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To say that Mephirium was furious may have been an understatement. To put it simply, Minn had made him a bit frustrated. He did not take well to apprentices being slow, let alone ignoring him. For all the girl's talent, she lacked discipline, and it would prove to be her downfall soon enough were she to fail to rectify it.
"I said to cease. You should have listened." He said, his voice clipped with irritation. With a gesture, he beckoned the two women forth. Minn had proven herself to be useful in the past, and the new woman seemed to have promise. Before he could speak, however, the Rakata-like creature had begun its minor assault.
The drain was a short, testing thing, and only pulled at the edges of Mephirium's ethereal presence. Even still, he felt it in the numbing of his fingertips, and as a chill that passed over his flesh. His fury found new grounds in the Rakata, and he turned to view both the women and the alien.
"It would be unwise to try that again," he spoke coldly to the Rakata, the threat in his words all too obvious. "I will permit it this time, but any further intrusion on my being will be met in kind. I am no lesser creature. If you are what you seem to be, know that I am your people's successor." The words brooked no retort. "I am Darth Mephirium, and this temple was once mine. It comes to my attention that it is far too dangerous to allow you to live."
He paused, "However, if you agree to serve my ends, you will be allowed to do as you wish, so long as you do so to the empire's ends. Speaking of which," he turned to the girls. "Minn, learn to control yourself. Your recklessness will be your death, and I will not tolerate disobedience. You," he stared at Grace. "You've proven yourself. Gather your things, and come with me. I will see to it that your arm is repaired."
@N'Goo the Ancient, [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Minn Tavers"]
"I said to cease. You should have listened." He said, his voice clipped with irritation. With a gesture, he beckoned the two women forth. Minn had proven herself to be useful in the past, and the new woman seemed to have promise. Before he could speak, however, the Rakata-like creature had begun its minor assault.
The drain was a short, testing thing, and only pulled at the edges of Mephirium's ethereal presence. Even still, he felt it in the numbing of his fingertips, and as a chill that passed over his flesh. His fury found new grounds in the Rakata, and he turned to view both the women and the alien.
"It would be unwise to try that again," he spoke coldly to the Rakata, the threat in his words all too obvious. "I will permit it this time, but any further intrusion on my being will be met in kind. I am no lesser creature. If you are what you seem to be, know that I am your people's successor." The words brooked no retort. "I am Darth Mephirium, and this temple was once mine. It comes to my attention that it is far too dangerous to allow you to live."
He paused, "However, if you agree to serve my ends, you will be allowed to do as you wish, so long as you do so to the empire's ends. Speaking of which," he turned to the girls. "Minn, learn to control yourself. Your recklessness will be your death, and I will not tolerate disobedience. You," he stared at Grace. "You've proven yourself. Gather your things, and come with me. I will see to it that your arm is repaired."
@N'Goo the Ancient, [member="Grace Darkson"], [member="Minn Tavers"]