudi fell to the ground.
The Taldryanite extended his right hand over Scudi’s head. He commanded the Force to burrow its way into the woman’s mind.
“So. You’re with Plagueis. And you know your way around a datapad. Very much like my eldest daughter,” Andrelious declared as he did his best to interpret the dozens of thoughts he was stealing.
“Please. I’ll tell you everything. Just stop it hurting,” Scudi begged.
“This is the only way I can be sure I get the truth, Miss Ferria. And it is clear that you know a great deal of things that will be of interest to my clan. We are going to need time to find out exactly how useful you are,” Andrelious declared.
“So you’re not going to kill me?” the female asked.
“For now, you’re coming with me. You will be treated as a prisoner of Taldryan. If you resist, or it turns out that you are not as useful as you seem, I will not hesitate to execute you. You’re fortunate to only lose a hand,” the Sith hissed, gesturing over to the severed hand.
Scudi climbed slowly to her feet, the blade of Andrelious’ lightsaber never more than a couple of inches from her throat.
“Follow me out. And don’t try ANYTHING,” the Quaestor ordered.
Scudi saw little choice but to obey.
I will get revenge for you, Bastion. I promise.