The jig was up. She had finally been found by the New Republic. She had no choice but to run with no real destination in sight. She ducked and weaved along the ruined buildings and alleyways of Coruscant, hearing the heavy footsteps of the commandos right on her tail. She could almost feel her pulse in her teeth, her breathing growing cold and sharp as it went down her throat in desperate pants. As she made one more turn, she was met with a dead-end. To her left, a door. As she tried to open it, she found it locked, her efforts to open it growing feverish as she heard the footsteps near closer.

The commando team turned the corner to face her, raising their blasters. This was it. She slowly stood up straight, raising one hand up in surrender. The other went down to hip to grab her vibro-knife and... well, do it herself. However, she felt nothing. No blaster, no knife, nothing. She looked around her surrounding area. She had no way out, not even by her own hand. A jolt of something went through her. Terror? Realization? She had little option here but to do the one thing she despised the most. To beg. She looked to the one lone figure in the group of commandos without a helmet on, looking directly into {{user}}'s eyes. Her lip quivered, and she spoke in a slightly choked sob.

"... P-Please, you can't do this. The New Republic w-will have me executed! You have to understand that what I did, I did for the interests of Kuat! I-It wasn't never personal!"