What do we have here? [One Sith]

[Lina Ovmar]

It was a bizarre sensation, to see a persons face through different eyes. She'd seen Preliat through Ordo's eyes, through Mia's eyes and now through her own. Her conclusion was still the same regardless, he was an animal, and one that needed to be put down. Another job, for another day. She was not strong enough for that, nor would her father ever put her in a position where she would have to do that. She was to command armies, lead from the back, not from the front.

The ship dropped from hyperspace above Coruscant, relaying codes that granted her fast access to land. Message's were relayed to the Dark Lord and his hands. Mya had brought gifts for them all, just short of a hundred slaves in all. Standing on the bridge of the ship she could feel their fear, it gnawed at her, made her hungry for more. No longer clad in crab armour, her slender form was wrapped in a fitted jump suit her golden eyes watching as the space port grew larger in the view screen. She wondered if he would be pleased with her work?

"Ma'am?"

Her eyes flicked slightly to her left in acknowledgement of the Captain, his own fear mingled with those in the belly of the ship. Clearly he'd not expected such ruthlessness from her. "We'll be landing shortly, would you like me to prepare an escort?"

Mia turned her head slowly to look at him fully, her face unchanged. "And why," she said softly "Would I need an escort on a planet that is controlled by the Dark Lord?" The Captain hesitated, licking his lips, she could almost see the cogs working in his head to find an answer that would appease her.

"I only thought, ma'am, that you would like to keep up appearances." she smiled slightly and looked away, impressed by his quick thinking and recovery.

"That won't be necessary. But you can prepare our cargo."

"Yes, ma'am."

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[member="Darth Isolda"] @Darth Meirin [member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Junra"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Avadreia Lacroix"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"] @Drath Vindica [member="Darth Helios"]

OOC: anyone is welcome to join just thought i'd flag you guys as the presents are for you

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Mya Munro"]

A message had been sent through the grapevine - it seemed like there was a surprise in order for the collective Voices of the Dark Lord, yet when Carach finally found himself standing in atrium there was nobody else here. It seemed the Sith Lords were busy with the busying business of controlling their territories and making sure everything was in proper order…. Carach couldn’t help but wonder what it meant for him to be here, instead of sifting through endless paper trails to make sense of this or that trivial fact that was crucial for the Tion region.

In the end the Sith Lord shrugged to himself and waited for Mya to join him. He had a small honor guard with him, four men with ornate armor and swords which weren’t exactly fit for battle - an illusion of course, their deadliness wasn’t in the big sword strapped to their back. But such misdirection had always been an amusing pastime of the Voice.

It didn’t take a long wait for M… Munro, just.. wow. I ain’t even gonna dignify a response to that. Anyway, Munro finally arrived on the scene and Carach gave her a small bow. She was the Apprentice of the Dark Lord and that was everything Carach needed to know, though a different voice in his head - a more genuine, and slightly more twisted one… wondered about her appearances and what it meant for the galaxy at large.

‘Miss Munro, a pleasure.’