Sinistra
Character
Sinistra waited in a wide open courtyard, her armored suit and mask glinting in the bright light. Her saber hilts hung from her belt, but she would not need them for this lesson. She was here to teach the art of illusion, and assess the current crop of knights and acolytes for a possible apprentice or position in her stable of spies.
It was rather liberating to not have her presence masked here, it became tiresome to be undercover for so long, cut off from the seductive pull of the Darkside. The release when she allowed it to wash over her was blissful to say the very least.
A short distance from her, sitting quietly on two benches were a number of prisoners who refused to give up their secrets to conventional methods and were not sensitive to the Force. That would be critical. Sinistra could teach the techniques, but illusions were harder to cast on other Force users. The prisoners were going to be the test subjects for her pupils.
It was rather liberating to not have her presence masked here, it became tiresome to be undercover for so long, cut off from the seductive pull of the Darkside. The release when she allowed it to wash over her was blissful to say the very least.
A short distance from her, sitting quietly on two benches were a number of prisoners who refused to give up their secrets to conventional methods and were not sensitive to the Force. That would be critical. Sinistra could teach the techniques, but illusions were harder to cast on other Force users. The prisoners were going to be the test subjects for her pupils.