That last part was silently noted and Talon would be sure to, as is the Sith way, make her intentions known with actions โ not simple words.
โGood. Follow.โ
A gauntleted hand was offered to lead the Devaronian to the Twiโlekโs quarters.
her season was coming upon her again.
โDuly noted. Iโll see to it after a session in the refresher.โ
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: Sheโd been to Korriban again and wandered the ancient sands.
Two: โ
"Hm."
She offers the tissue back to Talon.
"Next time try sneezing into a tube. I can work far better with such clean samples.
But regardless of this...how are you?"
โForgive me. I didnโt see you. It was not my intention to decorate your face.โ
Talon said, lekku curling, teeth grinding together for a moment.
โCrypt dust.โ
She said aloud again.
Sith didnโt get sick.
โCool, I get it, this is the real you. Itโs a pleasure, nice to meet you; druk like this brings the Order down! Everyoneโs a Jedi till thereโs an attractive Dark Side user around!โ โ Unknown Jedi Master.
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.
โIt is done; Iโll be returning shortly.โ
She told the projected figureโฆ
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 โ
knelt and plucked the data disc from his pudgy fingers.
He didnโt 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 toโ
โPerhaps I might prepare you a soporific, Doctor?โ
The steady staccato rhythm of the doctorโs drumming fingers against her desk stopped at the 2-1B droidโs offer.
โNo; thank you, Bolts.โ
Miranda replied, voice barely above a murmur as she finally blinked, bringing โ