Some where near Coruscant.
mwaka 57 BBY.
Electric sparks and laughter echoed through out the hall . The sweet smell of sweat tantalized the senses as did the dear face of her opponent.
Sota Slayer woke to that fading memory, as she trailed her quarry. Getting up from her command chair to recalibrate the trekta beam's settings, she caught a tear sliding like a thief down her cheek. Sota wiped the offensive liquid onto her koti, jacket with disgust. If she'd never had any feelings her life would have been so much for the better. " But then who would wewe be?" The chuckling maoni made her jump. Closing...
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