The First Daughter
She sat at the small work bench she had as an acolyte, her visor allowing her to zoom in on the components she was working on. She had decided, before she began her full training in the ways of the Sith, she wanted to build something. Three somethings to be precise, to be eyes and ears for her.
Information was power and she would gain that power over her fellow acolytes by any means necessary, something to stand out from the masses and attract a true Master. She was powerful, she knew that, she had been told that, but she wanted to be something even greater.
Sparks flew as she continued to solder and make the necessary connections within the droid's brain. They would be loyal only to her, the information they gleaned sent directly to her. They would need a role in combat as well, make them durable enough to take hits.
As she finished the last touches on the droid brain for probe one, she would prove why she carried the name the First Daughter ... to everyone.
Information was power and she would gain that power over her fellow acolytes by any means necessary, something to stand out from the masses and attract a true Master. She was powerful, she knew that, she had been told that, but she wanted to be something even greater.
Sparks flew as she continued to solder and make the necessary connections within the droid's brain. They would be loyal only to her, the information they gleaned sent directly to her. They would need a role in combat as well, make them durable enough to take hits.
As she finished the last touches on the droid brain for probe one, she would prove why she carried the name the First Daughter ... to everyone.