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Ren Kumori stood in the centre of the cirsular room. There was no light, but for a few dull candles in alcoves. Cages surrounded the perimeter, each containing a sentient life form in tattered rags. She waited for one of her three. Acolytes. It seemed that all the training had fallen to her. She didn't mind. She loved influence...
Her two metal puppets stood behind her, silent sentinals as deadly as any Sith knight, perhaps more so.
Her two metal puppets stood behind her, silent sentinals as deadly as any Sith knight, perhaps more so.