ShuhaloTemptress
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Character Name: Darth Nyshai (Pronounced: Nee-shay) - Age 25 -
"Yes, my lord," I said upon exiting the hologram chamber. The thing they wanted me to do was borderline unheard of. But it wasn't my place to dismiss their desires. They could kill me if they wanted to, so I do as I am ordered. I walk through the corridors of the command center. Various storm troopers bow or salute as I pass them. They know I am off limits, but I have had several of them at my beck and call. I know each of their weaknesses and know how to bring a man (and a few choice women) to their knees. If I were to desire it, I could have a man walk out onto the landing platform and remove his helmet in the airlessness of space if I wished and he wouldn't question it. Of course - it wouldn't be as if he had any choice in the matter.
******Fast Forward to arriving on the ship******
But alas, I'm heading to go choose a slave - an apprentice of sorts - to take under my wing. Why, oh, why must I do this? Why was I chosen for this sort of task? I shake my head in disbelief as I step off of the platform. A trader, someone that works for the Hutt family, is greeting me. Oh joy...
"What a glorious acquaintance, Lady Darth Nyshai! I have the specimens for you to choose from," he spits when he talks, a gelatinous blob of pure filth walking beside me. His stench undesirable. I look to the men in chains, all in the nude as I turn to each one.
"What are their specialties?" I inquire.
The blob laughs. "Ohh, most of them are absolutely useless, but this one has a specialty for certain! He has some of the force within him but don't worry - we've near beaten it out of him. But perhaps someone of your skill and ability can bring it out of him..."
I look down at the blob, moving past. I step before the one he had mentioned and placed my hand under his chin. "So, do you have a name?" I ask, searching his thoughts with my abilities to seek out the truth in case he lies to me.
"Yes, my lord," I said upon exiting the hologram chamber. The thing they wanted me to do was borderline unheard of. But it wasn't my place to dismiss their desires. They could kill me if they wanted to, so I do as I am ordered. I walk through the corridors of the command center. Various storm troopers bow or salute as I pass them. They know I am off limits, but I have had several of them at my beck and call. I know each of their weaknesses and know how to bring a man (and a few choice women) to their knees. If I were to desire it, I could have a man walk out onto the landing platform and remove his helmet in the airlessness of space if I wished and he wouldn't question it. Of course - it wouldn't be as if he had any choice in the matter.
******Fast Forward to arriving on the ship******
But alas, I'm heading to go choose a slave - an apprentice of sorts - to take under my wing. Why, oh, why must I do this? Why was I chosen for this sort of task? I shake my head in disbelief as I step off of the platform. A trader, someone that works for the Hutt family, is greeting me. Oh joy...
"What a glorious acquaintance, Lady Darth Nyshai! I have the specimens for you to choose from," he spits when he talks, a gelatinous blob of pure filth walking beside me. His stench undesirable. I look to the men in chains, all in the nude as I turn to each one.
"What are their specialties?" I inquire.
The blob laughs. "Ohh, most of them are absolutely useless, but this one has a specialty for certain! He has some of the force within him but don't worry - we've near beaten it out of him. But perhaps someone of your skill and ability can bring it out of him..."
I look down at the blob, moving past. I step before the one he had mentioned and placed my hand under his chin. "So, do you have a name?" I ask, searching his thoughts with my abilities to seek out the truth in case he lies to me.