A cold, unforgiving wind roared, forcing everyone but the Stormtroopers on patrol off the streets. This would provide excellent cover for predators. As a group of five Stormtroopers traveled down an alleyway, a pair of blue eyes gleamed from the rooftop. She wore a dark grey hooded jacket, two cat-like ears poking from the top. Golden yellow hair hung from beneath the hood. She put headphones in, and played some music.
"If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies
Make room we're taking over here
You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well
Won't find me perching here again".
One of the troops whipped around, but no one was on the roof.
"May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands".
Before the arrogant trooper could react, a blade pressed against his neck, and sliced it open, blood cascading to the ground endlessly.
"Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight".
The four turned as he started choking and gasping. But the culprit was concealed once more. The soldier fell with a final twitch, and he was at last dead. But they were not safe, for the voice continued.
"May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to hell
Where they'll always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands".
The culprit was fast. She slammed a Stormtrooper face first into the brick wall, his helmet's visor cracking. With a cunning leap, she dodged a blast, and it hit the Stormtrooper instead.
"Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Let's kill tonight".
The remaining three attempted to call for help, but their signals had been jammed. When a trooper tried to run out of the alley, a white tipped red tail wrapped around his leg, tripping him. His blaster was snatched away, and he was blasted eight times. The figure turned her head to the last two, a smile growing on her face. If anyone else had heard them, all they would hear were screams, cut off by dying chokes.
"Holonet News. Five Stormtroopers were murdered last night, the culprit unknown. Investigations are being conducted. Residents are advised to travel safely. Stay out of restricted areas.".
Arc Fire listened to the report as she hung around the corner, hood off. She took a bite of her Jogan, suppressing a triumphant smile. The club across the street, Wolves Cave, had a line forming. Arc spotted one of her business partners, a male Twi'lek by the name of Dunsk O'Hara, waiting near the front. Arc calmly walked near the end, at least six people behind Dunsk. A Lasat and a human stepped up behind her.
She had been on her own since she was at least ten. Being nineteen wasn't so bad. It gave her access to street clubs and gangs, given her cunning mind. She would be ready for any Imperial she came across. She had many contacts. She was a rebel mercenary, worked for credits. During the day, she was just a normal citizen. At night, she was a deadly shadow that stalked the streets for her targets.
The dusty yellow Twi'lek entered the club after he was accepted. The bodyguard, who was a bulky human with black hair and piercing green eyes, denied four people of entry, mainly due to their appearance and the way they talked. She was next. She strode forwards. "Sup there, Mike? I'm on the VIP. Arc," she coolly spoke the words, her way of getting in. Mike sidestepped, "Enjoy your time.". Arc smiled, then walked right on in.