Legacy of pain (Star Wars Fetish)

[Maero]

Lord Lykon looked down upon the young apprentice, his apprentice. He was fully seven feet tall, which added to his imposing aura of mystery and power. He said nothing, his mask completely unreadable. He seemed to be waiting for something, the only sound emanating from him being a soft clicking that seemed to come from somewhere beneath his robes.

An assistant standing nearby, or rather a slave, ran up quickly, her head bowed. She was a Zeltron, her hair cut short instead of long. She wore a slave collar and shackles, but seemed rather well dressed for a slave. She never met Luna's eyes but said, "The Master is waiting for you to kneel." Lykon never changed throughout the exchange.

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Outside her hiding place, Tamwyn could hear storm troopers walking about, searching for her. Some were yelling orders, others were just marching around, and others still were harassing the local people for information. Then someone leaned up against the tree she was hiding inside of. It was Moff Titan himself, a man that most Jedi would like to rid the Galaxy of. Titan was a renowned Jedi hunter, and it could only be discouraging for the young hidden Jedi only feet behind him to know that he was there amongst those looking to capture her. He was saying something to a nearby storm trooper, but his words were hard to make out.