Eᴠᴇ.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀Ᏼ ɪ ᴏ ɢ ʀ ᴀ ᴘ ʜ ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ʟ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀Ꮖ ɴ ғ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ;

blended in perfectly with her fellow Knights. ⠀⠀ “What is your purpose here?” Eve enquired commandingly, “Your appearance is - unfamiliar.”

as a result - which, of course, happened to be something the Knight could not care less about. If anything, it was an improvement; she —

heavy, black helmet. When she spoke, her tone was accompanied by a vocally deepening and altering enhancement. She barely sounded feminine —

did not recognise the stranger and that made her slightly - unfortunately - uncomfortable. ⠀⠀ Eve cocked her head, guised in its usual —

struck nowhere but dead ahead...and dead ahead did another woman stand in her path. Eve halted once they were considerably closer, for she —

she and her close comrades laid waste to those ‘fighters for justice’ before. ⠀⠀ Pacing down the bleach-lit corridor, Eve's line of sight —

life. Leave only blood in the wake of Ren. ⠀⠀ It would not be a long process - at least, it had never been the countless amount of times —

painful while, the Knight of Ren's thoughts were focused on one aim alone: ⠀⠀ To annihilate those Resistance scum. Wipe their base dry of —

Eve exited her barren chambers with both silence and a stoic expression set in her stone features. Yet again, but for the first time in a —

channelling the Force and exerting the energy it gave her into physical power that she would use in battle - a battle beginning soon. —

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ♞ 。˚ ˚ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Ꮯʟᴏsᴇᴅ Ꭱᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ⠀⠀⠀| @_loyal_sith | ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀˚ ˚。♞ ᔕhe spent these last few seconds of serenity wisely, —

would not allow herself to become this compromised again - that, she swore silently to herself.

meant to anger this Knight of Ren. ⠀⠀⠀ The moment the convoy hit the ground, Eve paced with significant effort towards it. She /certainly/ —

her - immediately, with the blade she'd taken clean-through her left calf, and had also pulled out after its handler discovered what it —

a minor cut or bruise, but Dr. Alianovna Zahhak was whom one would desire most when it came to more problematic wounds. Thus Eve required —

was a hulking thing, its colour palette singular - grey - as well as its superior staff. Yes, there were many inferior nurses to deal with —

distinct noises of an approaching, heavy-engined convoy brought her back out. ⠀⠀⠀ Eve's dark eyes flickered over to the medical convoy. It —

slight and shallowed rasp, returned to its peaceful and repetitive wisp. As Eve felt her mind slip back into thoughtless tranquility, the —

recoloured grass. ⠀⠀⠀ With a slip of her right index finger, the Knight's blade was silenced. She too quietened. Her breathing, once of —