Author's Note: The following contains violence. By now you're maybe seeing the similarities between Vissna and Darth Zannah (I'm a fan, there might be a Zannah story coming from me soon) or perhaps a Sith version of Padme?
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Vissna scaled a nearby building for a vantage point. She found her next target. She closed her eyes. Here we go again. Eye closed, she ran across the top of the building and lept, only opening them as she strategically fell onto the top of the next building. Her own pain was glorious, but what she really needed was someone else's. She jumped down in front of a pair of Pyke's who had turned away from the city to… flee? Vissna supposed Fett was doing better than she previously anticipated.
"Kneel and face your death," she commanded them. So naturally they spun around and ran for it. She smirked, chasing after her kill. She had them backed into the corner of an alley, when the buildings collapsed crushing them in front of her. She ran out of the alley, holding off the falling debris using the force. "Oh come on!" She yelled, "Those were mine!" She watched as a group of people ran past her screaming, chased by a droid. She hid herself behind half a dismantled support beam, however, she quickly realized that wasn't necessary. Of course no one was paying attention to her.
Vissna left them to that, seeing as Din wasn't amongst them. She climbed the rubble, enjoying the cuts she gained on her palms and fingers from the jagged wreckage. She picked out a throuple of Pykes just a building down. Mine, she thought. Once again, she ran across the building, soaking in the pleading screams and growing chaos. And she jumped down in front of her victims, no pleasantries this time around. She swiftly lifted their helmets off their heads with one hand and slammed them back down upon their skulls, crushing them flat. The sound was like a symphony.
She ran down the street and rounded the corner until she was met with another droid. "I'm ready for you," she grinned. She held her hand out coaxing the massive thing out of its "shell." She watched as its protective layer flickered until it was lost. "Thank you," she said, taking a bow before running from its line of fire. She ran straight towards it, dashing from side to side to avoid getting fried. She grabbed onto its leg and it squished her against the wall as she climbed. "Very rude," she coughed as she forced the droid away from the wall using her power. She continued to climb until she was riding the droid's head. Which she would have thoroughly enjoyed, had it not been trying to kill her. Oh heck, she thought, she enjoyed it even more, knowing it wanted to kill her.
She positioned her saber on top of its head and plunged it in. It was seemingly the most effective way to go about taking one of these assholes down. Three down, she breathed. She dismounted the droid and searched for Din using the force. He was… very close.. She ran down a few streets and found him easily. Taking on his own droid. She watched him in the shadows. He wasn't doing great. But this was his fight, not hers. Then she felt that strange sensation again, and a piece of droid came flying out… like.. magic.. losing its leg. Her head flicked towards the smallest little creature. A baby. She watched as Din picked it up and loved upon it. Her future apprentice.
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Din was disappointed that Vissna never came to help them. And when he arrived back at the palace with Grogu, looking for her, she was gone. He even went back to the fighting ring he had first collected her from, it was empty. She was no longer on Tatooine. She hadn't even stayed to celebrate their victory.
"We are sorry to see you go," Fett told him, "you're always welcome here in Mos Espa."
Din nodded his thanks to both he and Fennec. "I'm sorry Vissna never came," he said, displeased with both her and himself for getting his friends involved in her.
Fennec and Fett exchanged knowing glances. Fennec smiled and nodded to Fett, as though whatever was to be said should come from him. "There's something you should know," Boba said, "The Pykes had another shipment of foot soldiers and three more droids that never reached our position. Upon further inspection, the cut marks resemble those of a lightsaber." Boba gave a small knowing smile. Din's heart foolishly lept-without his consent.
"Grogu, we have our next mission," Din told the kid he was holding.
Fett smiled, "I suppose you do. Good luck in your travels.. Oh, And if you see our mutual friend, tell her she's welcome to use my bathhouse anytime." Din nodded, but was certain he wouldn't be telling her any of that.
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