The Monster of Innocence

[Layla Solari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1t8-_pI1-9Q​

In the city of Culvos on the war-torn planet of Culroon III three armies met. The city burned, the streets were filled with rubble, and the cries of the injured filled the air. An endless cycle of civil war had once more broken out on the planet. Beneath the shadow of a once proud skyscraper, two groups of desperate soldiers fought a losing battle just to stay alive. The bodies piled high on both sides, each fervently hoping for the third party to not get involved.

Blasters bolts created an impenetrable wall, and soldiers began to use the bodies of the dead as makeshift barriers along the street to keep from being hit by the lethal light show. Off in the distance explosions rocked the area. Blooms of dust and rubble shot into the sky, as several buildings began to collapse to the ground. One of the soldiers cried out, “Look out from above,” as pulverized rock fell from the sky around them.

Towards the back of one of the lines, around the corner in a small ally, a medic desperately attempted to patch up the wounded to the best of her abilities. “Stang it all, I need more supplies. Where are the reinforcements?” She called out to the commander, who stood outside the ally way.

“Unexpected resistance in the residential district. It will take a bit more time. Just do your best Corporal!” Cursing under her breath, the woman worked hard to stabilize a man with a blaster burn on his chest, and to keep another alive who had suffered trauma from a concussive explosion.

While her eyes were focused on the wounded around her, out of the shadows a dark tendril shot out, wrapped around her neck, to keep any sound from coming out. Another tendril shot out, and the hardened tip pierced through her chest. The woman's eyes were startled, fear flowed from her, as the writhing mass sucked out the blood from her body. For a moment the black turned a deep crimson red, before she was dropped to the ground. Out of the shadow a monstrous alien form came out. Hand grabbed her head, and the beast used force drain on her, drawing out the very force energy from her body as the tentacle sucked out the blood. Once the woman was dead, the form moved to the wounded, draining each of their force essence.

Only the nearly dead were able to be drained, and so, the beast moved carefully nearly killing each before one of its hands came out to drain the force essence of each. When the bloodshed was complete, a hand touched each dead body. The form of the monsters shifted, and shrunk, as black goop engulfed each now dead body. It only took a minute before the goop returned and the form went back to its normal size. Nothing of the bodies remained, the black sludge like material had absorbed and disassembled each dead form.

Once more the beast slid into the darkness of the shadows and waited. The commander and two guards soon noticed the lack of people in the ally, and rushed to investigate. “Corporal?! What....” His eyes noticed the pool of blood near the shadows and they all drew their weapons. “What in the name of the light....”

In two of the beasts hands the black goo oozed and soon hardened into twin swords. With an incredible amount of speed, the monster had impaled the two guards through the stomachs. Like before, the swords turned a blood red as they absorbed the blood from the two. Soon the blades sliced them clean in half.

The commander opened fire immediately, the first shot hitting the beasts chest. A telepathic screech was went right into his head, fear taking hold. However, the seasoned soldier kept firing. This time however, not a single blaster shot hit. A small micro-singularity opened up, absorbing the blaster bolts. The monster leaped, tendrils clinging to the wall of the building, holding it there. They moved, and the creature was launched at the man, who desperately attempted to get away. However, a tendril wrapped around his form and slowly squeezed the life out of him. Bones cracked and blood pooled in the commanders mouth. Hand once more touches the man's chest, and as it absorbed the force power from him. Shuddering in delight, the creature dropped the lifeless body to the ground. Once more, the material oozed out over the bodies, dissolving them, devouring them. When done, the beast moved away from the battle, and took out the small remote detonator from it's upper pocket. When a good distance away from the fight, the button was pushed, and massive explosions rocked the area, bringing the building down onto the two battle groups...like it had done all throughout the city.

With the other two sides fighting strength greatly diminished, the third army moved into the city to finish the job. As the monster moved pass the incoming lines of troops, they moved to allow it through. An officer on the other side reached out a hand as it came close, and passed the payment for the job to it. It took the money and silently slid out of the battle. A long air speeder ride later, it arrived on the outskirts of a city.

It snuck through the shadows weaving through the crowded areas until it got to a larger property, with the words “Breeze Hall Orphanage” and then, while hidden in the trees, the goo that made up the body began to move and the form shrunk. Tendrils disappeared, the organic material slid off and retreated into a previously covered up backpack. A tight black suit remained covering the clearly smaller, humanoid female form, and even that retreated being sucked up around the neck of the small girl. Dark hazel eyes looked at the doorway with a smile. The black backpack hung heavy on her back, around her wrists two large black bead bracelets hung, as if they were a tad heavy themselves. Finally, around her neck, a black choker clung tightly to her skin.

She brushed off her clothing, smoothing out the wrinkles with a slight wince at the action. Layla shook her head, and combed out her hair with her fingers before she planted a smile on her face and walked towards the doors of the orphanage. She opened the door energetically and called out. “I'm home!” Her voice sweet, innocent. The payment chits were buried deep in her pockets. From a far away room a kind, but loud voice called out. “Layla! Come on! You are late for dinner, get your behind in here little lady!” Her stomach growled happily and she moved into the dinning hall, and greeted all the other children there, as well as the head mistress.

As she slid down to eat the stew set before her, she just smiled. It had been a good day.

 

[grammaticus]

Animus watched the thing move through the alley way, slaughtering the commander and his men with ease. Animus smiled beneath his helmet as he watched the massacre, feeling the fear and pain of those below wash over him as their lives were ended. As the creature departed the alley into the city proper, Animus moved from his perch, stepping over the still bodies of those soldiers he himself had killed. They had tried to ambush the Sith, but their assault had ended as swiftly as it began. Their deaths would not be noticed in the greater destruction engulfing the city at large Animus thought. Even if they were, it would matter very little in a few hours. Animus had no intention of ever returning to this little world.

Animus watched from an overlooking balcony as the air speeder took off into the distance. Just before it left, Animus disconnected a small device from his hip, tossing it through the air and using a subtle push of the Force to connect it to the side of the speeder. He looked down at the gauntlet of his armor, a small screen on its surface flashing as a small red dot moved further and further away. He wasted little time in departing from the area himself. He made it to his personal transport he had landed just outside the city in the opposite direction of combat from the warring armies. A single soldier was snooping around the lowered ramp of the transport. He turned to face Animus as he approached, raising the blaster in his hands and aiming it at the towering figure.

"Halt you're..." Animus did not wait for the rest of the sentence, simply flicking his wrist and watching as the soldiers neck twisted at a strange angle as the bones shattered themselves. The bod crumbled to the ground as Animus walked up the ramp, not missing a single step. As the transport lifted off, Animus put in the coordinates to follow the air speeder.

After a short time the small orphanage in the distance came into view, and Animus landed his transport in a small clearing nearby. As the ramp lowered and Animus walked down, a woman exited out of the orphanage. A single look at the armored form of Animus sent her running back inside the building, slamming the door shut behind her. Animus paused for only the briefest second before kicking the door down, shrapnel flying in every direction as he advanced into the structure. The woman he had seen stood nearby quivering in fear. Extending his hand, Animus dragged the woman towards him with the Force, closing his armored hand around her neck and lifting her off the ground.

"I am looking for someone, or something. They arrived here very recently, so I am sure they have not gone far. Tell me where they are, and I might just spare you."

[member="Layla Solari"]

 

[Layla Solari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9WsZoceais​

As Layla prepared for bed, some of her more neurotic habits came out. She showered, preferring water over sonic jets, brushed her teeth well, and completely dried herself off before exiting. It was a standard routine for many children her age. However, at no point did the black choker or the bracelets come off. And at no point in time did her backpack leave her immediate vicinity. The choker and bracelets were not capable of coming off, grafted into her flesh, nerves, muscle and veins. And the Nanech filled backpack, and the dovin basal that lived next to it constantly called to her. It was painful when it was not nearby. She felt incomplete.

As Layla sat on the edge of her bed, feet kicking a bit, her roommate Erica brushed out her dark hair. This was probably the only physical touch Layla could stand. It was hard to get out the tangles yourself, and she had trained the other girl over the last two years on how to do it gently. Erica always called Layla her best friend. Layla turned her head to look at the blonde haired girl, giving her a soft smile. “Thank you Erica. I always appreciate it.”

Erica's smiled happily. “Oh, its not problem. Glad to help!” Erica moved over to her bed and laid down. However, Layla did not. She felt something coming. Instead, she pulled on her slippers, the backpack, and began to head down the winding stair case to the bottom floor. She was just in time to watch the headmistress get lifted in the air. How was a person supposed to respond to this normally? She simply had no clue. The head mistresses tried to speak, but the hand around her throat prevented anything but a squeak. Her gentle eyes looked at Layla with fear, willing the girl to run.

“Good sir,” Her soft, gentle voice rang out across the hall. “There is simply no need for that. Please, come in, let me make you some tea. If you want the money in the safe I can happily lead you to it.” It was a young and innocent sound. But for someone so versed in the force, the dark side that oozed out of her every pore would be obvious. Though he wouldn't feel the living weapons and armor that existed on her body, he could feel HER.

Her words were hollow, empty, like a puppet going through a routine. No hint of fear, anger, worry, or any other emotion one would expect from a person in a time like this could be felt. It was nothing, like this wasn't even an issue at all. If anything, it was mild annoyance at having her sleep schedule interrupted.

Her feet pittered down the stairs, and the slippers met the wooden floor of the hall. Her movements were strong, graceful, careful. It would look like every movement had been planned hours in advance with how meticulous she walked and moved. She never let her body brush against any of the furniture she passed, or even let it touch her light nightgown.

“Come, set her down, let's not be wasteful.” As the other children gathered at the top of the stairs, Erica called out. “What's going on?” Layla's lips turned up just a little. “Don't worry, get all the little ones into our room. Lock the door until I come up to tell you if its okay. It will be fine. Quickly though.” Erica wanted to say something, but escorted the other children into one of the bedrooms, where she quickly locked the door.

Once they were gone her arm came out, grabbed the tip of her nightgown, a hand went to where her heart would be if she was human and she curtsied. “I'm Layla, and you are?”

[member="Darth Animus"]

 

[grammaticus]

Animus felt the presence approaching far before he saw the young girl approaching him. The darkness he felt tainting her form was immense, and the lingering feelings of pain and agony caused by the girl to others. It was refreshing, and invigorating. Far more potent than the fear coming from the woman still dangling in his hand. This thought brought his attention back to her, and he casually tossed her aside as he moved towards the girl. With a simple use of the Force he trapped the woman to the wall, unable to move and with just barely enough ability to breath. She would remain in a state of suffering whilst Animus talked. He wanted to see how much such emotions affected this girl in the moment, and not just as an after affect.

Walking towards her, Animus slowly lowered himself to one knee, his armor molding around him as he brought himself to eye level with the girl. The single glowing 'eye' in the center of his helmet stared at the girl for several moments before he suddenly nodded. "Tea would be lovely, child. Do not worry about the safe, I am not here for money. In fact, I believe I am here for you."

Animus turned to regard the other children as they walked down the stairs then, his eyes watching each of them carefully. None of them had any overwhelming connection to the Force that Animus could discern. They held little interest to him other than potential experiments in his labs back on Corellia. He would have to deal with them all later when he was done with the girl [member="Layla Solari"] here. For what he wished to do, and why he came here this day, it would be much better should there not be any witnesses left. This thought led Animus to flexing his left hand almost involuntarily though he stopped the motion.

There would be time for that later.

 

[Layla Solari]

Her large hazel eyes watch the man, and she listens to his words carefully, politely. As the other kids locked themselves in their rooms, she took a moment to simply think. If someone had traced her here, it was already to late to hide. The danger that came from him made her instinctively understand he was not someone to trifle with. While she would say if it came to a fight she stood a chance, that chance came with maiming, death, and a lot of other horrible things, even if she some how managed to win. So instead, she chose a different method to deal with him. She looked as he pushed the head mistress to the wall. A normal child should freak out, get angry, something. However, there was nothing. She clearly had no emotional attachment at all. But even beyond that, she was very familiar with violence to the point it didn't cause her any issues. In reality, now that her cover had been blown, she was considering killing everyone here, to destroy any evidence of herself, and then move on to the next place.

Suddenly she relaxed. Her eyes took on a more life like appearance, her movements more natural. Each movement was strong, powerful, the movements of a hunter. The dark side swirled around her, as she fed from the ever constant pain, and torment of her body. As he mentioned being here for her, she didn't say a word. Instead, gracefully she glided over to a cupboard. She took out a kettle, and two cups, as well as a box of tea. It wasn't fancy, but was a decent black tea.

Soon the kettle was filled with water, and the cups and saucers placed on a table. However, she didn't take it to the kitchen, instead, she focused her mind on the water. Soon, as she used the force to vibrate the molecules, the water began to boil and steam in a basic show of controlled pyrokinesis. Bags were placed in the cups, and the boiling water poured over them. Soon, the small child slid into a chair and gestured for him to join her.

No words were spoken directly, instead, she attempted to see if she could speak directly into his mind, using telepathy. Pyrokinesis and telepathy where her strong suits after all, and she was curious what HE would think of both.

“So, looking for me? What did I do to catch your attention?”

[member="Darth Animus"]

 

[grammaticus]

"Your actions are known on more than just this world. Not many have taken the same level of notice I have, but the information is there for those who seek it. From what I heard, and what I saw earlier this day, I knew I had to meet you." He spoke out loud even though the question had been asked to his mind. He had felt the pinpricks of someone trying to contact his mind directly, and after a moments hesitation he had lowered his mental barriers. It would be good to see all that she could do here and now in the area she felt safe and in control. It would given him a better idea of what he was dealing with.

He dipped his head to her as he pulled out the chair she had gestured too, his eyes never leaving the cups in her hands. Her ability to alter the temperature of an object was interesting, though it took longer than he had expected. She had the potential though, he had to remind himself. One rarely got what they were looking for perfect and upfront at the beginning. What work one put in would pay off eventually. He accepted the cup offered to him, removing his helmet and placing it on a nearby table. He casually sipped from the cup in his hand, his eyes taking her in for the first time without the filter of his helmet.

"My name is Darth Animus, and I am very impressed by you, Layla. You obviously have talent and power, and I expect great things out of you one day. But, why are you here? Your skills and ability are wasted within this building. Certainly you can do better than selling out your services to petty warlords." He decided to respond to her telepathically as well this time. It might be best to try and connect with her in her comfort zone internally as well as externally.

[member="Layla Solari"]

 

[Layla Solari]

Those large brown eyes closed as their minds touched a moment. Pain would be transferred over to him. Pain was her entire existence, it overwhelmed, consumed, and colored her entire world in shades of black and gray. Her mind spoke out, as her hands wrapped around the warm cup of tea and she sipped it gingerly. Once more, only telepathy was used to talk. “Honestly. Because they provide everything I need here. I wandered for awhile, and always had to hide far more than here. It was harder. Here, I am given food, shelter, a modicum of protection, and companionship with people. I have access to databases. And more importantly, on this planet alone, I can invade a side, I can kill, I can absorb their power, I can devour the bodies, and no one cares. In fact, I am PAID to do it. I have made enough to get custom weapons made, and a ship. This is a world of death. I was able to blend in so easily as another war orphan. Everything I need, I can have. I don't have to endure the shaking, and the intense agony of not feeding. It's practically a paradise for someone like me. You see. I shake bad when I don't absorb the power for a long time. And my friends begin to eat me when I don't feed them bodies. They can eat other foods for awhile, but, they prefer people. So this place is ideal.”

For a moment, after spilling out all of the thoughts, she tilted her head, letting her loose hair fall into her face, before she brushed it away. “What about you, [member="Darth Animus"] ? What is it that drives you? What do you seek? What is your purpose?” Her mind was powerful, and yet a gentle thing. It would be easy to see that against the untrained, the mental influence of the girl could easily make another think it was just them thinking to themselves the entire time.

As she waited his response, she took another sip of tea, before she rested her hands on her lap. Her lips purse, and there was wistful express that crossed her face. She was honestly curious as to what made this man tick. What brought him there, why he was what he was. It was truly the first time she had met someone with this much force power and intelligence. Hands smoothed out her nightgown a bit, before she twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. Sitting still was clearly hard.

 

[grammaticus]

Animus took a single sip of the tea in his hand, savoring the flavor for the briefest moment before nodding his head. Without showing any outward sign Animus shot a small bolt of lightning from his fingers into the cup. The pure Force energy coursed through the drink, warming it up fully to the extent that Animus preferred. He took another slow drink of the tea then, closing his eyes briefly before turning and placing it carefully on the table next to his helmet.

"It does indeed sound like you have the perfect life. Everything you want at your fingertips. What you have here is a comfortable life, a stable life. You wake up every morning knowing exactly what you will do. You look out the windows and know what is happening outside at every moment, and you are able to plan your life exactly as you want. You call this paradise, but I call it stagnation. Your perfect world confines you. You face the same foe every day, and while you certainly benefit from it monetarily, you do not truly grow in power. What you call home, I call a prison that will see you die here with your name and legacy extending only across this world. If you would take a chance, I could see your name spoken in fear across the galaxy." Animus paused in his speech then, taking the time to take another sip of the tea.

"That is where my own interests lie as well. I seek to better myself, and spread my influence and power across the galaxy so that when my time inevitably comes, I will not die with a whimper. I desire to become the most powerful Sith this galaxy has ever known. An impossible goal, perhaps, but one worth striving for."

[member="Layla Solari"]

 

[Layla Solari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hQZuzEGDlU​

She listened intently, her hazel eyes took on a distant look. Fingers scratch the table a moment. How easy it was to forget what you wanted when you only thought about what you NEEDED. The ache, the hunger, the impulses. She was born to be a soldier for someone else. Layla didn't have deisres for power, or grandeur, to live in a big house, or to have a million servants or people to be in fear of her. She didn't need their fear, their understanding, or worship. This kriffing man had opened up the thoughts that had plagued her, her entire life. Why she had hid herself on this planet, where she could take care of her needs and push her hunger down just enough to be controllable. Her lips mouthed words for a moment before her mind exploded with telepathy.

Images of death, destruction, the feeling of stealing the force from another being, the joy of devouring them until nothing was left, of the time she had devoured an entire cargo freighter with all its passengers in it, and so much more began to flood out of her. “I don't want power or fear. I want to devour. I hunger. I want to drain the world, and devour it whole. I want to keep eating until the entire galaxy is destroyed, and whatever I can't eat, I want to set on fire, and burn it into ash. And when I am done turning this galaxy into a lifeless, forceless, empty void, I want to find the next galaxy and do the same, and the same and the same. Over until the entire universe is nothing. I can't satisfy the hunger, I can't get enough. No matter what I do it's never enough. Give me the chance to devour everything in my path, and I will follow you until the end of existence. I will wait until you are gone before I consume the entirety of the force.”

She gritted her teeth, her finger nails leaving long scratch marks in the table as her mind shouted out.

“I HUNGER!”​

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“It's never enough. I struggle every day to not destroy everything. I NEED things. I need people, I need shelter, I need physical food, and water, I need to learn more things. But my hunger is never satisfied. I do what I can to keep it in check. You think I took the safe way out? I limited myself? Maybe! But only because, as I am now, I can't provide everything I need yet. I needed them. But I so wish I could devour them all. Do you understand?” Her eyes took on a hungry look, as if she wanted to drain the world dry, to bleed it until there was nothing left at all. All these years she had been controlling herself, holding back, unable to fully give into the urges inside of her.

“I'm a monster. I did what I could to survive, I did what I had to learn. Teach me, give me food, shelter, water, knowledge. Teach me to be as strong as you, and allow me to devour, and I will serve you. I will destroy everything that stands in your way. I will consume it all, until the entire galaxy fears what you are. Any who dares to not bend their knees, I will gorge myself on. Any who question your power, or threaten you will be absorbed. Just teach me and let me devour this galaxy when you are done with it.”

[member="Darth Animus"]

 

[grammaticus]

Animus smiled at [member="Layla Solari"] as she spoke to him. Finally he was beginning to see what truly lay underneath the careful control the girl had been displaying this whole time. He had spotted in an instant the fact Layla was restraining herself. At times such a thing was commendable, giving away ones emotions in certain circumstances was a weakness few grasped. However, in this first meeting Animus desired to know what was truly beneath the surface. If he was to truly train and educate this girl, and see her to her full potential, then he had to get the full grasp of her now.

Her desire to sate her hunger was something Animus could use. That straight forward need could be understood and used to the upmost, and a useful training method. However, he would have to be careful not to let it consume her entirely. He rose to his feet slowly, placing the cup down for the final time. Animus lifted his hand slowly, and flicked his wrist. The mistress of the orphanage let out a strangled scream as her legs suddenly twisted at irregular angles. Once that was done Animus finally let the woman drop to the ground. He had done it all without even glancing her way, his eyes never leaving Layla. With his other hand Animus lifted his helmet and placed it back on his head, the armor clicking faintly as it locked into place. When he spoke again it came through the voice filter of the helmet, distorting his voice slightly.

"You do not seek fear, but what you are shall inspire it. Do not shy away from such fear, but embrace it. Embrace it as you embrace the hunger you so seek to quench. Like your hunger, fear is a weapon to be exploited. I will show you how to achieve your utmost potential, and then you will be able to do what you wish in this galaxy. Commit to me, and you will no longer simply survive here. Swear to me, and I will see to it that you thrive, and this galaxy turned into a feast in your name. You are a monster now, but I will turn you into a warrior without equal." With his peace said, Animus turned to begin walking towards the door, his armor gleaming in the light of the setting sun as he ducked his head to pass through the door he had destroyed earlier. He paused at the threshold though, turning to glance back at Layla.

"Before we depart though, I believe there are a few...loose ends to tie up. I shall be outside while you gather your things." Animus glanced briefly at the mistress then, and gestured with his hand to the ceiling above, where the sound of the children 'hiding' in her room were. With that, Animus turned and departed the building.

 

[Layla Solari]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXzMD065HEk


Before he put his helmet on, she tilted her head a bit and studied his face one last time. Finally, when he left, Layla stood up, and moved to the body of the headmistress. Fingers reached out, and ran through the woman's hair. “Thank you for taking care of me for these years. I appreciate it. I won't abandon any of you, I promise.” With that, the black ooze formed over her body. The pain was intense as millions of little cilia pushed into her skin, several long tendrils drove into her, connecting directly to her muscles, veins and nerves. The nanech from her backpack soon covered her form, turning the little girl into the four armed monster once more. A hand touched the form of the head mistress, and drew out the small drops of force energy left in the body, before the nanech covered the woman's form and absorbed it.

The nanech worked by using the nanomachines to forcefully deconstruct the molecules that made up a body. Then, the biological components were fed from it, taking sustenance, and reproducing. What could be used, as then taken in by the nanomachines to repair themselves, and replicate. It created an ever sustainable source of nanech for her to use. As well as a way to make a lot more of it, if she could increase how much she fed it.

When the task was done, she quickly moved upstairs. These had been her precious family and friends for awhile now. She wasn't about to leave them here all alone. No, they were hers, they would come with her. As she broke down the door, she quickly attacked each of the children. The girl ripped them apart, draining each drop of their force energy, and absorbing their bodies. Their fear filled the room. The Master had been right, people feared her. But that was okay, they just didn't understand. With this, they were forever part of Layla, no one could separate them. Their blood coated the room, but no body parts were found after she had devoured them all. She used the machines to scour the blood from the room. She wanted no genetic trace left of them. It was all hers. No one else could have them, especially not her precious Erica. Once every trace of them had been absorbed, she took her things from her room.

She gathered the things she had hidden in her dresser, as well as throughout the house. Her credits, clothes, datapads, and a comm unit. Laya had planned on leaving since she got here. Layla knew what she needed, and had put plans into place, so that no one would ever know she had ever existed on this planet. As she moved from room to room, she used her pyrokinesis to create small flames which burned the carpets, and drapes. One after another, the fire began to rage. She used her nanech to absorb her clothes and needed things into itself, and to place it in the now covered backpack. The flames would not hurt her, they simply licked the outer skin of her form. Slowly the girl walked outside and began to set fire to the trees in the area. The fire would rage far faster than the response teams could manage. And to make sure of it.

The monstrous form of the little girl walked over to Animus, and pushed the call button on the commlink. Bombs had been set on the main generators for the power plants, as well as in a few other key locations. Explosions rocked the sky, their concussive force hitting even them there at the outskirts. Fires began to pop up all over the city, and the lights went out block by block. It didn't take long for the protective deflector shield to fall, and the large AA guns to stop responding. This was a world constantly at war. Long ago, she had set a deal with one of the other factions. Should she ever go tired of the place, she would sabotage their capital first. A second push of the comm system delivered the message to the other two factions. It wouldn't be more than half an hour before the entire city would be destroyed. Raging fires, no defenses, armed enemies that had just been waiting for a chance to pounce. Under the armor she smirked. “Shall we go, Master?”

The datapad in her backpack vibrated as credits were deposited into her account. Using the enhanced senses of her suit, she could see, feel, and smell the fires burning. It sent shivers of delight through her. Oh, one day, she wanted to set the entire galaxy on fire like this. And to then devour it all. But she had to get stronger first. To end a faction, and destroy a city, that was about where her power was right now. However, if she could take what she could do, and add in this man's knowledge and power to it, then in the end, no one would be able to stop her from accomplishing such a wonderful dream. Her eyes looked at her new master with devotion, as she walked side by side with him.

[member="Darth Animus"]