Tomorrow's Problems... Today..

[Honor]

Several weeks after the events of the Kamdan uprising, the summit of the mighty mountain, the Shelf of the World, stood proudly. Quiet cold whipped at the mountain top. Snow settled on the flat peak and a black boot stepped angrily into it. Leaving the mark of the boot firmly in place.

"Weakling," she said, furious, "I always said he was weak. Weak. Weak. Pathetic and weak. Why the Grand Inquisitor allowed him here to come alone," she fumed in her frustration, shouted non-verbally into the wind. Black hair cut shorter than an inch on one half of her head, brought over and spiked. Dark tattoos around her eyes the woman wore a provocative dress. Seemingly being kept warm by her rage alone.

"You should calm down," the woman with long blonde curly hair said, the hood of her ensemble covering her head, though the rest of her attire was rather tight. Almost like she belonged on a carnival stage somewhere. "You're going to use up all the air."

"If they fought here there's enough air for me to scream!" the dark haired woman snapped, spinning on a heel and raising a finger to the other woman.

"Our young brother was a failure, it happens," the blonde said, kneeling by a patch of snow and brushing it aside. Small indentations where the lightsaber fell when Arwen dropped it so long ago still showed how it was snatched up by Solork. Touching it, in a flash, the woman knew all she needed to know. "There was a fight here.. only one of them was a Jedi."

"Only one? Worthless," she sneered, stormed off toward the stone pedestal and looked at it, read it. Then looked out to the desert to the south.

"His heart was heavy.." she said, pushing her fingers into the dirt underneath the snow, "he wanted to die.." she scrunched up her face, sniffled. "Wonder why Lord Vader didn't sense this. What do you think?"

"I think Lord Vad-" the blonde haired woman cut her off, "Be very careful about what you are about to say, fourteen."

Pursing her mouth the Fourteenth Sister closed her eyes, calmed her temper, focused. "Vader.. Vader may have known. Decided that if he at least caused some damage it would be worthwhile?" she suggested.

"See?" the 12th Sister said, "When you've calmed down you can think much more clearly.." she snorted, "you even start making sense."

"I will cut out your tongue," the 14th replied, a cold anger this time.

"You might try but," she waved a hand, "we're getting away from ourselves. Stop distracting the topic," she turned from the 14th, brushing aside some more of the snow. Finding Arwen's blood caked into the dirt. Old.. no, frozen.. no, preserved. Smiling as she brought a recently un-gloved hand to touch it the 12th closed her eyes and saw him, how he stood with someone else, smiling. Feeling.. closer...

"What are you even doing?" 14th asked, her voice piercing.

It was lost, in a snap that caused the twelfth pain the thread was lost in the Force, shutting her eyes tight she screamed with her mouth closed, angry. Then breathed out, "You ruined my concentration," she said, annoyed.

"You didn't have anything," 14th sneered.

"I did," 12th said, closing her fist tight.

"Better luck next time?" she mocked, flashing a vicious grin.

"You are nothing but a nuisance!" 12ths voice was shrill.

"When we find him, I'm gonna be the one that gets him, unless you think you can beat me?"

"You're a child, anyone can best someone so immature," 12th brought her blade out to her side, igniting the red saber.

"Show me then," a wild, angry grin, she ignited her own double-sided saber.

On that mountain-top they clashed. Neither ended up wounding the other because they both knew the repercussions. Yet the fight was settled.. oor merely forgotten.

Their quarry left a trail and they would find it.