Unfastening my saber from my belt, I dropped it before kneeing before the man and woman, though I kept my focus on the weapon should the need for it arise.
"Perhaps leaving the order was a mistake... What am I doing here," I whispered to myself, then thought of the day I had left the order. The Jedi Masters taking me away from master. They said I was not ready for a master, that I still needed to be with the younglings for a while longer. They underestimated me, underestimated my power.
I was suddebly sure of it once again. Leaving that Order, abandoning my Code, neigh THEIR code, was the right thing to do. Only through the Sith Masters will I achieve true power. Looking up, I gazed at the Sith Master, the Mistress, and the rebellious woman with a pistol. What was she doing? Couldn't she see that she could easily be killed?
I thought to help her but quickly abandoned the thought. THat was a Jedi notion, and I was Jedi no more. If the roles were reversed, she would surely let me die, might even join in on the fun of killing me, so why bother?
Still I watched. Still I waited. I envied those around me. I desired their strength, their mercilessness, their malice, their cruelty.
Their power. I was prepared to do anything to achieve it.