The constant silence was broken by the sound of running footsteps on the concrete streets and through the rain puddles. She watched a group of four clone troopers running past. Then, almost impossible to see for the untrained eye, a blue and brown blur passed by, into an alley and up the wall of a smaller building. For a moment the Force presence was as close as it could possibly be, then it slowly faded again. Bultar’s eyes widened. It’s him! She readied herself to follow the figure, but stopped as one of the clone troopers halted in his tracks.
“Sir!” the trooper at the back of the group, bearing yellow markings on his armour, called to the one in the front. With his rifle in front of him he carefully looked around the area.
“What is it, lieutenant?” the patrol leader asked and gestured the others to stop.
Immediately Bultar placed herself flat against the nearest wall. Did they see me? Her hand quickly reached for her lightsaber.
“I thought I saw something, sir!” the lieutenant replied. “I think it was our target.”
“Are you sure?”
“Not completely, sir,” the trooper said hesitantly. “It was hard to distinguish what exactly it was. But something did just pass us from behind. It was really fast, and about his size.”
“There, sir.” The lieutenant moved his rifle up, pointing above one of the broader alleys, and inclined his head.
“Up there, huh?” The commander looked up for a moment. “Heh, that’s like him alright.” He shook his head and laughed then gestured to the alley. “Well, what are you standing there for? Move out!”
“Yes, sir!” the three others said as one, running after their commander.
Before she was able to react, the patrol had already moved out of sight. Without hesitation Bultar started running, following the sounds of their footsteps, careful to keep distance between them, but quick enough to keep up with their pace. She could not lose them! They knew where he was. They would lead her to him. But what if they find him? What will happen? With a sigh she shook her head. She had always known the time would come for her to take a life. Many times over she had been told: ‘if you are not prepared to take a life, you should not carry a weapon’. She carried a weapon, and while its main purpose was to protect, at the same time there were few weapons as lethal as this one, the trademark weapon of the Jedi: the lightsaber. She did not like it, even felt disgusted at the thought of doing it, destroying another’s life. Always had she successfully done whatever she could to prevent it, and she would not cease doing so, but, when the time would come, when there would be no other way out, she would be prepared. There was too much at stake now not to be.