Funami Teriyaki
Pink Terror of Doom
Funami appeared even more cheerful than usual as she skipped along to meet a certain expert on Sith alchemy. This day marked the start of her formal education. The pink-haired Sithling could not help but grin, knowing she had picked the right hobby. Already attracted to the occult and mysterious teachings of the Sith, joining the actual organization was a natural step to take given her strength in the Force. Personal growth was paramount and while she had the utmost confidence in her telekinetic prowess, branching out past psychokinesis meant more versatility and fun. Feeling the rush of air sweep past her face, she assumed a more serious expression and spared the prospect of learning Sith alchemy additional thought.
In everyone's life came a time when they started asking difficult existential questions.
Was there a god? Was it a singular being? Was it really everywhere? Did it see all?
Funami asked the same. Could the Force be inserted into cookies? Was it edible? How did it taste?
Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined studying under Darth Arcanix herself. The mastermind responsible for the Galactic Alliance’s destruction and also creator of many ugly things known as Sithspawn. Truly, Funami Just hearing about it made her heart flutter in crazed excitement! Dressed for the formal occasion, the small-statured Atrisian arrived in her school uniform. It did not look as out of place as her usual wear. And then there came a guard. Or was he a servant? Whatever his station, the disbelief in her eyes was apparent.
“Little girl, what are you doing here?” He approached in hopes of stopping the lost child from interrupting the Sith lady and Funami knew he did not buy the Sith thing.
“Name’s Funami Teriyaki. I’m here to meet my teacher. The great Taeli Raaf!” She announced and peered deep into his expression. Amusement curled the corners of his lips and he dropped into a crouch.
“Come on, it’s not smart to lie about such things,” he informed. “Only Sith can study under other Sith, see?”
The kindness with which he spoke was insufferable. And he treated her like a child! Normally she enjoyed being treated like a little kid, but not when her growth was at stake. Funami folded her arms across her chest and angrily glowered at him.
“I am Sith! I am, I am, I am!” She stomped her foot and began pouting. It was the most adorable, heart-wrenching thing the galaxy had ever seen and pushed the guard into action.
His smile grew wider, more sugary than her cookies, “We’ll find your parents together, okay?”
Taking her hand with the utmost gentleness, he started to move away and the Sithling involuntarily toddled behind.
“Let go! I’ll tear your arm off! I swear I will!”
In everyone's life came a time when they started asking difficult existential questions.
Was there a god? Was it a singular being? Was it really everywhere? Did it see all?
Funami asked the same. Could the Force be inserted into cookies? Was it edible? How did it taste?
Not even in her wildest dreams would she have imagined studying under Darth Arcanix herself. The mastermind responsible for the Galactic Alliance’s destruction and also creator of many ugly things known as Sithspawn. Truly, Funami Just hearing about it made her heart flutter in crazed excitement! Dressed for the formal occasion, the small-statured Atrisian arrived in her school uniform. It did not look as out of place as her usual wear. And then there came a guard. Or was he a servant? Whatever his station, the disbelief in her eyes was apparent.
“Little girl, what are you doing here?” He approached in hopes of stopping the lost child from interrupting the Sith lady and Funami knew he did not buy the Sith thing.
“Name’s Funami Teriyaki. I’m here to meet my teacher. The great Taeli Raaf!” She announced and peered deep into his expression. Amusement curled the corners of his lips and he dropped into a crouch.
“Come on, it’s not smart to lie about such things,” he informed. “Only Sith can study under other Sith, see?”
The kindness with which he spoke was insufferable. And he treated her like a child! Normally she enjoyed being treated like a little kid, but not when her growth was at stake. Funami folded her arms across her chest and angrily glowered at him.
“I am Sith! I am, I am, I am!” She stomped her foot and began pouting. It was the most adorable, heart-wrenching thing the galaxy had ever seen and pushed the guard into action.
His smile grew wider, more sugary than her cookies, “We’ll find your parents together, okay?”
Taking her hand with the utmost gentleness, he started to move away and the Sithling involuntarily toddled behind.
“Let go! I’ll tear your arm off! I swear I will!”
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