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A Fall From Above	By : Poem Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 25239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No sexy times in this one guys. Just felt like writing this random tidbit with evil Revan, so feel free to skip it if you're just here for smut. I'll have more chapters up soon.
As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!
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Carth Onasi glanced down the hall behind them, gritting his teeth in frustration, trying to tune out the sound of the pick click-clicking away at the door. The apartment was near deserted on this side, just the fading sound of some kid making his way towards the elevator, and an old janitor almost out of sight, and still the soldier was more on edge than before a battle.
“This is stupid,” he thought to himself as he shifted on his feet, glancing around him again. This could cause some serious problems if they got caught. And all because the little smuggler wanted to go snooping around in other people's homes.
“Almost got it,” he heard Rinna's voice say beside him. Her hair had fallen in a curtain around her face, but he could still see the look of concentration, and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She was wicked fast with a pick, and in mere moments, the door was wooshing open quietly.
The room inside was empty, though obviously occupied. The bed was unmade, and a pile of clothes were strewn haphazardly over a pack in a chair. Rinna ignored it as she sauntered her way to the strongbox tucked away in the corner, and set to work on picking that lock as well.
Carth stepped inside with a grimace, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood, stock still, by the entrance, like a statue. He made no move to help the woman, or to stop he. He only watched quietly as she rifled through the now open box, pulling various items out and inspecting them closely.
He had protested the first time she had pulled the pick from her pocket, mere moments after they left their apartment. It was stupid to go breaking into people's homes when they were trying to keep a low profile, he had reasoned, and wrong besides. They weren't thieves, they were soldiers. She had laughed at that.
“You got an money, Onasi?” She had asked him, smiling. “You got enough to get us all the supplies we need, to feed us while we're here, to bribe and buy our way where we need to get?” There had been a laugh in her voice, but her eyes were deadly serious.
“We don't need to steal. These people didn't do anything wrong,” he told her stubbornly. She was right, though. He only had a few credits left after buying medical supplies and food for them both. It wouldn't be enough to sustain them. And it wasn't like they could find good jobs while they were here.
“Nope. Just unlucky.” She had turned back to the door then, picking it open in a couple seconds and making her way inside without a backwards glance. As it was, that room hadn't been empty. But it didn't matter now. He had stopped trying to stop her, letting her do what she would. The credits she brought in was the only source of income they had so far, and Carth knew they needed it now if they wanted to eat. But he still didn't like it.
“Jesus, I thought only nobles were allowed up here,” Rinna complained, tossing some cloth aside in annoyance. “Either these Tarisians carry all their money with them, or Taris is just poor as shit.”
Carth didn't answer. He knew they had to break in, and Rinna had the skills to get them in, but he still hated her for it. In the end, finding Bastilla was more important than anything, but he hadn't wanted to resort to this. He was a soldier of the Republic. He was a decorated officer, a war veteran. He took pride in what he was. And now he was just a common thief, helping a smuggler raid innocent people's houses.
“Ugh,” she groaned, tossing everything haphazardly back into the box and making her way to the pack on the chair. Carth looked away, letting his eyes wander around the room, wondering what type of people lived here. There were a pile of datapads sitting on the table, a scarf tossed next to them, but otherwise, the room wasn't that different from the others they had been in. The beds were in the same spot, the same table and chairs pushed against the wall, the same color carpets. It looked the same as their apartment, in fact.
Something on the wall by the bed caught his eye, and the soldier made his way over, stooping to examine the markings. A child's drawing, half hidden by the bed, was sketched into the paint, a tall woman in a big dress holding the hand of a little girl with a crown. Carth turned away, a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Yes!” Rinna crowed behind him, the sound of her trilling laughter setting his teeth on edge. “Ahahaha! Oh, you idiot, who keeps money in the bag instead of in the lockbox? What a moron!”
“Great, can we go now?”
Rinna cut him a wicked smile over her shoulder as she tucked the credits into one of her hidden shirt pockets. “What, getting nervous Onasi?”
“No, I just don't like rooting around in people's apartments while their gone.”
“What, you'd rather they be here to defend it? Itching for a fight, soldier?”
“Do we have enough?” he asked through his teeth, ignoring her jape. Rinna rolled her eyes, but dug out her pile of credits, looking them over with a critical eye.
“Yeah, I think so. Whoever lived here was saving up, seems like. We should be good for a while.”
Carth didn't have time to feel sick about the thought before the voice cut through the air behind them.
“Hold it right there.”
The pilot was facing the door, blasters out, before the sentence was finished. Rinna was right along with him, her vibroblade drawn and raring for a fight. 3 men stood in the door, guns drawn, blocking their only exit. They were all three experienced, it was obvious from the way they stood, and Carth wanted to groan at the way the lead was grinning. This wasn't going to end well, that was for sure.
“What do you want?” Rinna's voice was hard and cold, and he knew if he looked at her, she would have that proud look on her face again, every inch the warrior once more. The leader, a small dark man that looked to be in his early 40's, smiled at her causually and stepped into the apartment, his men following and closing the door behind. He looked all too comfortable with the situation for Carth's tastes. But then again, it was 3 against two, and he was the only one with blasters. They were probably feeling pretty confident right about now.
“Nothing, baby doll. Just wondering what you're doing snooping around.” One of the other men, a pretty blonde who couldn't have been more than 19, smirked and cut his eyes to the third, a tiny Rodian with a long rifle.
“This is my apartment,” Rinna cut back, ice in her voice. “I can snoop around if I'd like.”
“Really?” the man asked, smiling at her with that twisted smile. “Because I'm pretty sure this is Kaya Othas's apartment, and she's dead. So unless you're a pretty little ghost, you're trespassing.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth before Rinna lunged, lightening fast. The woman had been fast when Carth had grappled with her. With several days proper exercise and eating, she was impossible. The gun was cut from the dark man's hands before he even knew he was in danger, a single swipe sent him to the ground, clutching his chest where the blood spurted out, red and shining. The Rodian had time to get a shot off before she was on him, but it was wide, and she ran her blade through him in a single, smooth motion. The blonde was fast too, his blaster already trained on her before she could turn towards him, but Carth had buried too shots in him before he could pull the trigger.
Rinna cut her eyes at him, her mouth a thin line as she yanked the sword from the dead man's gut. “Thanks,” she said, wiping the blade clean on his tunic.
“Now can we go?” Carth asked angrily, creaking the door open and peaking out to be sure there were no reinforcements.
“In a sec,” she answered, her voice light and bouncy again. He could hear the sounds of her rifling through the dead men's things. “I might as well enjoy the spoi-”
Her voice cut off sharply in a little gasp, and Carth swung around, blaster out once more, to see the dark-haired leader with his hand buried in kneeling Rinna's auburn hair, a knife to her throat.
“Who are you people?” he spat, blood spraying out around him as he coughed harshly. The wound the smuggler had given him was bleeding profusely, Carth could see from here. He wouldn't be long in this world without some quick medical treatment, and even then he might not make it. But the knife at Rinna's throat was still just as deadly, a thin trickle of blood exaggerating that point.
“Drop the blaster,” he ordered, his voice weak, but his hand steady. Carth hesitated, searching desperately for a way out that didn't involve him going forward unarmed. His eyes found Rinna's, strangely calm in her prone position. She was sitting on her feet, her knees holding her up, and her shoulders slumped casually at her sides. Her blade had been kicked aside, away from both of them, but she didn't look concerned. Did she have a plan?
“I said drop it!” Carth grit his teeth, but did as he was bid, dropping his blaster and kicked it away. “And the other one!” His brow furrowed in frustration, but he unholstered the second gun slowly and lowered it too to the ground.
“Now who are you?” He hissed, dragging Rinna to her feet by her hair. “And I want some answers or I swear-”
He never got to finish his sentence. As she rose, Rinna stumbled, reaching out to grab the man's chest for support. But her hand didn't stop as it met the skin. In a flash, her fingers disappeared into the ragged flesh of his wound, burying into him to the wrist. A look of surprise registered on his face, before she ripped her hand out once more, gripping a handful of ragged pink flesh. It took only a second for the man to slump to the floor, dead.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Carth looked on in disbelief, and thick horror, while Rinna looked blankly at the bloody mass in her hand.
“What is she?”
Rinna's eyes snapped up to meet him, as if she had heard his thoughts. Horror slowly filled her face, and she looked back to her bloody hands, flinging their contents away in disgust. She shook them violently, as if hoping to shake the blood from them, then froze, breathing heavily.
“I,” she started in a shaky voice, looking back to him slowly, a wild, panicked look in her eyes. And then she bolted.
Carth caught her on reflex before she reached the door, dragging her away before anyone outside could see the macabre mess she was. He slammed his hand down on the control, shutting the doors, and dragging her towards the refresher. She struggled wildly in his arms, throwing her elbows out to catch him anywhere she could. He grunted as one caught him above the eye, but didn't let go of the flailing woman.
Kicking the button on the refresher door, the soldier flung her inside unceremoniously. “Clean yourself up,” he told her sharply, before the door shut with a soft hum.
It took him a moment to catch his breath. For a time, he did nothing more than focus on breathing slowly, standing facing the refresher, head down. What had just happened? One minute, she had been the same smuggler he'd known for the last few weeks, the next she was a wild animal, ripping out some man's innards. He shuddered as he remembered the way the pink flesh had oozed blood in her hand, or the ripping sound it had made as she tore it from his chest.
It was like she had snapped. Like something inside her had broken and she had given up all remnants of humanity. This wasn't the flirty smuggler, or the haughty warrior. This was something else entirely. “Can I trust someone like that?”
The easy answer to that was no. Someone who was going to go around ripping people to pieces with their hands? No way you trusted someone like that. But then, she had looked just as horrified as he did. Like she hadn't meant to do it. Like it had been an accident.
How do you accidentally rip someone's flesh out?
“Onasi!”
The call came from the other side of the door, but it didn't sound like Rinna's. It was shaking, and small, and tremulous, none of her biting tone hidden inside it. He froze, the hairs on his neck raising at the sound. He wanted nothing more than to lock her in there and leave, and never see her again. He could do it. There was a lock on this side, and it would take her a wile to pick her way out if he melted the panel with a blaster shot. He could have the apartment cleared out and on his way before she was even out of this room.
“Onasi,” came the voice again, pleading this time. It was shaking even more now, harder to understand. Was she . . . crying?
Carth closed his eyes, willing himself to walk away, to leave her here. She was more problem than she was worth, and she was dangerous besides. But even with that thought in his mind, he couldn't help but sigh, steel himself, and open the door.
She was sitting, leaning against the wall with one leg propped up and the other flung out to the side. Her hands, bloodied and shining, were holding her side, and she was making small sounds, almost as if to herself. When he stepped inside, she looked up at him, her face pale, her eyes still wide and panicked, but she looked drained too. There was a pleading in those dark blue orbs, and he pressed his lips together, hardening himself to her plea. He was going to leave her here, he had decided that now. Why had he even come in here?
But before he could turn away, her lips parted and a tiny word came out. Her hands fell away from her side then, and he saw fresh blood, pouring from where the knife was buried, hilt-deep, in her side.
“Help.”
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