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Both women's faces were tattooed heavily, black marks cascading down from their eyes to below their lips. They wore both purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner from what she could see as they moved into the light provided by the scattered overhead lamps. She could tell they also had yellowish eyes, glowing lightly in the dim light of the warehouse. The one by the cutter had a bit of a purple tone to her eyes, while the other had some red mixed in, only becoming visible as they moved into the better lit, central area. Both were also almost entirely bald except for a topknot which flowed down their backs in a cascade of green.
As they moved forward, both women activated red-bladed lightsabers. The hissing sizzles of their movements rose to match that coming from Aayla's own weapons. The blades were shorter than most lightsabers the Jedi Order used, but not quite short enough to be a shoto.
Both of them began to swing their lightsabers in wide flowing arcs as they moved forward, sneering at her. "Run away, little Jedi. Run home to your master. The Night Sisters were commissioned to guard this one," said one of them, gesturing over her shoulder with a flick of her head to the unconscious form of some kind of reptilian alien lying in front of the gangplank leading up to the ship. "This one belongs to us until our contract is fulfilled. Run away and live!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Aayla said calmly, moving through the crates to meet them as the two of them moved backwards, allowing her to get out into the more open area of the warehouse so that they could circle around her like two predators circling a juicy bantha. "That man is wanted for crimes against the Republic. You two can walk away if you wish. But if you don't, might I have your names before we start?"
Despite her tone, inside Aayla was anything but calm. At first after feeling the presence of these two she had indeed thought she should retreat, but something had stopped her. First, of course, was the idea that the person behind this operation might get away. That should have been enough on its own, but it wasn't her main motivator. The fact Aayla would be admitting that she couldn't handle this, the idea that she would have to run to Harry or her master to help her just like Harry had to on Tatooine, this was what drove her. That thought galled Aayla more than it really should have for a Jedi, even a padawan, pushing Aayla to be a little more reckless than she should honestly have been against two unknown, lightsaber wielding Force sensitives of unknown power and abilities.
But the concern that she should have felt against this unknown threat didn't register. The thought uppermost in her mind was simply, I am not a kriffing damsel in distress!
"What, not going to even call for help? How boooring," said the woman who had been nearest the cutter. She looked at Aayla closely for a moment, frowning as if she felt something there but couldn't quite make it out, which was in fact the case. They could sense something was unusual about this Twi'lek Jedi, but not what. It was making them slightly more wary of Aayla than would otherwise have been the case given the Rutian Twi'lek's age, but their inherent arrogance was overcoming that. "As for names, mine is Sister Veroa, and this is Sister Mature."
The Night Sisters were a sect of Force users who traditionally stayed on their own planet of Dathomir, due to both agreements with the Jedi Order and with the majority of the planet's Force-using population. While the planet itself was not in the Outer Rim, it was very low-tech, and the Force was strong there, shown in the sheer number of Force users the planet produced. Most of those Force users, however, kept to the light side of things, even if their ways were nowhere near the Jedi norm. This was why the Jedi had never forced the planet into compliance.
The Night Sisters, however, did not subscribe to the beliefs of the rest of the planet. They were a sect that reached out to the Dark Side and to a version of it that looked almost like magic to those who witnessed their high ceremonies.
Veroa and Mature were two of a few Night Sisters who had been sent off-planet, their services loaned out to underworld criminals and other types of that nature as bodyguards and assassins in exchange for supplies for their planet. Their present job had been most unpleasant, keeping the Falleen's pheromones from effecting them and dodging his attempts to flirt with them was a full time job. Despite that, the task paid well, and it looked to be interesting now despite the recent events.
The plan had been to wait until most of the attackers were busy fighting inside the base before trying to get away, then extorting lots and lots of money out of their employer, but that could wait until they dealt with the child Jedi facing them. We did not expect a confrontation with the Jedi, but neither will we run from it! A chance to prove ourselves against the cursed light siders does not come along often, after all.
"I'll say it again," Aayla said, her voice calm as she centered herself in the Force, turning slightly around in a circle to stare first at one so-called Night Sister then the other. "I have no quarrel with you two, only your employer."
"You want him, come take him," Veroa said with a scoff as she took up a position between their employer and the little Jedi. Both sisters assumed the Jedi would try to grab him and run rather than fight two on one like this, since most Jedi were known as cowards and weaklings among the Night Sisters.
"If I have to," Aayla said, then darted, not towards Sister Veroa, but towards Sister Mature, her lightsabers flashing up. But for a split second one of her hands was actually pointing over her shoulder. As she brought her lightsaber downwards in a stroke towards Mature, a finger flicked out, sending a stunning technique towards Sister Veroa.
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