#kallathe

She had risen from the pits, and now the oh-so-high-and-mighty Sith would tremble before her.

Some were getting a head-start on it. The weak cowered as they passed, rumors of her actions swirling through the air. She'd killed men for daring to waste her time. She'd killed them in terrible ways and felt no remorse. And why should she? They deserved it, every one of the pathetic lot. All the power and privileges of Sith wasted on them. Her blood boiled at the thought. What had they done to deserve it? What had she done to deserve it being withheld from her?

Only the simple, terrible crime of existence.

She had served her punishment for the crime, served in the Empire's slave pits. Worked nearly to death and told to be grateful for it, that they had some use for the Sith and their mighty Empire. She'd served and survived it. These men, however, escaped their punishment, and instead basked in the pleasures of high status. Pleasures they did not earn.

So she took it from them - violently. It was rather fun. And word spread and the men now fled in fear. As they should, not that it would make any difference.