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(@The Kyzer @Aurek)
On the cold, barren planet of Ziost, atop a large hill that all who wished to enter were forced to climb, sat a huge, dark, temple-like structure. It bustled with activity, as it always did. Men and women of all different kinds of species ran to and fro, doing everything from standing around chatting to cleaning to training and everything in between. In the very heart of this huge structure, at the very top, was a large room, occupied by but a single woman.
Silver eyes stared at the doorway of that room, annoyance and impatience painted very clearly on the pale face they were housed in. Short, white hair graced the head of the woman sitting behind an ornate wooden desk. On the other side of the desk sat a second chair, albeit nowhere near as comfortable and ostentatious as the throne-like thing the woman sat behind. Dark, voluminous robes covered her form, contrasting starkly with her pale complexion, silver eyes and white hair.
One arm stuck out of the folds of her robes and sat upon the wooden desk, creating the only sound in the room as she waited. Taptaptaptap, her nails went on the desk. There was a short pause, then the sound repeated itself. Taptaptaptap, pause, repeat. The noise filled the entire room. Her other hand held up her head. It was balled into a fist, supporting the cheek resting on it as its elbow sat upon the desk beneath it. They were late. She hated it when they were late.
Fingers and nails tapping idly on the desk as she waited, the Supreme Leader and High Priestess of the Sith Brotherhood thought back on the recent events that had led to this particular circumstance. An air base heavily damaged by three bombers. Three! With not a single fighter for escort! And all that the useless soldiers stationed there were able to accomplish was shooting down only a single one of them. An entire air field on a planet entirely belonging to the Sith Brotherhood and all they could manage was a single bomber shot down? Pathetic. At least they'd managed to capture the pilot of the craft alive. That was something good, at least.
And now it was time for a little conversation with this pilot. Well, it would be if him and his escort weren't late. She still hadn't decided what she wanted to do with him, but she knew she wanted to talk to him, if for no other reason than for her own entertainment. Perhaps she should have been using this extra time to think about what it was she wanted to do with him, but she wasn't. She was thinking only of the fact that they were late.
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