thecanarylives: (white canary: side eye)
thecanarylives ([personal profile] thecanarylives) wrote in [personal profile] twelve_not_fourteen 2017-06-27 04:33 am (UTC)

Once the suns set and the chill of night settles in, it's easy enough to get around. The Hutt's aren't particularly tech savvy, so finding a way in that's lightly guarded only takes a few minutes, and all she needs is a knife and the element of surprise to start picking them off one by one.

Maybe it's wrong, that she feels nothing as she makes her way through the palace, a trail of blood in her wake. But if it means getting to Han faster, getting him out of this place and these shitty people, then so be it.

The majority of the palace is asleep, but that doesn't mean it's easy. Three, four, five at a time, even more once they start realizing they're under attack.

She's smeared in blood by the time she gets to the basement, breathless and disheveled but mostly unharmed. She stares at the slab of carbonate a moment, sickness churning in her stomach at the sight of it before she starts to fiddle with the programming. It hisses, thudding heavily onto the ground before it starts to melt.

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