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Post by ippo on Oct 7, 2009 23:17:29 GMT -5
"She is late."
In the dark recesses of Korriban sits the Sith Academy, one of the foremost places of knowledge for those seeking power within the Sith Empire. Many hopefuls come to the Academy intending to rise in glory and become the next Sith Lord or Lady.
One such acolyte, leaning against the wall of his personal chambers, waited anxiously for his arrival. His head was shaved clean, a grimace on his face as he was forced to stand idly for another. She and he had allied (as far as an alliance will go among the Sith) to rise in power together and claim the Sith Empire for themselves. They had lasted the first two months as a result, staving off plots and backstabbings from other students. They had formed a comradeship, growing in confidence with each other. He admitted to himself, as he crossed his arms over his chest in his black uniform, that seeing her put him at ease. A dangerous feeling among the Sith, granted, but one nonetheless.
He admitted as well that on many occasions, he filled with lust. The way she looked, the way she moved, the way she spoke, she smelled. It was noxious. How he had not set himself upon her yet, he was not quite sure now.
That didn't change the fact that he awaited her arrival. She had asked him if she could be by later, which he agreed. Saber sat upon his desk as he stared upon the door.
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