Divulgence

As Fleeting as her thoughts, Kraytia watched as the Third Sister's life force slowly left her body. Leaving a limp, chared, husk. Her eyes rested upon the body, seeing that there was nothing that could be done, she saw just how expendable they were.

Her eyes rested upon the man known as Tobias Rune. The man who had taken her in and trained her after having 'discovered' her in a casket. She let out a soft sigh, thinking that the force was being like a cruel mistress.

"Your Empire will crumble, you will lose everything." Kraytia kept her cool about herself as she spoke this, her eyes glaring daggers through the man.

She didn't have any hatred towards him, in truth she rather liked him. She only wished if in another life, that she had never met that dark being, that the Jedi hadn't been destroyed.

"Enough with the blabbering."

"You want to know everything, so I shall share it with you. For it will give you no comfort, nor closure for what is to come. Tobias Rune, no matter how large your ledger grows, you will never beat the First Order."

Unwavering at the voice which had erupted from the girl he once knew for a short period of time, he stood there, eying each bodily gesture. "Is that you speaking, or Snoke?"

There was an invaluable pause, a shimmer and shake of the eyes. At that moment she seemed like a delicate flower, but she was nothing more than a venus fly trap. It wasn't a lure though, and it was clear she wasn't being forced into this. Though he could definitely feel her not liking what will happen next.

"Where did you meet the force sensitive leach?" He referred to Snoke as a parasite, a leach. He disliked the creature, even if it wasn't Jedi, even if it wasn't a Sith. It was still a target to be detested.

"Coruscant, shortly after the execution of Order 66. He saved me from the rogue clones and sent me to Orto Plutonia with materials to make a stasis casket. I was to wait there until I was found and delivered unto you." Kraytia tried to sound proud about this, a scoff escaping her lips. Though it was nothing to be proud of, she was being used as a tool. If anything, she was being used as a messenger, a disposable one. As a former low ranked Jedi, she was in no possible position to take him down, her training was still incomplete at this point.

"I'll see it rectified, be rest assured."

Her expression went blank, completely lost at what he was talking about. How could he rectify this? What did he mean by that? Was he messing with her? Her eyes narrowed on him again as she regained her focus. He was just outside of three feet away. A grin formed over her lips as she began to take up a new stance.

He held his weapon hand out to the side, the neutral hue casting over them both as the lights dimmed slightly.

She lunged forward, no hesitation. Her aim was to strike him from directly outside his weapon's effective radius. Sadly, with her force sight skew and scrambled, she made a fatal error. Her misconception of his range caused this action to doom her.

He swung his body to the side, bringing his weapon up at a diagonal angle. The blade of the saber suddenly elongated, increased in length.

Kraytia's eyes widened as she saw it just moments before a burning sensation met her wrist. Her blade hand left her body and clambered to the ground. The pain seethed through her, yet she tried to pull the weapon to her other hand through the force.

She was too slow.

With a flick of his own right hand, he had cleaved her remaining hand from her body. Sending it to the ground, limp. He frowned as he did this, watching as she stumbled back as she shrieked in pain and horror.

"I sur–" She went to yell out her surrender, only to feel the blade rip through her thighs, sending her to the ground legless with scorched and bloody stumps. Her wounds were smoking as she held up out her arms to 'block' any other deadly blows.

Standing above her with his weapon at his side, he stared down at her with a riveting gaze. "You surrender?" With another swift movement, her forearms rested upon her face as they were cut loose at the elbow, hanging by strings of burning flesh.

"I could attach all your limbs, right here and right now... At a price of severing you from the force, or I can space you, right here and now. What's your choice?"

From the time she had been a youngling in the Jedi Order, she had only known the Force. She worshipped it. Darkside, lightside. It was all the same, it was the force. She closed her eyes partially and glared at him for this choice.

Yet he didn't seem particularly interested in her choice. She found herself within minutes, floating in the air. Her severed body parts remained on the floor however, even the forearms which had been severed from her body.

"Times up," The Emperor stated as he looked at the girl. "For the attempted assassination of the Emperor and Empress of the Imperium, Kraytia, you are hereby found guilty and sentenced to death. May the force be with you."

This would have been her choice anyways. To die with the force, rather to die without it. To die without it she would have been lost forever.

"Goodbye, my young apprentice," Tobias said quietly, she could feel the remorse oozing of him for what he was about to do. Yet he felt no guilt, and above all, he had been absolved of any self-doubt that he may or may not have been feeling.

Kraytia smiled quietly despite all the pain which assaulted her senses. She closed her eyes the rest of the way as she could feel the world fading to darkness with a brilliant light. With the of the force, he sent the girl soaring into the vacuum of space with nothing to stop her.