Darth Imperia was on the hunt. She’d been on a similar hunt once, during her time as Darth Vitium’s Apprentice. It was during that little expedition that she encountered Salacious Vexx, a Zabrak with an attitude problem and more ego than skill. She’d crushed her quarry then, taken his arm and his pride. Hopefully, this expedition would have a happier ending. Well, ‘happy.’ An ending that was beneficial to the newly Knighted Sith, at least.
She was looking for an Apprentice. It was, perhaps, a sign of her arrogance that she was doing so, so soon after shedding the title herself – but the Dark Side had called her to Coronet City, and she, a servant of the Darkness, had no choice but to heed that call. She prowled the streets of Corellia’s capital with eyes closed – partly because she trusted the Force to guide her to her destination, but also partly because it caused less distress in the throngs that surrounded her. “Yeah, there was this girl. Real pale, wore a hood. Kept her eyes closed. She was a strange one,” was a description that Imperia could live with. She’d be talked about for a day or so, then forgotten. But if they saw her eyes? Then the description changed. “Oh, she was horrible. Skin like a corpse, eyes the color of sulfur. Had the air of a killer about her.” And while none of that was untrue, it was all highly inconvenient. Even if no one knew what they were looking at when they saw her, someone would tell a Jedi, and there’d be an investigation…It simply wasn’t worth the trouble.
The Dark Side led Imperia to a bar – because of course it did. By the Force, she hated bars. The smell of cheap alcohol, unwashed men and unscrupulous women. With her luck, her prospective Apprentice would turn out to be a prostitute, using Mind Trick to scam johns into giving her just a few more Credits. But…no. There she was. Sitting at the bar. Dark haired, pale skinned, looking nervous as feth. With a cold smile, the Knight whispered a few words, carried to the woman’s ears by the Force.
“Leave your belongings and follow me.”
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She was looking for an Apprentice. It was, perhaps, a sign of her arrogance that she was doing so, so soon after shedding the title herself – but the Dark Side had called her to Coronet City, and she, a servant of the Darkness, had no choice but to heed that call. She prowled the streets of Corellia’s capital with eyes closed – partly because she trusted the Force to guide her to her destination, but also partly because it caused less distress in the throngs that surrounded her. “Yeah, there was this girl. Real pale, wore a hood. Kept her eyes closed. She was a strange one,” was a description that Imperia could live with. She’d be talked about for a day or so, then forgotten. But if they saw her eyes? Then the description changed. “Oh, she was horrible. Skin like a corpse, eyes the color of sulfur. Had the air of a killer about her.” And while none of that was untrue, it was all highly inconvenient. Even if no one knew what they were looking at when they saw her, someone would tell a Jedi, and there’d be an investigation…It simply wasn’t worth the trouble.
The Dark Side led Imperia to a bar – because of course it did. By the Force, she hated bars. The smell of cheap alcohol, unwashed men and unscrupulous women. With her luck, her prospective Apprentice would turn out to be a prostitute, using Mind Trick to scam johns into giving her just a few more Credits. But…no. There she was. Sitting at the bar. Dark haired, pale skinned, looking nervous as feth. With a cold smile, the Knight whispered a few words, carried to the woman’s ears by the Force.
“Leave your belongings and follow me.”
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[member='Maxine Avril']