The Object of Power is Power (Illyria)

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Illyria"]


Illyria had shown promise. Her thirst for power was something the Atrisian would encourage, while ensuring there was always a secret outside of her grasp. "Aside from dry them and test them against a hapless Jedi? No," Sumiko said sarcastically. The process had been exhausting, but now the Dark Side had forever been bound to the robes.


On first blush they seemed fairly normal, albeit fairly damp, but they glowed with power. Taking a knife, she attempted to cut the fibres, but they were just as tough and resistant as a steel cable. With great effort she was able to cut a hanging thread. "This will do," she concluded proudly.

 

[Illyria]

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]
Illyria assiduously cleaned her hands, ensuring every trace of blood was removed from her. She did note with approval the efforts of her Mistress.

Reaching forward, she ran a hand down the robes.
“We should wash them in water or the blood will begin to decompose and smell,” she said. Ever practical.

The robes were bound to the Dark Side now, so a good rinse would not hurt.

As she touched them she felt a slight chill come over her as the power contained within became known to her.

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Illyria"]


Sumiko approved of her apprentice's concern for hygiene. After all, they weren't a cult of dirty Rimkin hicks. Dark Side did not have to mean slobby! Cleanliness was next to...Forciness?


"Agreed. We wouldn't want that, would we, dear? Slave, do be a good girl and give the robes a good rinse. Then hang them out to dry. Do not touch them beyond that," Sumiko spoke frostily. The Atrisian washed her hands, then dried them with a towel, making sure that every trace of blood was removed.


"Yes, Mistress," a trembling, clearly anxious Xioquo slave girl spoke demurely after entering the chamber, having disposed of the dead body earlier. Her fear was so strong Sumiko could taste it. It was as sweet as honey.

 

[Illyria]

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]
Illyria watched the slave dispassionately. Her experience with Qual had not led her to change her mind that the Xioquo were barely better than savages.

After finishing her clean-up she glanced at Sumiko.
“Is there anything more, Mistress?” she asked.

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Illyria"]


"Yes, I desire your company for the night, my sweet," Sumiko gazed lustily at Illyria. Despite holding Siobhan Kerrigan in disdain, Sumiko was just as willing to indulge in what was popularly called Paddy Poking.


She ran a hand across the woman's shoulder, before snaking down her back and giving her fabulous arse a possessive squeeze. Her tongue nibbled on the elf's ear before kissing her. "Come with me, darling."