Sinistra
Character
She had been stopped on her way out of the assessment. Sinistra paused, looking at the acolyte, her pale face strangely familiar until she revealed the link.
"Pardon my insolence my Lord." Grimoire spoke in obedient tone, "If I may have word with you while you return to your other duties elsewhere. My mother, Darth Hauntruss, spoke highly of you during my training on her cultworld. I wish to discuss a matter in private."
Darth Hauntress' daughter. It wasn't that Sinistra didn't think Hauntress was capable of having a child, although the specifics of it were not really the kind of thing Sinistra would have really wanted to think about for more than a second or two. She turned towards the young woman, her expression of incredulity hidden by her mask. Although she knew of her mother by reputation, to her knowledge she and Hauntress had never met. There was nothing to connect them at all. An unknown spy, and a tactical naval hero of the OS?
She was unsure how so many seemed to have her name on their lips, or seemed to believe her to be a Sith of some stature or prestige. Perhaps the acolyte was seeking to curry favor by flattery, but she couldn't be sure. Perhaps it was the way of all newcomers to act accordingly to the ones who possessed the rank they so fervently desired.
Sinistra held the silence a moment longer before she rasped in through the vocoder.
"I suppose. Follow me."
Sinistra lead her to a small room up the hall, and motioned for her to come and shut the door behind her.
"What can I do for you..." She checked her notes again. "[member="Grimoire"]?"
"Pardon my insolence my Lord." Grimoire spoke in obedient tone, "If I may have word with you while you return to your other duties elsewhere. My mother, Darth Hauntruss, spoke highly of you during my training on her cultworld. I wish to discuss a matter in private."
Darth Hauntress' daughter. It wasn't that Sinistra didn't think Hauntress was capable of having a child, although the specifics of it were not really the kind of thing Sinistra would have really wanted to think about for more than a second or two. She turned towards the young woman, her expression of incredulity hidden by her mask. Although she knew of her mother by reputation, to her knowledge she and Hauntress had never met. There was nothing to connect them at all. An unknown spy, and a tactical naval hero of the OS?
She was unsure how so many seemed to have her name on their lips, or seemed to believe her to be a Sith of some stature or prestige. Perhaps the acolyte was seeking to curry favor by flattery, but she couldn't be sure. Perhaps it was the way of all newcomers to act accordingly to the ones who possessed the rank they so fervently desired.
Sinistra held the silence a moment longer before she rasped in through the vocoder.
"I suppose. Follow me."
Sinistra lead her to a small room up the hall, and motioned for her to come and shut the door behind her.
"What can I do for you..." She checked her notes again. "[member="Grimoire"]?"