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A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the interior of the transport, a thunderclap rattling the inside of the starship. Dr. Prasinaima sat in the dark, pacing back and forth in her own thoughts. Another bolt of lightning split the sky in a dazzling display of energy. It was close enough to snap the doctor out of her trance and back to reality. The subsequent thunder shook the transport once more, the ship pouting as it tore through the atmosphere of Dromund Kaas. She looked out the window and returned to her own thoughts. Truth was, she'd been lost in her own mind the whole ride there. Dr. Prasinaima had been summoned by the Dark Lord of the Sith. Whatever happened on her last mission had earned his attention.
She came to the summons dressed in her medium armor, sans the helmet. A dark cloak was drawn over her shoulders and head, concealing her features. She had five lightsabers clipped to her belt: hers and the sabers of four fallen Jedi. She had taken the sabers from their cold, dead hands not twenty-four hours ago. Dirt and grime covered its hilt; either the Jedi hadn't cleaned it or the saber was dirtied in their fight. She suspected the latter: Jedi were filthy hermits living in squalor and muck, resigned to squandering the holy gifts of the Force. Of course, the Sith forcing the Jedi into such conditions never helped. Yet, Dr. Prasinaima saw a perfect order to this. The weak were meant to suffer at the hands of the strong. It was simple nature. It was the will of the Force.
As the transport cleared the clouds, the Black Citadel was in plain view. It approached a landing pad protruding from the facade of the Black Citadel, hissing as it landed. With one final hiss, the boarding ramp opened and the Templar stepped out of the transport. Her cape fluttered in the wind, the Templar standing there for but a second. Whatever happened in the Black Citadel was going to change her life, one way or another. Whoever entered that chamber would not be the same person as the one who would leave it. With this, she continued along the landing pad and entered the Black Citadel.
When Dr. Prasinaima entered the Dark Lord's chambers, she approached a ring in the center of the room. There, she bent a knee and bowed her head.
Upon taking this position, she asked,"What is thy bidding, my lord?"
@Vinny