Chapter one: Assassin
"You wouldn't *cough*kill me*cough* would you?"
The Onderon Senator Bar Yon was barely able to speak
"Do you always*cough*...do your master's dirty*cough* work?
The Senator was lift off the by the neck by use of the force. The Sith apprentice stood there, left arm extended, choking the Senator by the force, her right arm held a double-bladed lightsaber with only one crimson blade activated pointing towards the ground.
She laughed
"No, I'm not going to kill you because he told me to"
She smiled and released him, he fell to his knees
"I'm going to kill you because I want to"
She lifted her lightsaber past her shoulders and struck his neck with all of her might, his head rolled around on the floor and his body dropped. Deactivating her lightsaber, she took out her holo projector from her belt and activated it.
"My lord, the senator is dead" she said, her hooded head bowed, she looked up at the hologram of her master with her yellow-red eyes
"Excellent, meet me at the Sith temple on Korriban"
"It will be as you say my lord."
The hologram disappeared as a cold hatred flooded her body
"When I reach Korriban, I'm going to kill my master, after defeating him, the Dark
Council will declare me as a Darth, I will become a Sith lord, and I will be free from his chains" she said out loud on the Senatorial vessel. She stepped over the bodies she had killed moments ago, some parts till glowing were she cut with her lightsaber. She made her way to the hanger bay, her torn black robe followed her like a shadow. She was dressed in black Sith armor, with a torn black robe, with the right side hanging past her hips, covered her shoulders and head.
She made her way to her ship the "Kavos", she walked her aboard and made her way to the cockpit where she was greeted by two of five of her crew mates, a bounty hunter Twi'lek female, Mirsa, and a human male imperial agent Vel Cain. Vel stepped closer to
the apprentice
"I hope that was a satisfying kill my lord." The apprentice walked past him towards the central Captain's chair
"The crew offered little resistance and he did little to save his life, expect for constant chatter. Set coarse for Korriban, I want off this vessel"