Skice Variger
Kiss of Death
Skice walked silently through the hallways of The leadership school (yes I looked it up on wookiepedia that is its actual name) On the planet of Andara, She wore a look of guilt as she trudged through the blood stained hallways of the school Sirens going off and numerous people congregating outside the building as she ventured further in the corpse ridden hallways of the institution.
She stopped at one particular door and peered into it as if it were a mirror, Her face contorted and she sighed her eyes a pale Sith yellow as her quivering hand pressed the button on the control panel next to her. The door immediately slid open and a assortment of 5 year boys and 1 Twi'lek instructor she looked to be in her mid 40's as she stood shivering creating a barrier between Skice and the children.
Skice looked down at her blood stained hands unable to bear the cost of what she had done. She took one heavy step forward pressing the group farther into the corner, Her eyes still had a pale Yellow in them but this time, They were accompanied by a tear as it dropped to the floor. She stared away and took a brief moment to collect herself while staring at the wall behind her.
As she contemplated her Sin a little boy stepped forward from the crowd with a rock in his hand fearful but more intrigued than anything. He came to her leg only measuring up to her waist as he grasped the rock tightly in his hand.
She turned to look at him perplexed and dumbfounded. Without an ounce of hesitation he struck her side with the rock as it dripped blood onto the floor injuring the woman minorly. "That should make it easier." He whispered in a fair tone as skice detached a Metal sword from her utility belt she placed on the boy's neck.
She staggered and her voice turned to a tender breeze as she whispered "I'm sorry...That I don't feel bad doing this." She then slit the boy's throat.
She stopped at one particular door and peered into it as if it were a mirror, Her face contorted and she sighed her eyes a pale Sith yellow as her quivering hand pressed the button on the control panel next to her. The door immediately slid open and a assortment of 5 year boys and 1 Twi'lek instructor she looked to be in her mid 40's as she stood shivering creating a barrier between Skice and the children.
Skice looked down at her blood stained hands unable to bear the cost of what she had done. She took one heavy step forward pressing the group farther into the corner, Her eyes still had a pale Yellow in them but this time, They were accompanied by a tear as it dropped to the floor. She stared away and took a brief moment to collect herself while staring at the wall behind her.
As she contemplated her Sin a little boy stepped forward from the crowd with a rock in his hand fearful but more intrigued than anything. He came to her leg only measuring up to her waist as he grasped the rock tightly in his hand.
She turned to look at him perplexed and dumbfounded. Without an ounce of hesitation he struck her side with the rock as it dripped blood onto the floor injuring the woman minorly. "That should make it easier." He whispered in a fair tone as skice detached a Metal sword from her utility belt she placed on the boy's neck.
She staggered and her voice turned to a tender breeze as she whispered "I'm sorry...That I don't feel bad doing this." She then slit the boy's throat.