Funami Teriyaki
Pink Terror of Doom
The invitation made sense. Everyone wanted to meet the little pink-haired terror of Korriban! Veteran of countless conflicts and rising star of the Sith, Funami had impressed many superiors and outperformed even more peers. None could deny it at this point; the girl had a future ahead of her. A dark future full of power plays, backstabbing, scheming and politics. Where loyal lapdogs of the Sith and other simple animals cared about serving the Empire and such rubbish, the child who appeared no more than nine or ten focused on consolidating as much power as quickly as possible. A Sith through and through, the unassuming child maintained the façade of an obedient good little Sithling, yet the young acolyte’s little black heart beat solely for her own sake.
Tsisaar Taral’s ship hungrily accepted the small-statured girl as her little shoes padded along the corridors. Wearing a long embroiled dress that rustled against her socks, frilled at the sleeves and cream-white in color, she trotted next to her escort to where the Sith awaited her presence. Despite the gloomy, almost somber atmosphere aboard, Funami practically radiated her intoxicating childish innocence, like a shining beacon of light tearing into the dark. The un-Sith-like acolyte looked awfully adorable, especially when she smiled. It was all a lie. Those cutesy smiles never reached Funami's eyes, where treachery hid behind a veil of caution.
Anyone to peer deep into her would see not the naïve soul of a child, but something straight out of nightmares.
She did not know the reason behind the Sith knight’s generous invitation, but most definitely knew what her own agenda was. Thirsting for power and more than eager to get some answers regarding clones and the degenerative effects of the Dark side on one’s body, the child skipped through the vessel’s foreboding halls where light and dark were one and the same. Albeit still far from proficient in the art of sensing through the Force, the acolyte could feel the slithering hunger crawling across her skin as if eager to dig into her very soul and feast upon it. It sent shivers down her spine, though she did not act upon the worming sensation. The feeling grew in strength as they drew near the ship master’s meditation chamber. The door slid open on its own, beckoning the Sithling to enter and face the unknown.
Before crossing the threshold, she put on the sweetest of smiles.
“Hellooo~!” Her childishly singsong voice called forth and in she went, edging closer to the alien. Adopting an uncharacteristically friendly, practically merry expression for a Sith, the child bowed her head, bent the knees outward and swept her right foot behind her while holding her skirt out ever so slightly.
“My lord,” the little Sithling chirped and her polite smile turned devious in the corners of her mouth. “Permit me the freedom to thank you for inviting me. It is a privilege.”
She laughed in her trademark giggle, soft and playful.
“Fufufufufu~!”
Tsisaar Taral’s ship hungrily accepted the small-statured girl as her little shoes padded along the corridors. Wearing a long embroiled dress that rustled against her socks, frilled at the sleeves and cream-white in color, she trotted next to her escort to where the Sith awaited her presence. Despite the gloomy, almost somber atmosphere aboard, Funami practically radiated her intoxicating childish innocence, like a shining beacon of light tearing into the dark. The un-Sith-like acolyte looked awfully adorable, especially when she smiled. It was all a lie. Those cutesy smiles never reached Funami's eyes, where treachery hid behind a veil of caution.
Anyone to peer deep into her would see not the naïve soul of a child, but something straight out of nightmares.
She did not know the reason behind the Sith knight’s generous invitation, but most definitely knew what her own agenda was. Thirsting for power and more than eager to get some answers regarding clones and the degenerative effects of the Dark side on one’s body, the child skipped through the vessel’s foreboding halls where light and dark were one and the same. Albeit still far from proficient in the art of sensing through the Force, the acolyte could feel the slithering hunger crawling across her skin as if eager to dig into her very soul and feast upon it. It sent shivers down her spine, though she did not act upon the worming sensation. The feeling grew in strength as they drew near the ship master’s meditation chamber. The door slid open on its own, beckoning the Sithling to enter and face the unknown.
Before crossing the threshold, she put on the sweetest of smiles.
“Hellooo~!” Her childishly singsong voice called forth and in she went, edging closer to the alien. Adopting an uncharacteristically friendly, practically merry expression for a Sith, the child bowed her head, bent the knees outward and swept her right foot behind her while holding her skirt out ever so slightly.
“My lord,” the little Sithling chirped and her polite smile turned devious in the corners of her mouth. “Permit me the freedom to thank you for inviting me. It is a privilege.”
She laughed in her trademark giggle, soft and playful.
“Fufufufufu~!”
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