Viscera boarded the lift and waited to reach the floor she came in on. She thought about herself, searched herself in the few minutes she had. She felt more at ease yet there was still more to be done. When the lift opened Viscera was greeted by Ascendants. She rushed forward and killed one after another while alarms blared throughout the city. She ran and returned to her wrath, slaying every soldier she came close to while the entire Ascendancy fired on her. Bolts rained toward her from above and below, from every direction and every tower.
Viscera killed and raced for her fighter, powering through the blaster wounds that gathered on her legs and arms. She ducked and fought her way to the center of the capital city. Csaplar rose into the snowy sky and its defenders surrounded her. Viscera killed and attacked and fought with the all the strength and power had gathered during her journeys. It wasn't enough. They still came, an endless onslaught of soldiers. However, Viscera would not be defeated. I will kill the entire city if I must. As the incoming fire increased, Viscera became gradually more inclined to that option.
Could she even do that? Exhaustion crept inside her, the alarms screeched in her ears and blasterfire burned the air she couldn't breathe. If she didn't act, she would be overwhelmed. So she jumped. She brought her limbs to her chest, curling into a ball and calling the Force to protect her. The air rippled as a ball of warped energy solidified around her. Inside, Viscera dove into the Force, deeper than she ever had. The world was gone and sheer will filled her, empowered her.
She drew on her hate of Darth Tyraal, her fury from her trials, her sorrow for Kyatu, and her love for Jarrik. They wound up inside her, churning and melding into raw rage. In the void of herself, it is all she felt. Viscera concentrated everything she had ever felt, held it inside, returned to her surroundings, then released. An incredible cataclysm exploded around her, a massive Force rift laying waste to everything as it spread away from her. The ground shattered under her, shards of duracrete ripping up and being flung into the sky. The wave flew outward and tore the city to rubble. Gleaming white towers were utterly destroyed, buildings washing away like sand in the wind. Soldiers were ripped apart by the dozens and while apocalyptic ruin befell the city.
Viscera fell out of the Force's cradle, landing on one knee while the city crumbled, once beautiful towers broken and sliding down the cold mountain in shower of wreckage. She stood slowly, her quick breaths fogging in the cold air as she started to walk for her ship. The alarms were replaced by the sound of metal groaning. The ground, the entire base of the city, lurched under her and Viscera stumbled forward before picking up her pace. A thunderous crash sounded behind her and Viscera looked back briefly to see thick metal supports give way. The ground dropped again, falling about a foot from beneath her feet and causing her to fall. The city is falling apart. Viscera hurriedly got to her feet as the city quaked and jolted and threatened to fall away from the mountainside.
She forced herself to run to her fighter quicker than she ever had run, cold sapping her muscles and snow pelting her face. Csaplar broke from the mountains. Viscera leaped with the Force and reached for her ship desperately as the ground, the buildings, everything dropped away from her. She sailed through the pale blue sky toward her vehicle which tumbled down through the air, the vast expanse of a cold planet resting in the distance. Her hand barely caught the wing and Viscera strained to pull herself onboard, reaching with her other hand to open the cockpit while she and her fighter plummeted through the air. Wind whipped around her and the ground drew gradually closer as the hatch opened and Viscera pulled herself into the seat.
She slammed on the controls and pulled her legs in so the cockpit could slide closed. The fighter continued to flip in free-fall while the jets sputtered to life. Viscera was up-side-down when thrust came, and she quickly inverted to avoid rocketing into the ground. She steered for the sky and immediately fired the primary boosters, while the capital city and all its inhabitants died on the mountainside. Csilla faded behind her and she flew into empty space. Her muscles ached and shivered, the cold of her homeworld lingering in her ship. She made a conscious effort to breathe steadily and winced at the blaster wounds on her body, her burns stinging with every movement.
She drifted in space, deciding on where to go. She couldn't return to the Iscillus yet; she was in no shape to face her master. She also needed to refuel, as indicated by the display on her console. The closest planet was Csaul, the last planet she had visited so that is where she headed.
Short, bronzy buildings stood in a cluster of activity surrounded by a white sandy landscape. Viscera landed on Oular Dus once again and sighed at the controls of her ship. She sat on the landing pad and breathed, centering herself. She closed her eyes and tried to release the tired rage that stormed inside her. Soon, I will be complete. Viscera opened the cockpit and climbed out of her fighter then hailed the Rodian station attendant who jogged over and fixed a hose to the underside of the vehicle. She brushed long hair off of her shoulder and looked around at the distant scenery. There was no denying this was the other planet from her past; it matched her vision perfectly. I was enslaved here. The Rodian came from under her fighter and looked at her expectantly. Viscera didn't have any credits. She waved her hand.
"You have been paid," Viscera spoke after dominating the worker's mind. He said something then turned around to tend to her fighter, obviously convinced. Viscera left the landing area and walked down the line of shops and vendors. She came to a droid merchant and stopped to scan the wares. They were medical supplies, exactly what she was looking for despite her lack of credits. Viscera raised her fist and prepared to waste the droid with the Force.
"Viscera!" A familiar crackling voice called to her and she turned to see the mercenary who caused her heart to vie with itself.
"That is not my name," Viscera spoke while letting her hand fall by her side.
"Not this again," Jarrik spoke an audible eye-roll and walked over to Viscera. He held a young girl by the hand, concealed from head to toe in dark clothing. "What should I call you now?"
"Kuidu'alsci'raeda." The name the admiral had spoken. It felt foreign to say, but Viscera was convinced it belonged to her.
"A traditional Chiss name?" Jarrik stood in front of the droid vendor and its stand and Viscera could sense the thoughts spinning in his head. "Does that mean-? "
"I confronted the admiral of the Ascendancy." Viscera glared at Jarrik's mask with distant ferocity. Her tone was one of knowing. "He told me everything."
"I was gonna shoot you, if that makes you feel better." The bounty hunter shrugged.
"It doesn't," Viscera uttered sharply before looking from the vendor to Jarrik. "Buy these supplies for me before I kill you, your friend, and this droid."
The mercenary chuckled and stepped forward to do as Kuidu'alsci'raeda requested. Jarrik produced a card to pay for the items on the counter and Alsci looked down at the girl who looked at the ground. She couldn't have been more than fifteen years old. When the transaction finished, Jarrik turned to Viscera and Viscera collected the supplies from the counter.
"You want her?" Jarrik asked while bending a little to remove the girl's hood, revealing a feline face and long ears. "She's a Cathar."
Alsci looked into the eyes of the young, cat-like female. The plight of slavery was all too familiar to Viscera, it wasn't something she wanted for anyone else. Yet if she didn't take her, someone else would. She didn't know what caliber of master she would be, but by default it would be better than any of the grimy mongrels she would be sold to. "Sure," Alsci finally decided.
"So you went to Csaplar?" Jarrik asked while covering the young girl's face with the hood. "By yourself?"
"I destroyed the capital," Alsci announced while taking the hand of her new companion. "Csaplar is no more."
"What? Vis- I mean Alsci, the Ascendancy is going to kill you!" Jarrik sputtered.
"I do not fear them." Viscera started walking. "Goodbye, Jarrik."
"Where are you going now?" The bounty hunter followed the Sith.
"Soon, I will be free." No matter what happened next, she would be free.
"You're going for your master?" Jarrik quickly put the pieces together, realized what she meant, and offered to help. "Let me come with you, I can-"
"No." Viscera spun and the Cathar girl stumbled at the sudden motion. Alsci raised her hand to touch Jarrik's mask, tracing along the metal tenderly, as if were his face. She had seen his scar, she had seen the real him, who no one else would. She drew closer to him and whispered. "I will do it alone, or I will die."
"Damn, babe." The masked spacer reached for Viscera's waist. "You better not."
"Goodbye, Jarrik." Alsci pushed her rival away and headed for her ship. She opened the cockpit and helped the Cathar girl into the backseat before climbing in herself, closing the hatch, and lifting off. She tilted for the sky and flew upward until Csaul was a small dot of tan in the distance.