An Imminent Fate
Qi’ra looked up and saw a shaft of red light pouring from a hole in the ceiling. She had fallen ten feet into a dark cave whose walls were lined with the brambled tree’s roots that snaked toward the surface. In the darkness, she could hear the distinct squeak of bats. Her heart hammered in response.
There was the hum of a lightsaber as Maul appeared at the edge of the hole, his form a shadow against the maroon backdrop of the nighttime sky. And then he jumped into the cave before her, his blood-red lightsaber bathing the darkness in a haunting glow. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Nine →
Sitting in her room aboard Dryden Vos’s yacht, First Light, Qi’ra couldn’t believe T-38 was dead. She had taken the cyborg for granted and now that her voice was missing, that her presence was no longer felt aboard this yacht that she called home, she now realized how much he had grown to need T-38’s companionship.
Now, without her, there was a deep void. A void that Nienye had created. She couldn’t believe it. She trusted Nienye. She even had admitted to herself that she was in love with him. Only for him to stab her in the back and T-38 would end up becoming the consequence of this deception. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Six →
Captain Peer couldn’t believe what had happened. Since the party the previous evening Crimson Dawn leader Qi’ra had nearly been assassinated, her bodyguard, the stern cyborg woman named T-38 was dead, and her top lieutenant was apparently the orchestrator of Qi’ra’s attempted assassination.
As he walked across the tarmac filled with Star Destroyers alongside a subtly seething Qi’ra he could only think of one thing to say: “I knew your top lieutenant was untrustworthy.” Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Four →
Nienye stood in the lobby of the building the Imperial Captain had offered them to stay in during their visit to Coruscant, his gaze roaming the throng of individuals walking through the area to their various destinations.
He fixed the high collar of his dark blue and golden tunic, an especially fancy garment that was more fit for nighttime life rather than going to the Senate Building. But he wanted to make an impression on the political figures of the Empire, considering that he may never get the chance to be in the presence of such powerful people again. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Four →
Lord Maul’s Message
When Qi’ra emerged from the room upstairs nearly a full minute after the Imperial officer and his Imperial squad had left the party, Nienye knew something was going on.
As he approached her she smiled at him, a gleam in her eye. He smiled warily in return.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Pack your things. We’re leaving for Coruscant.”
Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Twenty-Six →
Back on the planet Polaris, aboard First Light, there was a small celebration taking place. The members of the Shadow Council had arrived to congratulate Qi’ra on her risky mission and its near-impossible success. Regaining the coaxium meant their pockets would not be harmed and for that they were grateful. Even Ziya Rheeves, mean as she often was, offered her genuine compliments to Qi’ra, surprising her.
The celebration was created specifically as a sort of after-party for the triumphant outcome of the mission and for the most part, Qi’ra was having a good time. There were singing and dancing, eating and laughing; plenty of joy.
The evening only got better when T-38, fresh with new parts and her blond hair no longer braided but instead hanging to her shoulder, entered the room wearing her dark clothes and patented cloak. Bits of her human face was still bruised and scarred but she looked more alive than ever.
Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Twenty-Four →