Sirella Valkner
Because I'm a plant.
Sirella paced a little bit as she waited for the red skinned woman to arrive. Ancient runes were etched into the stone of the newly refinished floor. Each esoteric figure held meaning, and power. The palace, if one could call it that, was the closest thing to luxury one would find on the planet of Raxus Prime. Sirella had choosen to take up resident there as she managed the affairs of the planet.
Raxus Prime was a dump, in a very literal sense. The planet had been a center for the waste industry with starships and other industrial garbage sent for recycling. The salvage facilities on planet were working at top efficiency, no doubt in part to the Sith overlord present to oversee everything. Sirella let out a sigh, it was a dead world, and it did not appeal to her in the least, still it suited her purposes and design for the training of this red woman.
Raxus Prime was a dump, in a very literal sense. The planet had been a center for the waste industry with starships and other industrial garbage sent for recycling. The salvage facilities on planet were working at top efficiency, no doubt in part to the Sith overlord present to oversee everything. Sirella let out a sigh, it was a dead world, and it did not appeal to her in the least, still it suited her purposes and design for the training of this red woman.