Darth Imperia had found herself, through her Apprenticeship and her time as an independent Sith, often in the situation of teaching those who were less experienced in the way of the Sith than she herself was - she'd never taken an Apprentice on, but she'd left little pearls of (dubious) wisdom in the heads of many an Acolyte during her career.Today, however, was not meant to be one of those days. She had a duel scheduled, and it was indeed with an Acolyte of the Sith - but her future opponent hadn't always been so. If his own retelling of the tale was to be believed, he was once a powerful Sith Lord, cut off from the Force for a decade and forced to claw his way back to the top. Why he wanted to duel her in particular, she hadn't a clue, but his history meant that he was owed respect - and so she had accepted the challenge, at a time and place of her choosing.
But before the duel? Imperia was going to relax. She'd set up in a small cave on Rhelg, - where she planned, eventually, to build a Fortress worthy of a Sith - made it as homey as she could - there was a modest throne, sith text written on the walls, and in every corner of the room there was a small pile of books, most of which were notes taken from Imperia's time as Vitium's Apprentice. Everything about the room gave off the impression that it was your average, run-of-the-mill Sith hideout.
Well, everything except the occupants.
Imperia herself lounged casually upon the throne in the center, wearing a loose fitting and ever-so-slightly revealing robe of luxurious red silk. Accompanying (and attending to) her were a pair of, ah, 'employees,' both of whom happened to be, by total coincidence, scantily clad and fairly attractive men of the Hapan persuasion - Hapan men were so easy to order around, after all, and sometimes a girl simply needed a servant who wouldn't give her too much sass. One of the pair - she hadn't bothered to learn their names - served her wine, whilst the other gave her a much deserved pedicure; she'd just healed after slaughtering a few Jedi at Yutan, not to mention her promotion to Knighthood, and she deserved to treat herself.
And so Imperia spent her time, enjoying the silent revelry that only the truly pompous could appreciate, until he arrived. She felt his approach before she saw or heard him - a presence in the Force as powerful as her own, just as dark and twisted. With a quiet chuckle, the Sith rose from her throne, drew her lightsaber, and made her way out of her impromptu palace-grotto and into the open air of Rhelg.
It was time to see if the kitten's claws were as sharp as he claimed.
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