Ronin's Path I: Journey Through Darkness has three chapters to go, which also means three chapters to go until Nolat gets her time to shine. (She's playing a major role in the sequal). And uhm... she's growing restless. I've recently written a whole bunch of scenes featuring her in a variety of situations across the Star Wars timeline (Also one of the reasons for that whole nickname list I did a while ago)
Most of these scenes could probably have whole fanfics written around them, but since I don't really have the time to write a dozen fanfics at this point, I'll just post them here occasionally.
To start things of, we got an AU where Nolat fights General Grievous:
Behind her, Nolat heard something coughing. She immediately spun around.
Someone stalked towards her. From the outside, it was impossible to see if they were a droid, a living being, or something else entirely. But Nolat sensed him in the Force. A cyborg.
The Droid commander came to a halt a few steps away from her, and let out another cough. His head turned towards Nolat. "Jedi," he hissed.
Nolat took out one of her lightsabers. Both of its blades flickered on at the same time. "Guess again."
"No matter," Grievous declared. "Your lightsaber will make excellent additions to my collection."
Nolat smirked. "I think this one might be too much to wield, even for you, Skill-less droid."
"What did you just call me?" Grievous growled.
"Oh look, you can't even hear me," Nolat mocked him. "Someone should send you back to the factory to run a full diagnostic. Who knows what other critical failures you may have."
"Do not mock me, child. You will die," the cyborg threatened her. "I have been trained in your Jedi arts by-"
"Yeah, yeah, big deal," Nolat yawned. "Last I checked Jedi don't need spinning limbs to wield a lightsaber. You must be a truly terrible fighter if you need all these fancy gadgets to keep up."
Grievous let out a screeching howl, and charged her. Nolat swiftly rolled out of the way, igniting her second lightsaber as she did so. The cyborg turned around, and attacked again. She was ready for him.
He struck with all four blades. Nolat blocked all four. Grievous continued to charge, determined to kill her. Each of his strikes was met with one of her blades. Grievous may have had strength on his side, but Nolat was faster. She jumped and ducked between his blades, like some sort of acrobatic.
"Sloppy," she commented, as she batted away another attack. "If Count Corruption really taught you, he must be a truly terrible duelist. I could do this in my sleep."
This just angered the cyborg more, and his attacks became even more aggressive. It took Nolat more and more effort to continue dodging his attacks. She'd anticipated this, though. Even counted on it.
"Come to think of it," she continued. "I could probably do this with a single blade. You wouldn't mind me borrowing one, would you?"
If Grievous heard her, he gave no sign of it. His attacks continued, and soon, he did exactly what Nolat had hoped for. He overextended himself.
It was one of his arms, coming straight at her, unprotected. Nolat raised one of her twinsabers, cutting it off right before it struck her face. In one fell swoop, she extinguished her own lightsabers, and took the one from Grievous's hand.
"Jedi scum!" The cyborg hissed.
"Skill-less droid," Nolat shot back.
Grievous charged her again, even more recklessly than the previous times. Nolat saw an opening, and took it. A moment later, she fell to the ground, panting.
"Good fight," she puffed. "We should do it again some time."
The cyborg did not respond. His head was detached from his body, which now collapsed to the ground.
After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, Nolat stood up. She kicked the head away, and it went flying over the cliff edge. Then she turned the body around, pushing aside the chestplates, revealing an exposed heart which was no longer beating.
Nolat used the lightsaber she'd taken from him to burn through his now lifeless heart. "Pathetic," she mumbled, as she kicked against the rotating limbs. "Dirty cheater."
Using the Force, she called the other three lightsaber to her. She didn't know these hilts. They'd been owned by Jedi who Grievous killed. She sighed. "Guess I'll take these with me next time I visit their temple," she said to the headless corpse. After stashing away the lightsabers in her cloak, she lifted the body until she reached a nearby sewer exit. "You can go rest in piss now, Skill-less droid. Literally." She threw the body in the waste stream, and watched as it floated away.