West Forest, Mandalore

Zarina tossed the man at Kestra's feet; the other woman lifted an eyebrow at sweat that covered the other woman's body...something must have happened, she had never seen her this sweaty unless she fought someone who could make her break out into a sweat and there was no on here that would be able to do that Zarina, at least that's what Zarina thinks. "What happened?" Kestra asked looking at the other woman.

"A group of Mandalorians in gold and black armor saw me and tried to arrest me, Ranek was apparently passing by and had gotten between us," Zarina explained as she put a foot on the man's throat and applied pressure, not enough to kill him but enough for him to know that Zarina is much stronger than she looks. "She sent me ahead while she dealt with them and in case they got past her, I had to run faster than I normally do."

Kestra hummed at that that sounded a lot like what police officers wore in Keldabe, she looks up at Zarina and, "Good, I don't want anyone being dragged into this...it's just between us and them."

She heard rustling up in the trees but she didn't look up, she had sensed her coming long before she even heard her. Ranek landed heavily between the two younger women, creating a small crater with the force of her landing. She straightens and looks at Kestra, not even looking at the man at their feet.

"I dealt with those fools...don't worry, I didn't kill any of them..." She adds as if an afterthought. "This time."

Kestra shot the older woman a look before she looks down at the man, she flicks her fingers and his helmet shot off without her even touching it. He had a gaunt face with lanky and greasy black hair and yellow with red rims eyes. She kneels next to him and grips his chin, turning his head so that he could look at her.

"I am surprised that a Death Stalker is even here hiding among the Mandalorians," she said narrowing her eyes at him. "Why are you here?"

The man sneered at her and said, "I don't have to tell you anything, girl...I know who you are, you're that child who had to be saved by stinking Mandalorians and who couldn't fight back against Lord Draco." The way he sneered out Draco's name told her that what she had heard was true; Drake and Draco were no longer in the same team so Drake wouldn't know where Draco was anyways.

Kestra's grip tightened on his chin and said, "I don't need you to talk...there are ways to get the information." She removes her hand from his chin and lowered her hand until it hovered over his face, fingers spread and palm facing him. Kestra closes her eyes as she opens herself to the Force and forces herself into his memories, scanning through the ones that were deemed important.

What seemed like hours but was really seconds, she opens her eyes and stands up. She looks down at him and pulls her blaster out of her holster, "You are no longer needed." And she pulled the trigger, blowing his brains out.

She holstered her blaster and looked at the two women, "Drake is even worse than Draco so we deal with Drake first then Draco."

Zarina lifts an eyebrow and asked, "Why is that?"

"He is planning to kill all non-Force-sensitives," Kestra said. "And he is starting with Mandalore first."

Ranek crosses her arms over her chest and said, "You are planning to stop them." It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact.

"Yes."

"You owe them nothing, you are no longer Mandalorian, remember?"

"I know but I will not stand by and watch innocents be killed by a lunatic."

The older woman looked at Kestra with no emotion on her face and then said, in her normal emotionless tone, "So be it but if you do not want to bring innocents into this then we must make sure that we don't let anyone see us...I will not risk my life or yours in order to save fools who cannot keep their noses out of the business of others." That was a close as an agreement that she was going to get from the older woman but she was going to take it regardless.

Kestra nods her head and looks down at the body before she turns around and starts to walk off, "Let's go we need to find the rest of them before they start the killing...oh and if you come across a Mandolarian with white stripes on his helmet with a young woman with brown hair, do not harm him...just knock him out."

Zarina cocked her head to the side and asked, "Why?"

"Because I don't want him to know that I am alive," Kestra said. "And if you attack him and I have to go help you, he'll know as soon as I start fighting him so please quickly knock him, and the woman, out."

Ranek was silent before she bows and said, "As you wish..."

"And now we go back, Ranek and Zarina make sure you keep to the shadows...you had shown yourselves so now they will be looking for you." Kestra said.

Zarina nods her head and lifts her arm, typing on her keyboard before she 'vanishes' while Ranek closes her eyes and uses the force to make herself 'vanish' as well. Kestra continues to walk away, she could hear her two companions falling behind her as they leave the body of the dead man behind.

Let the wild animals get rid of his body, that way when someone comes across any of his remains they would assume an animal had killed him.

Kestra stepped back into the city with Jax on a leash and walking next to her, her two female companions had gone off in different directions in order to cover more ground while Kestra opted to look for the rest of the Death Stalkers here.

Jax had his nose to the ground as he took deep breathes, his whiplike tail softly swinging side to side as he walked. His ears twitched and rotated as he picked up sounds that she couldn't pick up suddenly Jax freezes and lifts his head up, looking down a dark alley.

Kestra crouches next to him and rubs between his ears, "Good boy, Jax...looks like we found them."

She hears a crackle on her headset and lifted her hand, pressing her finger against the side of her glareshades as her mic swung down so she could talk into it.

"What is it?"

Ranek's voice spoke through the static, "Zarina and I had located the Death Stalkers."

"So has Jax...looks like they had split up when they landed on Mandalore," Kestra murmured.

"Apparently they felt that doing so would guarantee their survival if one group was taken out," Ranek said. "That is if they were found by your former adopted race but they weren't..."

Kestra ignored the comment about her former adopted race, she knew what she was leaving behind when she had faked her death...she was leaving behind people who had been her family her entire life.

She knew that they wouldn't forgive her for this, she had caused them great pain but this was something that she had to do. And not only that but she didn't know what she was, was she Mandalorian or whatever her mother was?

"Wipe them out," Kestra ordered. "Leave no survivors and knock out any Mandolarians that come stumble into our clean up."

"Alright, I will tell Zarina then carrying on my attack," Ranek said. "Good luck, little one...and good hunting." Then the comm was silent.

She takes her rifle off her back and then unclips the leash from Jax's collar, the creature danced around her whinnying as she moved deeper into the alley. As they get closer to the hiding place of the Death Stalkers, Jax goes silent as he gets into hunting form.

Jax froze in mid step, eyes fixed on an abandoned building in front of them. Kestra checks her weapons quickly, they were all fully charged and ready to go. She then closes her eyes and opens herself to the Force, she throws her power to the door and rips it off its hinges.

Kestra then sends Jax the attack command and Jax lets out a loud yip before charging towards the building at a fast pace. She was right behind him, firing her rifle at their enemy.

Kestra ducked a slash of her opponent's lightsaber that would have decapitated her if she was a second slower, Kestra pops back up and fires a slug into the Death Stalker's head before moving along. She didn't even look to see if they were really dead, she could sense their life force disappear in the Force. She enters the base alone, Jax will stay outside and deal with any Death Stalker that try to leave.

A Death Stalker lunged at her and as he swung his light pike at the woman…who simply wasn't there when the pike reached the target, Kestra moved her rifle so that it was on her back and out of her way. Kestra had leapt to a fallen tree trunk and into a one handed position that she performs in meditation. But there was nothing sleepy or meditative about this. With her forearm serving as a pivot, the adept swept torso and legs about, catching her opponent beneath the jaw and flinging him against the tree behind him. She flipped back onto the ground and got into the stance again just as the Death Stalker was standing up; he seemed surprised that Kestra can do that in full battle armor.

He picked up his fallen force pike; he twirled it around him before lunging at Kestra again. Kestra leapt straight up, grasping the limb of a tree that was above her head, and punched both feet into the male's masked face. The male fell back and onto his back as she dropped back onto the ground, placing her hands on her hips. Kestra then fixed her rifle since she noticed that it was sliding down while her opponent was getting to his feet; he wobbled slightly but didn't fall.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes then opening them. Kestra charged at the man, she hit him in the jaw, and then followed it by simultaneous hit of both her arms on his neck. Then she did a sideways flip, bring feet down on him three times before bashing him with both of her fists at the same time in a vertical fashion. She did a couple of back flips as he staggered backwards and landed a few feet from her. The other male straightened and glared at her, hissing, "You damn bitch…"

The male lunged at her, Kestra patiently waited until he was close then she jumped up into the air and launched a kick that was aimed at his head. He ducked her kick; Kestra changed her pivot in midair and swung her heel down on his head. The kick dazed him and Kestra then spun and kicked his knee, breaking it and making him collapse then she spun and lashed out a roundhouse kick, hitting him in the side of the head with her boot. He went crashing to the ground, and he stayed down.

Kestra moved deeper into the base, she kept her rifle on her back she would use her hand to hand combat experience to deal with the rest.

And then another Death Stalker appeared behind her, looping her arms over Kestra's and bearing her backwards. She wrestles Kestra to the ground but her feet were too quick for that, setting her in perfect balance almost immediately. She slid one leg between her feet and started to twist to the side, weakening her hold on her arm and then Kestra flipped the other woman over her back, slamming her into the ground. She stood up again and charged at Kestra who quickly responded with a roundhouse kick, hitting her in the side of the head with her foot. She went crashing to the ground, but she didn't stay down. Kestra just whirled and slammed her open palm across her face. The stinging blow disoriented her, throwing her off balance. She moved fast; almost too fast to see.

In a single fluid motion, Kestra grabbed her by the throat and drove her fist into her solar plexus, knocking the breath out of her, then hooked Kestra foot around her ankles and tripped her. Then Kestra raised her leg and slammed her heel down on her head, snapped her neck instantly killing him.

Another Death Stalker rushed her from behind and Kestra spun and lashed out a roundhouse kick, hitting her in the side of the head with her boot. She went crashing to the ground, but she didn't stay down. Kestra just whirled and slammed her open palm across her face. The stinging blow disoriented her, throwing her off balance. In a single fluid motion, Kestra grabbed her by the throat and drove her fist into her solar plexus, knocking the breath out of her, then hooked her foot around her ankles and tripped him.

Looping her arms over her and bearing her backwards. Kestra wrestled to her the ground but her feet too quick for that, setting her in perfect balance almost immediately. She slid one leg between her feet and started to twist to the side, weakening her hold on her arm. Kestra pulled a hand free and launched a heavy punch, but realized mistake immediately as the other female ducked the blow and a tight, stationary somersault right under the swinging arm, double-kicking out as she came over, her feet slamming her in the chest throwing her backwards. Now she had gained the initiative and she used it with a fierce charge, slamming into the stumbling young female, thinking to bring her down to the ground beneath her. Kestra went with the flow of the tackle for a moment, and then suddenly reversed her footing and her momentum, stopping her progress cold. She launched a left hook. She ducked and snapped out a straight right in response.

Kestra slipped her head to the side so that the blow barely grazed her. Spinning a circle kick out at her, who dropped to her knees and ducked it, then came up high in a leap, over a second kick as she came around again. Now she snapped off a kick of her own, but Kestra accepted the blow against her lower hip and snapped her left arm down across her shin, locking the leg long enough for her to drive a right cross into her inner leg.

She threw her head and torso back, lying flat out and lifting her left leg as she did, kicking her under the side of her ribs. A sudden scissor-twist, right leg going down and across left leg shooting across the other way above it, had her spinning sidelong. She caught himself with extended arms as she turned facedown, broke her feet from their hold on her, and mule-kicked the falling young female backward. She launched herself right back up to her feet, she turned about and rushed forward, gaining advantage the off balance and struggling young female.

A right cross smashed her across the face, followed by a looping left hook that should have laid the young female low. But again, with brilliant reflexes, she ducked the brunt of that blow and caught the surprised other female with a sudden and short, but heavy, left and right in the gut. Her hands worked vertically before her, hardly moving, amazingly precise, turning the blow after blow harmlessly aside. Kestra turned one hand in and down suddenly, taking the momentum from a heavy kick, then came right back up to lift her jabbing fist up high. The young female snapped her hand straight out, punching the older female in the gut. Kestra quickly followed her punch with a roundhouse kick, snapping her head to the side and knocking the older female down on the ground, and out cold.

Another Death Stalker lunged at her and kneed the young female in the gut, driving the air out of her lungs. Kestra collapsed to her knees; she coughed violently for a moment before sucking in air. Kestra stood up and shook her head, her back towards him. He lunged at her and just as his hand closed around her arm, Kestra spun, gripping his wrist and twisting to break his grip and flip him around onto his back. Kestra smiled in satisfaction when she heard his breath leave his lungs. And other kick made sure that he wasn't going to get up anytime soon.

She turned and started to run again, slinging her rifle off her back though Kestra didn't get far because another Death Stalker appeared in front of her causing Kestra to skid to a stop.

The male snapped his hand straight out, punching the young female in the gut. Kestra coughed slightly but didn't even flinch as she grabbed his arm and then body slammed him into the ground with enough force to make him see stars and knock the breath out of his lungs. Though she lost that smile when he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, placing his foot on chest as he threw the young female over him.

Kestra slammed into the ground with a grunt and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She quickly got to her feet and got into a combat-ready martial art stance but then she turned and began to run. The male lunged after her, reaching his hand out towards her. Just as his hand closed around her arm, Kestra spun, gripping his wrist and twisting to break his grip and flip him around onto his back. She then proceeded to raise her rifle and shoot the male in the chest, right in his evil heart.

She slings her rifle back onto her back, she didn't sense any more life forms but that didn't mean that they weren't using something to block her senses so she whistles for Jax. Kestra will use Jax to find those hidden opponents then she will look for any information about the whereabouts of Drake.