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A House Built Upon Anger

Poe

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​Naboo, a planet steeped in history was now on the radar of The Sith Ascendancy, a planet almost rich in Force Sensitive individuals just ripe for the picking, just as Plagueis once took an upcoming politician to succeed him. Little did the Munn Sith Lord know he had put in motion an event that would forever shape the galaxy. An event, the Rule of Two worshipers could never foresee. But that was history.

​But that was history, this was the present. The Naboo monarchy desperately tried to distance themselves from that past, only to invite trouble once again into their court. As the gathered delegates sat amidst their invitees, the head Inquisitor of the Sith Ascendancy sat silently dancing around the cooked meat slapped on her plate; feeling appalled by the state of the flesh.

​Digging through the flesh, a sign of anger drew across the room, like a cold feeling that made the gathered crowd uncomfortable; minus one. ​"I believe there is someone here that wishes to speak of their in lot in life," I said letting my fork drop on my plate. ​"You know slavery is not welcomed by all," ​I added. Standing up and producing my hilt, I continued, ​"There is a slave among us tied to a slaver. Come forth now beautiful one and cast the finger upon the one that ties you."


[member="Stardust Raxis"]
 
Stardust was late, it wasn't helping her anger that her speeder had given out halfway. She was radiating anger and irritation right now. As she entered the place all eyes were on her, she let a sigh out and stopped seeing [member="Darth Sarcophago"], she wasn't stupid to see she had a hilt produced. She gave a simple smile as she moved forward

my apologies for being late, I had some trouble with my speeder and had to walk...as for you ma'am...a slave doesn't need a saber to be tied...the past in itself is a slaver

She said and sat by the lady, Stardust had her sabers on her however they were tucked and hidden away as she cleared her throat and got a little but of food...the crowd going back to normal as started retreated her firce signature but it bubbled and anyone skilled would be able to tell

The slave in the room was her
 

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