Juliet Varos
The Satin Sith
Zhi was still getting used to the Sith thing. Her wardrobe hadn't changed much, still the black robes, but the albino Twi'lek was now faced with having a code to adhere to, an Order of bretherin, and most of all, people more powerful than her to listen to. The last one was something that made her furious, kept the burning fires of hatred within her going. She had escaped slavery in order to get away from having to take orders, but if she wanted to become Sith, the Twi'lek would have to acquiese to the Sith Lords. That didn't mean she had to like it, however.
But in this rather large training hall in the Sith Academy, Zhi was waiting for her new master. Just uttering the word mentally made her shudder, her red eyes narrowing as she stared at her balled fists, using every scrap of willpower she had to avoid destroying the environment around her.
This [member="Darth Ophidia"] had better not think Zhi was her slave, or she might just fulfill the Rule of Two faster than she already planned to.
But in this rather large training hall in the Sith Academy, Zhi was waiting for her new master. Just uttering the word mentally made her shudder, her red eyes narrowing as she stared at her balled fists, using every scrap of willpower she had to avoid destroying the environment around her.
This [member="Darth Ophidia"] had better not think Zhi was her slave, or she might just fulfill the Rule of Two faster than she already planned to.