Ashara ran as fast as she could, her boots quickly ate up distance as she plowed ahead using force augmented speed as she tore up the centuries old garbage on Taris's surface. Today was supposed to be a good day, no trials for a couple weeks, no planned attacks on Imperial encampments, hell even the native flesh eaters were leaving them alone (probably because they had gotten tired of the taste of Republic troops and had gotten a taste for the new Imperial troops, or so she liked to think)
Just a nice peaceful day on perhaps one of the biggest graveyards in Republic space with a care free day planned with nothing but mind calming and enlightening meditation and her usual workout regimen. that was what was supposed to happen, what really happened was half way to her favorite hill to meditate on she was ambushed by three sith. Now she was certain that in the sith ranks these ambushers where cannon fodder, she had killed a dozen like them and if she lived she would probably kill dozens more. They often relied on brutal offense and didn't really concern themselves for defense making them relativity easy to duel one versus one. three versus one however with herself getting the short end of the stick was a different matter all together.
At first she stood a half chance against them but early on in the melee one of the tried to disarm her (literally) and she did technically manage to deflect the blow but her positioning was off and the siths blade met her off hands sabers hilt rather than the blade, damaging the weapon to be little more useful than added weight to her fist should she decide punch the two bit darksiders. Now at a full disadvantage she decided to cut and run hoping to run into some friends who could lend aid. She briefly thought about heading back into the direction of Resettlement zone and the Enclave but she decided not to for two main reasons
reason No. 1, the bastards where in her way
reason No. 2 the people in that direction had not seen action in a couple of weeks so half where not in a state to fight, where as the men on the front where always ready for a fight.
she knew a unit nearby and had the comm number to one of the sergeants, Rikkel if she remembered correctly. while running she called the number and it ringed...and it ringed. she could feel her pursuers frustration in the force not far behind her reminding her she was not quite as far away from them as she would have liked. Longest damned thirty seven seconds of her life before the fully armored man greeted her.
"Ashara?" he asked clearly put out by her appearance
"I've got company coming your way, get your asses ready i am coming in hot!"
"I got your location, here is a good halfway point between us, see you there!" he said and cut the comm. A new marker showed up on her GPS and she slightly altered her route so she would make it the the meet point.
This would be interesting.