You guys want a teaser of what’s to come in Saber? Here you go…

“So you didn’t get scared off, slave.”

“Not in a million standard years, Aisha.”

Aisha turned to Jade. Her upper half was still rather exposed; it seemed she wasn’t about to give Jade the respect she deserved by covering herself with heavy armor. She must be arrogant.

Aisha smirked at Jade, then gestured to her right. Far to the side sat an actual, wooden coffin.

“I have it all ready for you, Jade.”

Jade’s jaw locked, she fell in her stance, and charged forward. Their blades smashed against each other, red on red, Jade’s lips pulled into a scowl while Aisha’s sat in a toying little smirk. They recoiled, breaking through each other’s guards with rather even strength. The cuts they landed were minor and frequent as they threw each other across the room with the Force, as they slammed down into the metal floor and sent the ground rippling. The invisible hand of the Force would come upon each other and choke them before their grip was broken. Sweat broke out on Jade’s brow and her breath grew labored as the fight dragged on. Aisha’s breath mimicked her, but her smirk remained. And that’s when it happened. With a wave of her hand, Aisha vanished, her Force presence disappearing. Jade’s heart raced. She whirled around, trying to reach out with the Force and find her enemy, or hear her, or anything. She slammed her palm against the ground and sent it rippling again, hoping it would trip Aisha up. But she didn’t reveal herself.

Jade heard the hum of the lightsaber reactivate. She heard the step and felt the presence of someone else. She started to turn but she was too slow. The taint of pain bit at the back of her armor, the heat rushed over her back. The armor broke under the heated blade of a lightsaber and gave way to its will.

“Die, slave.”

The lightsaber slipped right through her side, the red hue coming out in front of her. Jade stared at it with horror. Aisha’s foot planted on the back of Jade’s spine, shoved her forward, and deactivated her lightsaber. Before Jade collapsed, she grabbed her and dragged her to the coffin. Roughly, Jade was thrown inside, who was still struggling to breathe around the pain, and the top was slammed above her.

“Nighty-night, slave.” Aisha tapped on the wood a few times, laughed, and Jade could hear her walk away.

Her fingers grasped her wound, gasping with pain. She needed to get up. She needed to push the wooded top off of her. She couldn’t sit here and die. She wouldn’t sit here and bloody die. Her fingers pressed against the top, gingerly moving the top off. The process was painfully slow—and quite literally as well. She knew some healing techniques, but her power had waned. The Force wasn’t going to help her at the moment. The lid fell to the side loudly. One arm sat on the side of the coffin as she attempted to leverage herself into a sitting position.

The agony shot through her. She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming, her eyes closing and her breath catching. In fact, her breath didn’t come back. Her breath decided it was abandoning ship and left her trying for air with no success. She fell back, hard, into the coffin. Her face distorted with pain. Her ears rang. Her head pounded. She was seriously going to die like this? After everything she worked for?

As her consciousness abandoned her, she cursed her own stupidity. If she was going to die here, she was going to die angry at herself.

How will Jade survive this? Will Jade survive this?

Everything is a mystery, my friends. The Sith aren’t ones to run out of tricks up their sleeves.