Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away...
Small figure crouched over an old holocron, chuckling devilishly from time to time. It was clear that she was up to something. Something rather mischievous.
She turned the holocron off, and in it's fading light, small runes could be seen on it's base: "On Dathomir sorcery: curses of the Nightsisters". Stretching from prolonged sitting, Rammas noticed that she was watched warily by a female Togruta.
– What? – The Pureblood asked innocently.
– You're up to something, my lord. – It was a statement rather than a question.
– Yep, – The Sith grinned, showing a bit pointed teeth, – I am always up to something.
Azhara eyed her master suspiciously, trying to make out what kind of plan was forming in the Sith's shaggy black-haired head.
– Don't worry, no one's going to die. At least today. You know, I never start a fight first... Why all the nerves? There are more meaningful things than making enemies...
With that, Rammas adjusted the sound on the headphones hidden in her headgear and walked off to the ship exit.
The Sith returned later, carrying some mysterious packs and jumping in rhythm with the song that was playing in her ears. She then settled down in her chambers, locking the door and leaving most of the crew wondering about their master's scheme.
Several hours later someone carefully knocked. Rammas raised her head and with a Force wave, made the door open, just to see a very worried Talos standing there.
– You look like you saw, I don't know, the Dread Masters wandering about my ship, – She commented, – Hope it's not the case.
– I apologise for interrupting your business, but there is someone barging at the ship's exit.
Rammas gave a weak smile and covered her forehead with her palm.
– It's all right. I sense my friend there. She's always..like that. Comes and tries to break in instead of just using a holocom and warning.
Not waiting for any response Rammas rushed out, crying out something about madness creeping near. Sometimes the crew of Fury questioned their master's sanity...
– Pfff, it's so simple! Make him dance! – Shansi ordered after she heard out Rammas's plan. The tall Sorcerer always came up with fresh ideas... Rammas grinned and nodded, focused on manipulating a small object, shaped like a man in robes.
In fact, if one looked closer, they would see a quite close replica of some person, most likely a Sith, in black and red outfit, with short grey hair and a red mark over his right eye.
– Thank you for the idea, – the Pureblood then went into silence, focusing her will on the doll...
– I wish we had some holocams there to watch the show...
Meanwhile, far away on Dromund Kaas, in the chambers of the Dark Council, Darth Thanaton suddenly stopped in the middle of a speech about ancient Sith rituals with an irresistible urge to dance like a madman...