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Private The Enemy of My Enemy....Is Still Not My Friend

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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
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Hushed tones and whispers echoed magically throughout the Palace on the Sith homeworld of Jutrand, words no doubt infused with false additions or exaggerated phrases; neither of which I cared to fancy myself with. I hated coming here, not just to this majestic eye sore created by their Emperor, but the planet itself; filled with too many ideologies of political maneuvering and back side ego boosting. I hated the Sith, more than the Jedi at times, but they were a necessity to me, just another tool I've grown to manipulate to reach higher purposes, and to earn the right to be left alone.

However, it didn't take long for whatever was being pushed around the Palace to find me. I looked up at Archimedes, my fowl feathered fiend, jointly sighing together. I wondered internally how long or how much I had to express to these fools that I did not care about their problems; Dathomir is my home, and that along with my Sisters is all I cared about, though Sith are like little children, until they burn their hand they do understand the concept of fire, or hot. Luckily, I didn't have to see that Emperor, forced to endure his voice like broken nails running down a chalkboard. I was simply handed a datapad, which made me consider changing the I.D. on that 'borrowed' ship or outright get a new one. I hate being tracked.

At the conclusion of the recorded message, I let out a cackle of laughter that rolled down the hallway in flooding fashion, bent on drowning all who stood in its path. Just another example of ignorance among this Order. Send the one Sith who has no loyalty to the Order or its Emperor, the one Sith who would betray the Order for a handful of peanuts, the one Sith who has shown more defiance than any other to hunt down a powerful weapon of such magnitude and destroy it, along with those in possession of the weapon. How easy could they make this? But I will destroy the weapon not because I was asked or order to, depending how you perceived the tone of the message, out of concern of robbing the Jedi and their keepers from getting their dirty paws on it.


"You were right Archie, t'was a mistake coming here," I said handing the perched raven roosting on my shoulder a fresh cut of fleshy meat, "It seems we are off to Prakith to play hero. What? I don't know what kind of food they have for a raven."


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The name alone carried weight.

A world steeped in darkness, its skies choked with storms that rumbled like the ghosts of old wars. Valery wasn't here for the ghosts. The Jedi had caught wind of something — a weapon, powerful and dangerous, and shrouded in enough secrecy that even whispers were hard to come by. That alone was cause for concern. But what made it worse was where it had surfaced. Prakith. A world the Sith still touched, still claimed, still whispered to in the shadows.

And if the Sith were after this weapon, then she knew exactly what needed to be done.

It needed to be destroyed.

Her X-wing cut through the thick clouds, dipping into the planet's upper atmosphere. Turbulence rocked the cockpit, rattling her slightly in her seat, but Valery barely noticed. Her fiery gaze was locked on the surface below, where jagged mountain ranges clawed at the sky, their peaks lost in mist. Hidden among them were ruins, outposts, the decayed remnants of Sith power long thought forgotten.

But nothing was ever truly forgotten.

A soft beep from her console signaled her descent vector. She adjusted course, guiding the starfighter toward a secluded canyon where she could set down without drawing attention. The landing was smooth, the hiss of venting hydraulics muffled against the roar of distant winds.

Then, silence.

Valery climbed out, boots meeting the cold, uneven stone beneath her. The air was thin here, sharp with the metallic scent of rain yet to fall. Overhead, the sky churned in endless shades of gray.

She reached out with the Force.

The darkness was thick here, like an oil slick across the planet's surface. Not overwhelming. Not unbearable. But it was there, clinging to the ruins like ivy, seeping into the bones of the world itself. It wasn't surprising — Prakith had always been a place where shadows lingered long after the bodies fell.

Adjusting the strap of her pack, she exhaled slowly and moved forward.

There were no grand armies here. No war cries, no banners, no Sith Lords proclaiming dominion over the land. But she wasn't alone. Something — someone — else was on the hunt.

She could feel it.







 
The Horror in the Darkness
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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All around where the Force touched, the Dark Side stood above like a staunch guardian, waiting on command to strike its deadly blow. The planet was barren, near desolate for a few settled cities and other collections of civilized living that refused to suffer defeat, etching out a life among the many mountains and plateaus dotting the planet's landscape. There was also pain and suffering, wafting off the surface of the rock planet, trickling together with a steep, rich history. All this I felt, all this made my undead heart skip beats.

"Such a peculiar place, oddly fascinating," I said to Archimedes, my golden eyes observing the serene-less panorama. Dormant and active volcanoes varying in size performed like rippling waves in the far reaches of the topography, the latter spewing caustic fumes and blackened ash in the sky, threatening to molest the lungs of the living; whilst tangerine-red lava danced in serpentine fashion down the sides.

Drawing the hood of my outfit over my dreadlocked hair, rattling the few entwined bones in procession, it was time to seek out this weapon that has now become the temporary bane of my existence. Prakith was not lacking in ancient ruins, or ghostly inhabited caverns or tombs; ripe pickings to hide a weapon. Automatically Prak city was eliminated, to folly to harbor a secret of that immensity among that many people, as well as the other cities. No, it would be stashed away somewhere nobody wished to visit; leaving only
Andeddu's Keep as the only reasonable solution.

The mere thought of the Keep sent orgasmic chills coursing through my body, a warm glow emancipating from deep within my nether regions. Undoubtedly, after so many passing centuries, the Keep was possibly void of any useful content or tomes written with frightful contexts. I recalled during my Apprenticeship how my Master spoke of how ancient Sith ruins, temples, and such always drew the unholy apparitions which thwarted many an adventure's curiosity nature to delve headfirst into exploring these ruined edifices. I fear no ghosts or the dead, rather quite the opposite in fact. I find it more fantastical to convey with spirits and the dead, their lifeless voices speaking only in truths; unlike the great many lies falling from parting jaws of the living.


"Come Archie, standing around gets us no closer back to Dathomir," vocalizing my thoughts, sensing among all this darkness a single beacon of light was encroaching upon it. It would seem I wasn't the only predator hunting.


Valery Noble Valery Noble
 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The wind howled through the jagged cliffs of Prakith, carrying with it the weight of a world steeped in history and ruin. Valery moved swiftly through the narrow canyon paths, her cloak snapping against the harsh gusts as she pressed on toward the looming structure ahead.

Andeddu's Keep.

A place of legend. A place of dread. Even from a distance, the fortress stood defiant against time, its weathered stone walls etched with the scars of countless centuries. The Dark Side clung to it, thick and heavy, coiling through its cracks like a living thing. It was an unnatural presence — not just the residual energy of what once was, but something more. Something waiting.

Something aware.

Valery exhaled slowly, adjusting the grip on her pack as she reached out with the Force once more, letting its currents guide her. The darkness here was suffocating, pressing against her senses like the weight of deep ocean waters, but she had walked through worse. She had faced worse. Still, something was different.

There was another presence.

It wasn't the echoes of the past, not the lingering malice of Sith Lords long dead — this was current. Moving. Watching. It was strong, steeped in the Dark Side, and yet… unfamiliar. Not one of the Sith Lords who plagued the war. Not one of the acolytes who followed in their wake. This one was something else entirely.

Valery slowed her steps, crouching behind the jagged remains of a fallen column as she surveyed the Keep's outer perimeter. Even now, she could feel the pull, the way the darkness twisted around whoever was inside. A seeker of Sith knowledge, then? A scavenger looking for relics? Or worse — someone who already knew what was hidden here?

Her jaw tightened. She had no intention of letting another dark force weapon slip into the wrong hands. Whether this newcomer was an enemy or merely an opportunist remained to be seen, but one thing was certain — if they were here for the same reason she was, this was going to be a problem.

With a quiet breath, she moved closer, keeping to the shadows of the ruined battlements, waiting for the right moment.

Waiting to see just what kind of predator had found its way to Prakith.







 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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Up the spiraling steps I walked, playing a game of toss the stone up in the air and catch it, cooing romantically with sadistic thoughts of the paws of the Dark Side groping me. The whole castle was in eviction status; crumbling walls, weathered damage from years of neglect, and a sad representation from one of the darkest minds of the Order. I hoped to see spooks, apparitions, or a partial rotted corpse from a failed adventure's dream of fame and glory.

What I felt was something trying to portray their wholesomeness upon all yet dripping venom from savory thoughts of hedonism and darker thoughts further than that. The sickening feeling of the Light Side was strong, still pale to the overabundance from bogan, and I was compelled to laugh.

Jedi.

Any gambling man could have safely bet their soul on the goodie-two-shoes showing up; uninvited as always. I already didn't want to be here, I bore easily, and this Jedi complicated matters now. I do not play well with surprises.

Sweet and loyal, yet fierce and a pain in the ass, Archie took to flight; swirling around until our connection caught the female Jedi in our eyes. With a mystic word, I transformed; now taking flight. Together we hovered over the Jedi, until I landed on a ledge, still in raven form and asked, "Are you lost? This is no place for the likes of you. Danger! Danger! Danger!"

And boredom returned.

Repeating the word in reverse, I went from raven to vampire; sitting on the ledge, left leg over the right. "You Jedi are nosy, easily broken, but nosy none-the-less. I assume asking the question of why you're here is probably moot, but still, why are you?"

"Rhetorical."

"I've never smelt you before, and I really hate fighting anyone less your dinner, so please cut me deep and tell me you're here to take that weapon back?"

"Because I can't allow that."




Valery Noble Valery Noble
 



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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
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Valery remained still in the shadows, her fiery gaze tracking the raven as it circled overhead. She felt the shift in the air before she saw it — the unnatural ripple of the Dark Side twisting reality to its whims. A moment later, the creature was gone, replaced by the figure now lounging on a crumbling ledge above.

A vampire.

The unnatural, predatory aura clung to her like mist, seeping through the ruins like something woven into the very fabric of the Dark Side itself. This was no ordinary scavenger or Sith acolyte desperate for scraps of lost power — this was something older, something with its own agenda.

And yet, despite the theatrics, the dramatics, the boredom, Valery barely reacted. She simply exhaled, stepping into the open with a slow, measured pace.

"I'm not here to take anything," she said, her voice even, unwavering. "I'm here to destroy it."

Her stance remained relaxed, but there was a weight behind her presence, something steady — unyielding. She had done this before. Walked into the depths of old Sith ruins, stared into the abyss, and broken the chains of those who sought to wield forgotten horrors.

She would do it again.

Lifting her chin slightly, she studied the woman in return, golden-orange eyes flickering with something sharper than curiosity. "But that makes two of us trespassing here," she continued. "So, tell me — what's your purpose?"





 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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"Destroy it. How interesting?"

I sat there, staring down at the female Jedi, my left ankle tapping in unison to a non-existent beat from a musical montage harmonizing it's way across the wind. So the Jedi wasn't here to take the weapon, but to destroy it? If she had been Sith, her words would carry the weight of a lie, but she wasn't.

"And why would the Jedi wish to see this mechanical monstrosity destroyed? Surely such a device would alter the struggle between our two Orders in your favor."


For now I ignored her inquiry, still gauging this Jedi. I needed a closer look, and slithered myself off the ledge downward, guiding myself through the Force before landing with an elegance of a floating ghost. I stood a few feet away from her, but towering her greatly in height.

"You're ignorance has no boundaries," I said slightly menacing, whilst waving my arms around to direct the Jedi's attentive eyes to the ancient structure upon which we stood, "This is a Sith composition, the only trespasser is you, Jedi.

"And as such, you are, in theory, not welcomed."


Slowly I placed my arms behind my back, entwining my hands together, to show the Jedi I had no desire to fight, nor did I find her threatening to me, as Archie landed on my right shoulder a split second later.

"You may find this difficult to fathom, Jedi, but to answer your question...my purpose here is also to destroy that weapon. Unless of course I'm deceiving you, I am Sith afterall."


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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
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Valery didn't flinch as the Sith dropped down from the ledge, moving with a ghostly elegance that spoke of both power and control. Instead, she simply watched, her fiery gaze steady as she tracked the taller woman's movements. She was used to being towered over — most people were taller than her — but there was something different about this. Something unnatural.

Then, she spoke.

Valery's expression remained unreadable. "That's exactly why," she said simply. "Because war isn't a game of advantages and weapons of mass destruction. Not for me." Her gaze flickered toward the ruined structure around them, the ancient Sith foundations steeped in the echoes of past horrors. She could feel the weight of its history pressing down on her, thick with blood and ambition. Nothing good had ever come from this place.

But then, the woman answered her question — and that was where the real surprise came. She was there to destroy the weapon, too. Valery's brows lifted slightly, amber eyes narrowing with intrigue. Of all the things she had expected a Sith to say, that hadn't been one of them. "Is that so?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly.

There was logic in a Jedi wanting to see something like this erased from existence. A superweapon, an unchecked force of destruction — it had no place in this galaxy. It was too dangerous, too easily corrupted, too easily turned against those who had no way of defending themselves.

But why her?

The Sith folded her hands behind her back, making no move to attack, and Valery made no move to draw her saber. There was no fight to be had here. Not yet, anyway. "Destroying a weapon like this makes sense for me," Valery continued, her tone calm but measured. "But you? A Sith? That's… interesting."

A pause.

"Why?"






 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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My poisonous lips betrayed me, entertaining the thought of designing a rebellious smirk against their Master, yet they succeeded. The facial expression was not wholly directed toward the Jedi's inquisitive nature, but more to the reputation we Sith have allowed others to project upon us; and rightfully so. I could smell the wisdom, the mental battle scars of a veteran standing before me, credit given. And yet saddened, that with all the experience bloating within the Jedi, all the Sith she must have confronted and vice versa, she thought us all one copy!

But I checked my anger.


"Because I am deceitful."

Placing my right hand into a pocket, I withdrew a piece of rancid meat, signs of growth crawling along the surface, and held to Archie to consume. "Not all Sith are the same. Some are worse than others. Then there's me." I outstretched my arm, Archie hopping to the center, continuing, "I hold no reservations of stumbling over myself to hear the Emperor's melodramatic ramblings."

Inspiring myself, I used the Force to blow a gentle wind to clear small debris from a stone railing; promptly following the dealer's call I took a seat. "That weapon is a danger to everyone, Sith included. Not to bore you with historical stories, that weapon would rip the Sith in half, where once was one now stands two. Imagine the carnage the two warring Sith could create in the galaxy just trying to kill each other?" Once more, I cleared away some litter, nodding to the Jedi to sit.

"I want the Sith Order to burn, to fall into the obscurity of nightmares long forgotten. But we can't let them destroy the entire galaxy, I couldn't rule a galaxy of dead planets and skeletal subjects." Now I commanded that smirk. "I lie, Jedi. I just hate the Sith Order, and where I can pry just a wink to push them a bit closer to obscurity, to dispossess them of advancement, then it's my duty to hate to do so."






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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
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Valery studied her carefully. She had fought Sith all her life. She had heard every excuse, every justification, every twisted philosophy they wielded like a weapon to make sense of their destruction. But this? This was different. This was too… honest. Her brow furrowed, just slightly, as she listened to Moskvin speak. The calm confidence, the way she peeled back the layers of deception only to admit her own deceit — it was unexpected. And yet, in an odd way, it made sense.

The Sith Order was a machine that consumed its own. Infighting, treachery, betrayal — it was a cycle as old as the Dark Side itself. But Moskvin? She didn't want to win that game. She wanted to burn the entire board.

Her fiery gaze flicked to the creature at her side, then back to the Sith before her. "So, you hate them," she murmured, arms still loosely crossed, though the tension in her stance had eased just slightly. "That much is clear."

A pause.


"We do agree on one thing."
She gestured vaguely to the ruins around them, to the destruction this place had been built upon, and more importantly, to the threat they both now stood against. "This weapon needs to be destroyed." She met Moskvin's gaze, her own sharp but unreadable. "I have no love for the Sith Order either, but my reasons don't matter right now. This—" she gestured again, her voice steady "—this is bigger than our differences."

Her arms uncrossed, and she exhaled slowly. "So, let's not get in each other's way. We focus on the mission, we destroy this thing, and then—" she shrugged, a small, almost amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips "We can go our separate ways again."

A beat of silence, before she tilted her head slightly.


"Agreed?"







 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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I sat there feeding splintered chunks of corpses to Archie, listening attentively to the best of my ability to care about Jedi words; wondering who was more important; my fowl or the foul Jedi. But the Jedi's proposal was tempting, bordering on friendship. No, not friendship. But enemy of my enemy, that required mantra between historical rivals.

A pact with a Jedi, you get fairness and their strong, sturdy word. A pact with a Sith, well there's the trap already.


"Such a delightful idea, I'm almost oozing through my pores with happiness to work with a Jedi....again. But hold no misconceptions, you're no ordinary Jedi. Hmm....you're the Head Bitc....hmm....Lady of the Jedi Order. I'm feeling respected you sent yourself here. I applaud your attempted deception" It was like a miserable vision seeping into my thoughts, another war against evil versus evil. But I liked her.

"In my most lackluster efforts, I will agree to work with you. Jedi Grandma will need help. I'm over one hund....hmm...old enough to tell you that Sith love their puzzles. Best to have one when you don't need one, compared to need one when you have none. I want your word."


Force feeding Archie his last bite, I continued, "I want a favor owed. Anytime. Anywhere. No questions asked. Yes, make it happen."

I stood up, removing myself from the delightful painful feeling, to turn and stand in front of the Jedi.

"And to be a Lady of my word, I will make absolutely zero attempts on your life," I said sweetly as possible, bowing respectively to show her my double-crossed fingers sleeping on the swell of my back. Majestically, my undead golden eyes caustically rotated upward, feasting on the Grandmaster's truthful eyes, my blue tinged lips smirking, then I winked.

Deceitful.






Valery Noble Valery Noble

 



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Valery exhaled slowly, her gaze never once leaving Moskvin's as she considered the demand. A favor, anytime, anywhere, no questions asked. That was a dangerous thing to owe a Sith. It was an open-ended invitation to chaos, a thread that could be pulled at the worst possible moment.

And Valery didn't make promises she wouldn't keep.

Her arms remained loosely at her sides, tension still coiled beneath the surface, but her voice remained even, steady. "I'll give you my word that I won't stand in your way here. That we'll see this through, destroy this weapon, and leave this place in ruins." She tilted her head slightly, smirk flickering at the edges of her lips. "But if you want a favor? It has limits."

She took a step forward, closing the space between them just enough. "I'm not going to betray my morals or my people. If you call in something that goes against everything I stand for, you'll be sorely disappointed." There was no bite in her words, no threat, just a simple, undeniable truth.

Her gaze flicked downward, catching the slight movement at Moskvin's back — the unmistakable gesture of crossed fingers. Valery chuckled, a quiet, knowing sound.


"I'd rather face a thousand Sith puzzles, than betray what I believe in."

She reached out, offering her hand — not in a pledge of allegiance, not in trust, but in understanding. "But if you can live with those terms, then we have a deal."





 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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"Betrayal?"

Seductively I uncrossed my fingers, those blood-stained daggers of death; musically. It was for not show; I do not believe in parlor tricks. If I wanted you dead, ......dead. But I wasn't here for murder, not her anyway. I stood straight-up to my massive form, my height tall enough to gaze upon the Eternal Fires of another potential fallen Jedi who undoubtedly craves the Dark Side, a memory long forgotten; losing count of how many I put there of the hundreds of years.

"Define limits, Grandmaster?"


I could smell her pause, and rightfully so. I could offer her everything and deliver nothing. We Sith, how scary. But not all lie. And here comes the rub. So, I waved my first question away.

"Amnesty."


Pointing upwards, with a piece of jewelry now in his mouth, Archie flew upwards toward the sky. Flying like a fallen angel looking for remorse, that's when I turned my gaze back to the Jedi. "That piece of jewelry holds my soul. I'm a Nightsister first, Sith second. We cheated death long before the Sith."

A flick of a forefinger tapped across my leg, the jewelry in my fowl's mouth exploded with no harm to him. A small, and safe, cloud of
fell a feet Morrow's Whisper away. "Imagine a world without a Sith Emperor. I want to help you kill the Sith....all Sith, minus me Love.

"But first, business."











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Valery's eyes narrowed slightly as Moskvin uncrossed her fingers, the motion as deliberately theatrical as it was unsettling. The words that followed were even more so — a soul bound in jewelry, exploded without hesitation. A Nightsister before Sith. Claims of wanting to kill all Sith — except herself, of course.

Valery didn't trust it.

But she didn't have to.

This wasn't about trust. It was about ending something dangerous. Something worse than Moskvin. And whatever her game was — whatever twisted logic or personal vendetta she was playing at — didn't change the fact that Valery had come here to destroy a weapon of mass destruction.

So she gave a single nod.

"Then let's get to it," she said simply, her voice steady. "Business first."

She turned and moved toward the entrance of the facility, her pace quick but purposeful. She didn't look back to see if Moskvin was following — she knew she was. The ancient hallway beyond the door yawned wide, half-shrouded in flickering shadows. Dark runes lined the walls. The kind that made the air buzz against her skin, like the Force itself was whispering warnings only half-spoken.

Valery didn't flinch. "Whatever's waiting down there," she muttered without breaking stride, "I hope it's ready for us." She wasn't doing this for Moskvin. She wasn't doing this for the favor. She was doing it because no matter who stood beside her, the darkness ahead still needed to burn.






 
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"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

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I almost had an ounce of respect for this female Jedi, this Grandmaster of the good morals brigade, for offering her back not only to a Sith; but to me as she led the way to the cryptic looking entrance. I hated keeping my word, weak in keeping my self-honest as it was, but I did; and now I had to play by the Jedi's rules. I watched her lower region bounce back and forth as I haunted her steps from behind, finding a fascination to what she possessed under all that material.

I was 19 when I was forced to become this beautiful monster, never knowing the touch or warmth of another, and yet, I felt it was strangely odd that I questioned if it was proper to do so now. Yes, I had a love for another, another of my kind, but it was a warped love; filled with twisted promises and a coldness that crept from long forgotten tombs. Still, curiosity was in my nature. But now was not the time, there was something sinister down there awaiting us.

"I wouldn't venture any further, Jedi," I said moving in front of her, reading the runes that dotted the beginning of the hallway. They were ancient, most likely created by the Sith species judging by the obscure designs. The Sith were always cautious, never trusting those outside their species, and look at them now; nothing more than a broken and rotted shell of their former selves.

"I must gravely assume you can't read these runes, Jedi. Sith, even those long dead, do fancy their diabolical traps." I studied the runes closely and was amazed how they were intricately created to hold truths mixed between the lies. I looked down to the floor, then back to the walled runes. "Puzzles," I whispered under my callous breath. I explained to the Jedi that the floor was indeed set in trap formation, but it was a simple fix. "As a child, Jedi, have you ever played the game hopscotch? For your sake, I hope so.

"See how the floor is patterned to mimic the runes on the wall, the designs anyway? We must only leap from tile to tile that have those similar carvings engraved onto them. Not so creative by my standards, but then again....I'm the one that can read them, and I do hope you can trust me to not lead you to doom...now, after you?"


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