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That last part was silently noted and Talon would be sure to, as is the Sith way, make her intentions known with actions — not simple words. “Good. Follow.” A gauntleted hand was offered to lead the Devaronian to the Twi’lek’s quarters.

Talon merely nodded back, then frowned. “Will you be accompanying me?” Perhaps it had been too long, no?

her season was coming upon her again. “Duly noted. I’ll see to it after a session in the refresher.” Thirdly, she may very well be sick. She had been gone a while after all.

Talon looked at her through a face of red dust that coated her entire form. There was a tale there, as there was in the aspects of her biology Maladi was intimately familiar with. First: She’d been to Korriban again and wandered the ancient sands. Two: —

“Forgive me. I didn’t see you. It was not my intention to decorate your face.” Talon said, lekku curling, teeth grinding together for a moment. “Crypt dust.” She said aloud again. Sith didn’t get sick.

. . . Hands her some tissues. “Consider it a sample.” Talon said in way of apology.

“Cool, I get it, this is the real you. It’s a pleasure, nice to meet you; druk like this brings the Order down! Everyone’s a Jedi till there’s an attractive Dark Side user around!” — Unknown Jedi Master.

Accursed Crypt Dust.

Achoo!

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ MFW desperately trying to summon muse.

leave, the data disc tucked away into a pouch on her belt and traded for a holo that fit comfortably into her gloved palm, blue light playing across her beautiful, cowled features as she spoke. “It is done; I’ll be returning shortly.” She told the projected figure…

knelt and plucked the data disc from his pudgy fingers. He didn’t even care to try to stop her, indeed Talon noted that the man was giving that distinctive wet gurgle that would be the last sound he ever made as she stood back to her full height, stepping over the body to—

own blood, gasping and moan as he tried to stuff what was meant to be inside him back there in vain. The Lethan’s face that had, a moment ago, been so fully of devilish charm and sultry seduction had turned into a blank mask lined only faintly by disgust as she —

He died much like how all the others had. A look that told of denied pleasure and shock at the sudden violence that had seen his insides spew out from him like the disturbed, red serpents of a nest. Talon found the man utterly pathetic as he lay in a expanding pool of his —

“Perhaps I might prepare you a soporific, Doctor?” The steady staccato rhythm of the doctor’s drumming fingers against her desk stopped at the 2-1B droid’s offer. “No; thank you, Bolts.” Miranda replied, voice barely above a murmur as she finally blinked, bringing —

#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐏 𝗔 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 , 𝗙𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝗭𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘀𝗯𝘆 #𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑶𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓. 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓. 𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒 :

| — So; this is still tragically relevant.

| — So; this is still tragically relevant.

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