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"Get the hell away from me, you crazy schutta!! Do you have any ****ing clue who I am?! Are you THAT bat-shit nuts?! The Sith will never be forgiven!!" The fat, pasty, greasy bald bastard said as he back towards the wall, his hands held out, as if to push the air away. In front of him stood a girl around 5 feet tall. She was only 16 years old. Her hair was fiery red, and her eyes seemed to glow with a twisted, cruel form of evil. She puckered her glossy red lips, as if to mock the cowering pig.
"Aw, did the big man get scared and wet his tighty-whiteys? Do you know who discovered me, senator? Your soon-to-be new empress. I'd recommend showing a certain level of respect for myself or any other Sith you come across," She said. Her lips curled into a sly, smooth smile. Whether she cared to admit it or not, she was having the time of her life.
"Please, don't kill me!! I'll double whatever pay you're getting!!" The man cried, falling to his knees. Immediately, the smile faded from her face and was replaced by a look of disgust. She unclipped the lightsaber hilt that was dangling from her hip and ignited the royal-purple blade, twirling it as it hummed delightfully through the air. His sobbing became louder as the blade swung faster and got closer. Eventually, she rested the blade just above his head.
"I'm not getting paid, you idiot. I'm a Sith. We do this for fun. And it was fun! It was all sorts of fun until you stopped being a man and got on your knees and begged! Don't you know; Sith ladies like a man with... Well, how would you put it? Balls? Yeah, balls. You've got nothing. No pride, nothing to call yourself a man. And since you so rudely interrupted my good time," she said, swinging her saber down on the man's neck with a hard blow, "you have no more ****ing use for me."
After the mans head rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, she withdrew her lightsaber and clipped it back to her hip. Another target down, another one to go. She had to admit, she never thought she'd get so many hits in one day. So many people the empire wanted little Slypher to kill. She walked out of the room and sealed the door shut with a quick bolt of lightning. She wanted to make those guards work to find their prize; a big bloody mess to clean up. She smiled as she continued down the hall, brushing a strand of loose hair out of her face. Her day was going just fine.
"Aw, did the big man get scared and wet his tighty-whiteys? Do you know who discovered me, senator? Your soon-to-be new empress. I'd recommend showing a certain level of respect for myself or any other Sith you come across," She said. Her lips curled into a sly, smooth smile. Whether she cared to admit it or not, she was having the time of her life.
"Please, don't kill me!! I'll double whatever pay you're getting!!" The man cried, falling to his knees. Immediately, the smile faded from her face and was replaced by a look of disgust. She unclipped the lightsaber hilt that was dangling from her hip and ignited the royal-purple blade, twirling it as it hummed delightfully through the air. His sobbing became louder as the blade swung faster and got closer. Eventually, she rested the blade just above his head.
"I'm not getting paid, you idiot. I'm a Sith. We do this for fun. And it was fun! It was all sorts of fun until you stopped being a man and got on your knees and begged! Don't you know; Sith ladies like a man with... Well, how would you put it? Balls? Yeah, balls. You've got nothing. No pride, nothing to call yourself a man. And since you so rudely interrupted my good time," she said, swinging her saber down on the man's neck with a hard blow, "you have no more ****ing use for me."
After the mans head rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, she withdrew her lightsaber and clipped it back to her hip. Another target down, another one to go. She had to admit, she never thought she'd get so many hits in one day. So many people the empire wanted little Slypher to kill. She walked out of the room and sealed the door shut with a quick bolt of lightning. She wanted to make those guards work to find their prize; a big bloody mess to clean up. She smiled as she continued down the hall, brushing a strand of loose hair out of her face. Her day was going just fine.