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The first person to say I look like Mara Jade dies. And really? I look nothing like her. That bitch was way fatter than I am. She looked like a Zeltron on a street corner. Me? I'm a real woman. I have the looks. I have the brains. And, most importantly, I have the power.
My name is Shelke. I was not always a Sith. In fact, I was originally a member of the peaceful Force order in the Centrality called the Skeith Centrality. I was an excellent student, a pupil to Skeith Scimir Christian Shepherd. The men there thought themselves superior. Sexist pigs. Despite their superiority, it was I, not them, that gained Shepherd's favor. I was the one who got a recommendation to work at a private research station with a scientist named Dr. Frank Stein. However, I soon learned the man's name wasn't Stein. It was Geist Weiss. He had been looking for research assistants for his Project Saligia. At first, I was somewhat hesitant. After all, the experiments he proposed were definitely unethical. But when I got to experiment on my first guy, it was like love. I knew it was my calling. The feeling of control over a person's mind and mental state was euphoric. I learned how to increase people's powers, to draw out their potential.
But then I thought, why should I unleash other people's potential? Why shouldn't I be the one empowered. That night, I beat up Geist Weiss and demanded he give me the augmentations too. I wanted the power I had been gifting others. He complied. After all. He's just a man. Press him hard enough and he'll comply to a woman's demands just like any other man.
The process was painful, both physically and mentally but it was worth it. He tried to modify my mind, but I managed to ward him off. True, I occasionally get blackouts, but that's a small price to pay for power. I was stronger. I no longer needed that worm Geist or any man for that matter. I was my own woman.
I quit the research and joined the Sith. After all, they would respect me for my power. I was strong and those barking men would be seen for what they really were. For my resume to enter the Sith academy, I beheaded the biggest, meanest guy I could find and presented it literally on a silver platter. The Sith master was impressed and approved my enrollment. He even gave me some lessons. That is, until I cut off his hands for his repeated sexual harassment. I had joined the Sith, yet these worms were still present. But I had to admit that these were the lower ranks. Of course there would be some filth around. So I work. I strive to become stronger, to rise up the ranks so that I may leave the filth behind. To be a woman to be feared. Even more than Empress Andraste.
But do not worry, my dear empress. You're a radiant role model for women everywhere. You're not prize trophy. You killed Darth Exodeus and showed the superiority of women. No, my aim isn't against you. It's Arcturus. One day. One day I'll succeed you. The day of men's superiority is coming. The age of women is nearing. My age.
