I don't want to be a slave.

[Kyla Foy]

The months passed by one after the other, cruel things the young slave had to do. The science experiments on her were every single time postponed until further noticed and when it was time, it would happen again. It gave her a certain burst of delight, every single time in the beginning, but not anymore. It didn't help her anymore since she knew it would happen now sooner or later. This made her constantly think and hope, she wasn't born to be a slave, then she remembered about a certain promise a Sith had made. It seemed to be at least worth a try. She knew the Sith weren't to be trusted and if it worked against her, it would've been her own stupid fault. She would go through the library, her head held down as she walked over towards the center, she focused as it was within the center of the academy. It allowed her to feel the Sith, she was looking for and there she sensed him in a certain hallway. She ran over towards that hallway and then walked again. She poked [member="Vincent Imura"] shoulder and said, "My lord.." trying to get his attention.

She looked down and didn't make any eye contact even if she didn't have eye contact, "I would...I would like your help." She had asked, "I want to become something better than a simple slave."

 

[Garza]

Taking a tome off the shelf, I flipped through the pages as though I was just looking for pictures. Really, I was looking for key words on alchemy that I could use. While I was a simple knight at the moment, Things like alchemy and magic were hidden from my sight. I wanted to find any hint on what may be helpful for what I need. I could feel others around me. Nervous still about the return back to the galaxy, I needed to find what would help me in my "quest" or "mission" with Lexa. However, I felt a finger tap on my shoulder. Spinning around quickly I held my lightsaber in hand, off, but there, as I realized who it was.

"By the Dark lords beard, Don't do that again."

I put my saber up and picked up the tome that I had dropped. Breathing in, I answered the woman.

"And why would you want my help now? Wasn't it a slave who said that it was better to have a purpose than nothing to do?"

I looked down at her. Both of us knew that I was right. She wanted to become something more. Something that would allow her to have her own freedom, or simply to find a real purpose other than to serve. I might take her, however, there is always a price for my own services.

[member="Taweret"]