#twilck

Pyketh allowed a small smile as her apprentice cut down the last of the opponents that Pyketh had set against her, the glowing, sanguine blade in her hands slicing cleanly through their flesh. Aayla was strong in the Force--not as strong as she was, of course, but then that was mostly due to circumstance rather than raw talent. The Rutian had flowered into a promising Sith, but then, she couldn’t let her know that. It would make her overconfident, let her grow sloppy.

And that was the quickest way to end up dead.

ten “accents” and I’ll record myself saying a bunch of words!

“Come now, my dear,” she purred, her every movement exuding sex as she drew in close to the Jedi, her eyes giving promises of untold pleasures, endless ecstasy, if only she would give in.

My muse is dancing, unaware that your muse is watching! Send “chuckle” for a starter!

C-3PO was bored for once in its time. It had found a bit of music to indulge in. One might say that its moves were a bit... robotic. Although the droid would find that insulting. The thought of being alone with its dance moves soon popped as it heard the noise behind it.