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Salmon Blade
Chronicles
The Assassin's name was Nikua Redstock.
Other than the fact she was wearing long thigh-high stockings with scarlet stripes that would make people think of a Black Widow Spider…
…That was the only detailed information she released after being captured by a certain Jinx of the Republic.
She was a hired killer on the side of the Separatist Army. Of course she was both unwilling and trained to retain all crucial evidence and information within her gut at all times.
…One reason why she had been willing to offer her name in the first place
Was because a certain member of the Republic was filing a medical report on her behalf.
"Hmmm. Nikua Redstock. Age: …won't say. Blood type: …O? Three sizes…Th-THREE SIZES!? What's wrong with this messed up form! Forget it! There's too much information boxes to fill out and this reckless girl is too stubborn in telling me anything but her name!"
"Vaminoe She'vanio Ok'inama! Yup!"
"…Thank you for catching the clipboard I threw away in frustration, Princess Vivid…I salute you."
"…,…Bahd…"
The Assassin, Nikua Redstock, just stared at this certain member of the Republic who called himself a Jedi Knight…
…If not blinking in confusion at the Doll-like Mermaid with two regular feet who was referred to as princess.
"…I won't talk. No matter what type of insane and inhuman torture you lay out on me, I'm not gonna utter a single sound – not even a scream you'd expect when you inflict drive a drill into the bone of my leg…
Fuu-fuu-fuu…I may be wrapped up in bandages all over my body, to the point where you're not going to bother tying me up in the usual ropes and chains – but don't even think about underestimating me…
If you're not careful, you may end up falling asleep in your own pool of blood before you know it."
"…Little girl. Please don't put on that haughty expression. You were practically crying for your 10 mothers (from whatever planet she comes from that worked that way), calling out each of their ridiculously long names in perfect pronunciation, and had more tears than blood covering your face when you plead for me to save you."
"SH-SHUT UP! TH-THE ACCIDENT JUST MESSED UP MY BRAIN TO SPOUT RANDOM NONSENSE! Remove that factor and you'll have a stone-hard killer waiting to put a blaster bolt up your—"
"Avunia! Mika, mika! Varuloah!"
"Y-you, girl who wouldn't keep her hair from flowing left to right as if it were the living ocean, what are you doing to me!? D-don't touch my forehead! A-are you actually taking my temperature at a time like this! Just wait until I recover in the next 20 seconds and I'll whip out my secret knife to—"
"Sithspit. I ran out of bandages for the rest of your wounds. Hmmm…I only have these smaller ones that are meant for children but…which would you prefer: the Baby Rancor or the Elephant like blue…alien thing?"
"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD WITH A SCRAPED KNEE AND A BAD COLD!"