Star Wars The Old Republic

The Emperor closes his Eyes briefly before looking at his Apprentice again.

"Theres great Disturbance in The Force. Jedi hide themselfes on Mandalore....The Future is uncertain but they could Destroy Us."

 

‘Not if we destroy them first, my Master. Those Jedi won’t escape me, I will make haste to Mandalore at once. And any of those stubborn warriors who come between us shall perish as well,’ Mysa smirked.

 

The Emperor nods, showing no Facial Expression.

"Dont dissapoint Me Aporentice. Prove Yourself and End those Jedi."

 

‘I will succeed or die, my Master,’ Mysa answered and shut off her communicator. She checked her surroundings and thought about how to journey to Mandalore.

 

A Officer enters Mysas Chamber. Hes visibly nervous

"M...My Lord Your Shuttle is ready..."

 

Mysa rose from her seat, a predatory grin on her lips. The Sith slowly closed in on the officer, her big chest threatening to escape her indecent attire. She laughed, ‘Good, good. You can relax now, I’m leaving. Do make sure the place doesn’t fall apart while I’m gone.’ Mysa stepped past the officer without paying him more attention and went to the shuttlebay.

 

Two Troopers Stand in Line as She approaches The Shuttlebay aswell as her Lieutenand, Goth.

"My Lady The Ship is fueled and ready" She can tell he looks briefly at her cleavage like he always does since he worked his Way up to The Position he is in now.

 

Mysa went up close to the Lieutenant and grabbed his face, her sharp nails digging into his cheeks, ‘Eyes up here, Luke Skywal–I mean, Goth.’ She continued past him to her shuttle, ‘We head for Mandalore.’

 

He nods and rubs his Cheek "As You wish My Mady....Start The Engines!" He orders The Pilot and they take off.

He approaches Mysa in The back of The Ship. "The Emperor has Plans for Mandalore?"

 

‘It’s not about where we are going, but who we are looking for, Goth,’ Mysa chuckled, ‘There are two Jedi on Mandalore who the Emperor wants dead.’

 

"Jedi on Mandalore? Thats like Mon Calamari on Tattoine...." he says amused and doubtfull.

 

Mysa scoffed, ‘So are Sith on Coruscant, but it happened. Hard times make strange bedfellows.’

 

Goth smiles

"The Jedis Theme was long over. Only The Strong can Rule this Galaxy....speaking of bedfellows...." he slides one of his Hand along her thigh.

 

Mysa grabbed his hand and used a small jolt of force lightning on his wrist, ‘You insolent little bastard, it looks like I have coddled you for too long.’

 

He yelps in pain

"Gahhcg forgive me....mhmgg I live to serve You!"

 

Mysa giggled evilly and rose from her seat, ‘Yes, and you will die to serve me. Don’t you dare forget your place. Get on your knees.’

 

Goth gets on his knees before her, looking up to her.

"Your The True Emperor of The Sith. You should Rule."

 

‘He’s too powerful for now, first I have to find someone worthy to be my apprentice,’ Mysa mused and grabbed Goth’s chin, ‘Tell me, Goth, what madness drove you to lay hand on me like some common cantina whore?’

 

"The Madness of a Man who desires Perfection" he says, staring in her eyes almost obsessed.

 

‘And you think yourself worthy of “perfection”?’ Mysa laughed, ‘Did you try that line on the girls in the academy too?’