Darth Shemlayah stands before her
acolytes, Brek Nyram and Nik Landsoh.
The entire Slaves team has been transported to the various regions of
the Playoff Planet, but for the trio.
Darth Shemalyah: Today is the day when the Slaves will finally
be triumphant and I shall be recognized as the seed which spawned the victory.
Brek Nyram: My master, who would have guessed that your
power would have grown to such heights.
Shemalyah: There was never a doubt, Nyram.
Nik Landsoh: What is next for us to do?
Shemalyah: As always, we shall wait until we are called
upon. Never do we want to make our
presence known to others before the time is ripe. That is the way of the Sith.
Nyram: What if we are losing though?
Shemalyah: Losing is never an option given forethought
by this team.
Landsoh: So?
Shemalyah: We wait.
We watch.
Shemalyah closes her eyes and her
body becomes rigid as if in a trance.
Landsoh and Nyram kneel before their master, shutting their eyes and
following suit.
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3 comments:
Close those eyes, Shemalya, and don't wake up.
You better believe she got rigid...
So. Rigid.
Loving the writing so far, as well as the banter from the competitors.
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