"Brother. Brother! Did you see that?"
Her companion rolled his eyes. "Yes, Sister, I saw that."
"She's magnificent."
"Must we go through this again? You do remember what happened with Offee, don't you? The last time you wanted a former Jedi?"
"Merely a setback." '
"A setback?" Her brother sighed, shoulders sagging. "We lost three squads in that setback."
"It'll go differently this time, I promise." The Seventh Sister tapped her fingertips together, then swung around in her seat and held up one long, pointed finger. "A jedi is rare enough these days, but one so…."
"Magnificent?"
"Yes, precisely." Her laugh was a quick chittering sound that tended to set most people on edge. "One so perfect and darling…"
The look the Fifth Brother gave Seven was a tired one. "She very nearly removed your head."
"I know! Isn't it great?" She pulled her legs up under her body and rested her hands on her knees. Her voice grew progressively deeper and finished on a rumble in her throat. "But can you imagine what I can do when I get my hands on her?"
"I don't want to know."
She gave Five a bright, toothy grin, yellow eyes flashing with excitement. "I will make her mine, Brother. I'll make her squirm in ecstasy and moan in agony!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, stifling a groan. "What is with you and your obsessions? Didn't you break the last woman you captured?"
Waving a hand dismissively, Seven turned towards her droid. "Replay it again!"
"Ugh. That was a distraction tactic and one you fell for. Lord Vader will not be pleased."
Watching the holo for the thirty-sixth time, Seven rested her chin in her hand. She sighed wistfully as the miniature Ahsoka Tano kissed her mid-fight, and then kick-flipped away. "She broke my nose with that move. I think I'm in love."
