Tahiri paused and cocked her head, processing what Ashe had just said. Glancing back at Blackhawk to see his reaction, he looked halfway between interested and confused. It interested her as well, the momentary thought was intriguing; overthrow Solas, take his place at the head of the Syndicate, while Hawk becomes head of the Grey Wolves as he hoped to do. She knew that Blackhawk may, and most likely would take, Ashe up on her proposal. However, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, How was she and Blackhawk with a handful of acolytes and over operatives supposed to overthrow a seasoned warrior, who had been through many more battles then any and possibly all of them together. Solas Night-Thorn had survived against all odds, quite literally. Though with another glance back at him, she could see that Blackhawk had his doubts as well.
“Why would you even suggest such a thing, and how would all, if not at least most, of us survive to even have a Syndicate to run?” asked Tahiri lowering her blade. “Our Master, Solas Night-Thorn has survived much more than any of us. So, let me ask you this,” raising an eyebrow. “How are we supposed to overthrow one the most powerful Sith, and Necromancer, on this planet?"
“Yes,” Blackhawk stepped forward beside Tahiri. “How would you propose that we do that?”
“You could take over the Syndicate now and when he returns, you both would have enough power behind you to overwhelm him,” she reasoned anxiously.
“Even with the full force of the Syndicate behind us, it still wouldn’t be enough,” replied Tahiri shaking her head.
“What do you mean Tahiri?” asked Blackhawk. “This could be our chance to be rid of this monster. Don’t tell me you’re actually going to defend HIM?!”
“Yes, and no,” she said with a sigh, looking at Blackhawk with a weary look on her face. “You know I hate it when he hurts you, for you are like family to me, like my brother. However, Master also feels like family…” she looked back at Ashe as she whispered under her breath, “even more than that.”
Blackhawk could barely make out that last part, he was about to ask what she had meant by that, but decided against it. He understood her unwillingness to not betray their Master.
“Oh, come on, there is no such thing as family to a Sith,” Ashe exclaimed looking between Tahiri and Blackhawk. “You can’t actually believe that the all mighty Supreme Leader cares anything about family, do you?”
Tahiri’s face turned hard as the fire within her eyes reignited. “How dare you say that,” she shouted, her fist tightening around her sabers hilt and standing straighter. “He knows and certainly cares more about family then you do!! His own daughter, whom he knew nothing about, showed up out of the vastness of space, and what did he do? Huh? He didn’t turn her away, he took her in!! Both of you,” she glanced at Blackhawk. “Can’t tell me that he is a man who doesn’t care about family.”
Sighing, Blackhawk nodded in agreement. “Also, I just realized that we would probably have to take down Dox, as well as our Master, to gain control of the Syndicate, and we certainly would not survive an encounter with him.” A very visible shudder ran through all of them, as they remembered one time or another when each of them had seen what happened to someone who displeased the Dashade.
“Well then?” asked Tahiri, as she looked at Blackhawk for an answer. Even though she already knew his answer since his revelation.
“Well, I guess,” he replied with a grimace and a nod. “You know my answer Tahiri. As I believe I know yours. May as well get on with it.” He sheathed his black vibrosword, turned and walked over to lean against the side of a tree, not too far away, to watch while he recuperated a bit.
Realizing her plan to stay alive failed miserably, Ashe looked around, and seeing a fallen trooper behind her, she looked back as Tahiri started to advance once more. Tahiri watched with no emotion as the woman struggled to escape. The Zelton managed to crawl her way to another of the dead troopers, searching anxiously for a weapon. She strained to get a pistol from its holster, but it was too late. Ashe suddenly felt a tightening feeling around her neck, before she fully realized it though, she was wrenched from the ground and found herself dangling.
Tahiri cocked her head, watching the woman kick and struggle without avail against the cold grasp of the Force. Continuing to advance up to Ashe until she stopped about three feet away, just out of range of getting kicked.
“You really think we’d be stupid enough to fall for something so… so ludicrous?” she smirked, as Ashe began to turn redder than her skin, and her eyes bulged slightly from the pressure being exerted on her larynx.
“Did you believe that I would betray my Master in that way?” her smirk turned into an evil looking grin, as she let up only slightly on her hold around her neck to let her answer. Grasping Ashe hung there for a moment staring at Tahiri, unable to think of anything to say.
“Well then, since you really don’t know anything about my Master, my brother or myself,” she said, as she looked the woman straight in the eye. “Then you don’t know the Sith.”
Ashe stopped struggling for a moment, Tahiri’s eyes held hers, even though she wished to look away, as the fire within them slowly smoldered. The Togruta took a step forward closer now, holding the saber close to the woman’s right knee. Ashes’ gut twisted in horror as she watched the sinister smile make its way across Tahiri’s face. She didn’t notice until it was too late, for there was no emotion or sign in Tahiri’s face of what she was going to do, as she felt the searing pain of the lightsaber on her leg.
The scream that managed to escape Ashes lips, was one that would have curdled the blood of any normal person. However, it didn’t effect Tahiri one bit, except as a bemusement of her own. In one fluid motion of her wrist and arm, she had separated both of Ashes’ legs right at the kneecap. Looking down, she watched as blood dripped from parts of the stumps where the saber hadn’t cauterized. The woman, maddened by pain, tried to kick her in the head, not realizing yet that both of her legs were gone. The only thing to hit Tahiri was drops of crimson blood, which splashed across the front of her clothing, her arms and her face. She watched as Ashe stopped kicking for a moment in shock, the confusion in her eyes as to why she hadn’t been able to kick Tahiri away. Tahiri extinguished her saber and then slowly lifted her right hand to her face and wiped a little of the blood off her cheek with the back of it. Looking at her hand, then up back up at Ashe, she smiled as she licked the blood off.
With no warning, Tahiri threw Ashe to the side, as if angry, saying sarcastically as she did, “Now look at what you’ve done, you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself.” Laughing as the Zelton coughed, and then angrily tried to pick herself up, falling back onto her forearms. When she finally turned on her side and saw what was left of her legs, she screamed again.
Blackhawk took a stood back in revulsion. “Oh my… Tahiri what are you doing?” he asked with shock and disgust.
“I’m giving her what she deserves,” growled Tahiri, annoyed with her brother for trying to rune her fun.
“Tahiri just kill her and be done with it,” he said as he began to step forward, then stopped.
“What, and miss out on the fun of finally getting to torment her?” asked Tahiri turning to face him.
“Ummm…” Blackhawks’ eyes grew wide, as he slowly drew his vibrosword. “Tahiri, come towards me… now… slowly.”