She could feel him here, somewhere.
His presence in the Force surrounded her like ripples in a pond. He was strong with the Dark Side-- even if she hadnât sensed it, his reputation preceded him. She knew exactly who she was dealing with, and though a niggling sliver of doubt clawed at the back of her mind, she refused to give it any purchase.
                     No, sheâd dealt with Sith Lords before.
                        Obi-Wan Kenobi was no different.
Her yellow lightsaber hummed steadily in her hands, lending her strength. Her clone commander-- Alpha-17-- was preoccupied with the invading force and would be unable to provide her with backup. She was alone-- for better or for worse-- but she refused to let that thought get the better of her.Â
            She had the Force,
                she had her training,
                   she had her own STRENGTH.Â
                                                 That was enough.
      âI know youâre here, Kenobi.â
Asajjâs low voice purred from beneath the cowl of her brown cloak. She knew she was being watched, but she was still uncertain of his intent. She was ready for an attack, as always-- but from what sheâd heard of Kenobi, that wasnât his style. He liked to TALK.
