She felt horrible. Ever since she'd bought that black-jeweled necklace, Mistradark had felt horrible. Even going to the Coruscant Casino didn't cheer her up. She tried everything, even drinking juma juice, which she hated. Mistra contacted her father via HoloNet on her homeworld of Naboo. "Mistra, it's all in your head," he told her. "Just go with Syyon, Shilana and Vilxi to the Casino. You three love it there." She replied,"Dad, I already went there and.... I just... don't feel like... myself."
Meanwhile, Vilxi Okaxer and Syyon Mikon, corporals in the Hutt Military, were about to fall asleep in their Firespray-class fighter, Duskyre.
KA-BLAM!
"WHAT WAS THAT?!," Syyon yelled loudly. "I'll check the cargo hold," Vilxi said. He slowly slid open the door.
"I'll come to her by night.... I'll take her by the throat..... and, THIS I'll DO TO MISTRA, THIS I'LL DO TO MISTRA! THAT'S A SPECIAL LITTLE GIFT FROM ME... TO YOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!," A voice exclaimed from nowhere...
Meanwhile, Vilxi Okaxer and Syyon Mikon, corporals in the Hutt Military, were about to fall asleep in their Firespray-class fighter, Duskyre.
KA-BLAM!
"WHAT WAS THAT?!," Syyon yelled loudly. "I'll check the cargo hold," Vilxi said. He slowly slid open the door.
"I'll come to her by night.... I'll take her by the throat..... and, THIS I'll DO TO MISTRA, THIS I'LL DO TO MISTRA! THAT'S A SPECIAL LITTLE GIFT FROM ME... TO YOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!," A voice exclaimed from nowhere...