Qi’ra had never felt more special in her life. As she exited the Senate Building with the sword in hand everyone they passed glanced at her with shock. No weapons, besides the authorized personnel throughout the building, were allowed to have weapons in the vicinity, making her all the more intriguing.
She loved the feel of its weight in her hands. There was something unspeakably powerful about the sword that, as she held it her grip, gave her the guts to pursue her plan of eventually bringing Maul down and showing him who was boss. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Eight
T-38 was nervous. More nervous than she had been for a long time. The Emperor wasn’t someone to be trifled with and he didn’t summon visitors very often. That made his audience with Qi’ra all the more intriguing.
When Qi’ra had left the room she had looked back at T-38 with legitimate fear in her gaze. At that moment T-38 wanted to jump from her chair and demand to join Qi’ra’s side with her audience with The Emperor. Unfortunately, she knew if she did, she would have disgraced Qi’ra.
So, she was forced to wait for Qi’ra’s return and Moff Arnim took this chance as the perfect opportunity to learn Crimson Dawn’s secrets through her and Nienye in seemingly harmless conversation. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Seven
Meeting The Emperor
Qi’ra followed behind the Imperial Royal Guard in a daze. The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears and senators and Imperial political figures went by in a blur as she tried desperately to breathe and not hyperventilate. It was kind of hard not to though.
She had heard many stories about The Emperor, some were blood-curdling. Now she was about to meet him, face to face, and she didn’t know what to think about it. To make things worse, she wasn’t accompanied by T-38 or Nienye.
The guard eventually stopped before a door, turning to her and looking at her. She looked at the guard and found it disconcerting that she couldn’t see anything behind his mask. No eyes, no expression, nothing. He was a faceless being wielding a deadly looking pike that she knew could kill her with one jab. She couldn’t mask her nervousness nor did she try to. Behind this door was The Emperor and she was afraid.
“The Emperor awaits you,” the guard said.
She nodded. She faced forward and as she stepped toward the door it slid open. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Six
The rest of the Senate meeting went well enough but Qi’ra knew she had made enemies and she loved the prospect. Those enemies, however, confronted her after the meeting and to her great surprise, they were representatives of her fellow crime syndicates in the galaxy.
Apparently, her partnership with the Moff without the syndicates’ consent made them feel belittled by her power. And this insecurity had them quivering with rage. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Five
Nienye stood in the lobby of the building the Imperial Captain had offered them to stay in during their visit to Coruscant, his gaze roaming the throng of individuals walking through the area to their various destinations.
He fixed the high collar of his dark blue and golden tunic, an especially fancy garment that was more fit for nighttime life rather than going to the Senate Building. But he wanted to make an impression on the political figures of the Empire, considering that he may never get the chance to be in the presence of such powerful people again. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Four
A cloaked individual stands in a dark alley in Coruscant. In the darkness, another man appears dressed in a crimson hooded cloak followed by seven black robots with red pinpoints of light for eyes and grates for mouths filled with neon red light.
“Where is she?” the man in the crimson cloak asks.
“Not yet. I’ll tell you when it’s time,” the cloaked person says. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Thirty-Three