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The tall lush grass that covered the plains of Dellat swept in the wind. A figure was travelling across it alone and seemingly unarmed except for a small metal cylinder worn at the belt. The figure strode with the confident stride that seemed to indicate that they had complete dominion over all that would meet them on their trek and woe to the ones who did not pay proper respect. The traveller who just so happened to be Togruta and female was on a mission from her master who just so happened to be a sith and a very impatient one at that.
She was to bring several books and maps that were stored in a rather unassuming library (she had murdered the single aged librarian and quickly located her prise by intimidating his assistant subsequently killing him) back to her master currently located on Thalassia at the mansion of a wealthy slave trader who was attempting to garner favour with the sith. This would all be very well were it not for the tirefin in her backpack that resided next to her books. Togruta bodies often have several white patches that interrupted the red that covered most of their form however the acolyte (Who referred to her self as Leega and whose master referred to her as worm, whore, or if he was in a particularly foul mood little XXXX ) had an extra one under her nose that seemed to grow as time went on.
In time Leega reached the forest where she had parked her ship but not 20 minutes after she had entered the forest the urge became to strong for her and she threw her pack to the ground unmindful of the damage that might have occurred to the books. Her hands dug around in bag until they found her true love the pouch full of white dust that promised so many perverse and titillating pleasures to the connoisseur. Taking a handful of the dust and inhaling deeply she felt the familiar and yet alien sensation begin to creep through her nerves. "XXXX the old git" she mumbled to herself then giggled in a fashion much unbecoming of a lady of the sith. Joy quickly soured as Leega began to feel something’s eyes on her as if a great bird was perched in the trees. She shuddered perhaps it was just the trip going bad and of course nothing out her could possibly pose a threat to a sith...
She was to bring several books and maps that were stored in a rather unassuming library (she had murdered the single aged librarian and quickly located her prise by intimidating his assistant subsequently killing him) back to her master currently located on Thalassia at the mansion of a wealthy slave trader who was attempting to garner favour with the sith. This would all be very well were it not for the tirefin in her backpack that resided next to her books. Togruta bodies often have several white patches that interrupted the red that covered most of their form however the acolyte (Who referred to her self as Leega and whose master referred to her as worm, whore, or if he was in a particularly foul mood little XXXX ) had an extra one under her nose that seemed to grow as time went on.
In time Leega reached the forest where she had parked her ship but not 20 minutes after she had entered the forest the urge became to strong for her and she threw her pack to the ground unmindful of the damage that might have occurred to the books. Her hands dug around in bag until they found her true love the pouch full of white dust that promised so many perverse and titillating pleasures to the connoisseur. Taking a handful of the dust and inhaling deeply she felt the familiar and yet alien sensation begin to creep through her nerves. "XXXX the old git" she mumbled to herself then giggled in a fashion much unbecoming of a lady of the sith. Joy quickly soured as Leega began to feel something’s eyes on her as if a great bird was perched in the trees. She shuddered perhaps it was just the trip going bad and of course nothing out her could possibly pose a threat to a sith...