Darth Pyrrhus
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The Majestic drifted through the cold empty space. The Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer, Darth Pyrrhus' flagship, had just left the ocean pearl of Glee Anselm behind. Recently it had dropped out of hyperspace. Now it was drifting, plotting in a fresh set of coordinates as it was preparing for the next jump. The hyperspace lanes to their final destination were treacherous, and so caution and several short but well-plotted moves were made to minimise risk. Of course there was always a risk. Certain hyperspace lanes had been known to collapse on themselves. Sith Lord or no, there was no coming back from something like that.
Darth Pyrrhus had not given the destination to his newly picked up passenger. She would learn it soon enough. Her potential would be tested here and she would have to prove that she truly was ready to serve him. He expected her to succeed in the end. If not there had no point in giving her any attention to begin with. If not she proved she was ultimately not worthy. It was better to find these things out early, rather than continue believing illusions and false promises.
Naturally, she had been given her own private quarters on the large ship. They did not remain private much longer, as the doors suddenly slid open. It was not the Togruta Lord who stood in the entrance, but a Zabrak. Kregan Fash entered the Acolyte's chambers, not bothering knocking. His skin was a mix of red. As was tradition, his face was painted with the tattoos, light upon dark maroon. He was not quite as tall as Pyrrhus and of a slimmer frame, but at his 180 cm he still stood taller than the brunette. Like her he was an Acolyte. But to him it was very clear how they fit in on the pecking order. He was senior Acolyte, and expected her to treat him with the respect and subservience he felt he deserved.
"So, you're the new recruit." his voice remained calm and neutral but his eyes were filled with disdain. "I wonder how long you will last." his tone suggested he did not expect long. Apprentices came, apprentices died. He had seen it. He had endured. They had not. Would she be any different? There was a reason for his visit, but he didn't feel like getting to that just yet. He wanted to meet her and get to measure her himself first.
[member="Rys'sya"]
Darth Pyrrhus had not given the destination to his newly picked up passenger. She would learn it soon enough. Her potential would be tested here and she would have to prove that she truly was ready to serve him. He expected her to succeed in the end. If not there had no point in giving her any attention to begin with. If not she proved she was ultimately not worthy. It was better to find these things out early, rather than continue believing illusions and false promises.
Naturally, she had been given her own private quarters on the large ship. They did not remain private much longer, as the doors suddenly slid open. It was not the Togruta Lord who stood in the entrance, but a Zabrak. Kregan Fash entered the Acolyte's chambers, not bothering knocking. His skin was a mix of red. As was tradition, his face was painted with the tattoos, light upon dark maroon. He was not quite as tall as Pyrrhus and of a slimmer frame, but at his 180 cm he still stood taller than the brunette. Like her he was an Acolyte. But to him it was very clear how they fit in on the pecking order. He was senior Acolyte, and expected her to treat him with the respect and subservience he felt he deserved.
"So, you're the new recruit." his voice remained calm and neutral but his eyes were filled with disdain. "I wonder how long you will last." his tone suggested he did not expect long. Apprentices came, apprentices died. He had seen it. He had endured. They had not. Would she be any different? There was a reason for his visit, but he didn't feel like getting to that just yet. He wanted to meet her and get to measure her himself first.
[member="Rys'sya"]