Thread: A Chance In The Force (Seven x Capt)

Kiayra was running. It was, all things considered, one of the many things she was good at. It was something, along with her odd ability and canniness to judge distance and height and make near gravity defying leaps across buildings and ledges that the watch guards cursed her for. Kiayra, on the other hand, had no limitations, and very little fear. She leaped from the path walk to the bottom of a speeder bike, holding on as the bike rose into the sky, before swinging off to a higher level path. Her feet, clad in light cover armor, were already moving. There was little chance she would be caught. As she always did, she would fade, an invisible face, lost. Gathering secrets that could not be shared, and sharing them. Except, this time was different. Kiarya had spent years doing this. She was a thief, a rebel. Her city called her a traitor, the Order called her an disturbance and threat, but the people called her a liberator. She stole from the Jedi Order that had segregated themselves from the rest of the Jedi here, stealing the secrets they so wanted to protect, stole from those who rebelled against the order, and stole from the rich. She gave to the poor, and shared the most important truths. Kiayra had a bounty on her capture alive of more than anyone in the ten cities. They called her White Shadow. She dressed in white, a signature dark red scarf around her neck and lower face she wore a full mask, and had never revealed her face. The Jedi refused to send their kind to stop her before. Today, the King demanded it. The Order complied. The White Shadow had taken a hologram chip containing the names of each Jedi of the Ten, and those who hid as guards for the King. It was priceless information. Today there was not just Watch and guards chasing her. There were Jedi. She skid as she ran into them, six Jedi of the Ten, easily circling her. She had been trapped, lead straight into them. Twirling, underneath her googles, bright green eyes searched in a raging panic for a way out when six minds reached out at once, touching her mind with a heavy, heavy weight. No! Kiayra screamed, backing away, as if it could help before trying to run. The weight on her body, pushing into her thoughts brought her flat on the ground in a painful fall. Her body reflexively curled into itself, trying to protect her thoughts, her memories. These were not the Jedi of The Old Republic their sense of right and wrong had long since strayed, despite their general policy to never interfere. Get out of my head! Kiayra screamed once more before the world went black. It had taken six of them to break through her thoughts they had only had a second, but they knew things about her that she did not, and the things she knew. She would be strong in the force if she learned to harness it, her knowledge and clearly stealth useful. She was taken to court, and kept subdued, hand cuffed. Some Jedi argued that the girl should be taken into training, that she is an asset. Most said she needed to be stopped before she began. The King was a blood-seeking fool, who had a knack for games. He had a great maze in a stadium in his city, where he sent prisoners and traitors to die. Once he pulled her mask off, stroking her cheeck as she spit on him, he laughed. She dies, he said. His word was law. The next morning, the next game began. She was left with her clothes and armor, given her mask back, and was given an entrance, a solid room with three walls and one door, that opened the maze. Ki had seen the maze before it was a terrible fate. One she accepted. A televised event was a terrible stage for one with secrets. She clenched her fist as she waited for the door to open. Outfit reference Underneath the mask