She really didn't like being here. That was putting it mildly.
Somewhere in the distance she heard a rumble of thunder.
The citadel loomed before her and she tried not to show that she was actually rather nervous.
"Little Sith…" the Dashade stated, "You are fearful…"
She ignored him, stepping into the structure before her.
She had thought she was going to die.
That's what she thought would happen. What should happen.
She had killed someone, she was a slave…
But.
She stood, she felt exhausted, frightened. But yet somehow she stood herself straight, tried not to look weak, even if she could feel herself trembling.
"Fear… you practically reek of it…" Came a voice.
"Yet, I can sense resentment… no anger even in you, it's strong…"
"Maybe you have a chance at surviving…"