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The dusty wind of Korriban breathed over the dead planet like a lover's sigh. But this lover was leaving, and the wind blew no more, the arid wasteland that stretched for miles left undisturbed by the sky's habits as the normally placid atmosphere gave up, just like the planet beneath. The lack of wind made the already hot, dry crags feel even hotter and drier.
But Lavender had a cool feeling in her spine. Although her purple headband was sweatsoaked and her dreadlocks hung straight from the heat as though they had been cooked, Lavender looked more like a pilot in a climate-controlled cockpit than a Sith Crusader standing in a wasteland. But there was a reason for her crooked smile, her slightly tilted head, her gleam of excitement, and it had to do with a very special person en route to her location.
It would be her first acolyte. Finally, she had been given some recognition by her peers. They had always said she wasn't 'fit' for an acolyte. Of course she was fit. She could run a faster mile than half the Crusaders she knew, and she had a six-pack. A six-pack! No flab below the bra, none.
Maybe they meant mentally fit. Admittedly, Lavender hadn't really thought about it. She figured they meant physically, because realistically speaking she was probably among the smallest Sith around, so petite and gaunt. And they couldn't have meant mentally, because she was a damn genius and everyone had to know that. Who else would have thought to put a cat in the cafetorium to keep the mice away? So what if the cute little kitty contaminated a little food, at least there were no mice. She recalled someone saying mice weren't native to Korriban... But then, neither was the cat, and if the kitty could be smuggled in then mice could too, and there's nothing wrong with a little insurance against annoying vermin.
Speaking of annoying vermin, Lavender was pulled from her thoughts by a muffled cry some distance behind her. She closed her eyes to keep from losing her temper, and called behind her, "I told you to shut it!"
The muffled noise stopped, and Lavender let out an agitated sigh as she cast her eyes to the southern sky. The acolyte was given very clear instructions to take a shuttle from the temple to her exact coordinates, so that they could meet and greet...
But Lavender had a cool feeling in her spine. Although her purple headband was sweatsoaked and her dreadlocks hung straight from the heat as though they had been cooked, Lavender looked more like a pilot in a climate-controlled cockpit than a Sith Crusader standing in a wasteland. But there was a reason for her crooked smile, her slightly tilted head, her gleam of excitement, and it had to do with a very special person en route to her location.
It would be her first acolyte. Finally, she had been given some recognition by her peers. They had always said she wasn't 'fit' for an acolyte. Of course she was fit. She could run a faster mile than half the Crusaders she knew, and she had a six-pack. A six-pack! No flab below the bra, none.
Maybe they meant mentally fit. Admittedly, Lavender hadn't really thought about it. She figured they meant physically, because realistically speaking she was probably among the smallest Sith around, so petite and gaunt. And they couldn't have meant mentally, because she was a damn genius and everyone had to know that. Who else would have thought to put a cat in the cafetorium to keep the mice away? So what if the cute little kitty contaminated a little food, at least there were no mice. She recalled someone saying mice weren't native to Korriban... But then, neither was the cat, and if the kitty could be smuggled in then mice could too, and there's nothing wrong with a little insurance against annoying vermin.
Speaking of annoying vermin, Lavender was pulled from her thoughts by a muffled cry some distance behind her. She closed her eyes to keep from losing her temper, and called behind her, "I told you to shut it!"
The muffled noise stopped, and Lavender let out an agitated sigh as she cast her eyes to the southern sky. The acolyte was given very clear instructions to take a shuttle from the temple to her exact coordinates, so that they could meet and greet...