Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180104120417/@comment-24510587-20180104224938

Step. Clang. Step. Clang. Step. Clang.

That was the sound Andraste had come to known as her Master approaching. She quickly opened her eyes and stood up from her meditative position, as soon enough, the sound was accompanied by the all too familiar figure stepping into Andraste's quarters. His entire body was covered up as always, thanks to his flowing red robes, intricate black and gold mask, and clawed gauntlets.

"Master," she murmured, making a hasty bow. As loyal as she was, this man still instilled fear upon her even after seven years of servitude. He had decimated her previous Master with pathetic ease, and after she broke out of her deep cover identity to see what had happened, he practically beat her into submission. She'd been his apprentice ever since.

"Is everything prepared?"

The Sith Lord nodded. "The men are getting ready now," he spoke. His voice was a deep, entirely artificial hum. "I trust you are as well."

"Of course, Master. I'm ready as ever. If only the same could be said of everyone..."

As if on cue, a Trandoshan stepped in, his face locked in an everlasting grin. "I am always ready, little woman. You do not have to worry about that."

"By the Emperor, Kreesh, I always have to worry when you're around, you absolute snake."

"I have proven my worth several times over. It is not your place to utter judgement anyhow, little woman."

"Not my place? Why you hulking, brutish, backwards piece of-"

"One more word out of either of you, and you both lose your tongues," their Master interrupted. "You will end this incessant squabbling this instant. We have important matters to attend to, far too important to be undercut by petty disagreement."

He stopped speaking for a moment, as the Holoprojector next to him flickered to life, showing a miniature figure of the bridge officer, a short, balding Human in his early sixties. "We have entered Hyperspace and are en route to the Gizer system now, my Lord."

"Very well, Captain. Dismissed."

The man saluted, and the Hologram flickered and vanished. The red-robed Sith turned back to his two subordinates.

"Now, can I trust the both of you to put aside your pathetic feud, and do what I expect of you?"

The apprentice and the mercenary both nodded.

"Yes, Darth Zetius," they said, practically simultaneously.