Lusiel watched the fellow Lady Renata labelled Windredd charge at her, looking absurdly like that now very dead Krayt Dragon back on Tatooine. His face was red with exertion, his mouth was wide open as he shouted, and his nostrils were thickly flaring as he snorted. She wondered if he'd stomp his feet, too, so she watched. Sure enough, he pounded the floor with his two heavy booted feet as he drummed his way towards her.

All very tiresome, really. Which she blamed firmly on the ever so petite Lady Renata Alde. Who stood blithely behind the soon to be dead Windredd, and yawned with pretended boredom. Yawned! The blasted arrogant bitch was draped in brocade silks colored sky blue and never mind the way the color clashed with her dark skin, although orange paint circled her lips, too. It made the woman into a single, garish display.

Had Renata done anything in her own defense, anything at all … well, then Lusiel would have some small margin of respect for her. If she'd tossed a punch, thrown a bone, kicked Lusiel's shin – something. Instead, she threw Windredd at her, the poor idiot with his stumbling stammer and dim-looking gaze who kept calling the painted witch "Lady". She wondered if Renata even once managed the briefest bit of training for the man.

The finest example of Alderaanian lady-hood, Lusiel thought.

She perhaps should have mentioned the Krayt Dragon beforehand, made the fight at least halfway fair a contest. Maybe Renata would have thought better of throwing Windredd away, at least. Maybe.

Then Lusiel neatly sidestepped Windredd's charge, just watched him patiently as he thundered past on his still-stomping feet. She swiped her lightsaber in a singing arc against Windredd's lower back, heard him bark out a nasty cry of pain. He spun around to face her again, roaring, then raised his chunky staff high over his large head. Lusiel slashed at him even faster than he could swing against her, though. She sank her blade deep into his belly then, and saw him blink at her owlishly. He groaned painfully when she yanked her lightsaber free and stepped smoothly back from his falling body.

"Lady … I …sorry …" Windredd whimpered his dying words. It was actually pitiful. Lusiel stood over his crumpled form for several seconds, thoughtful. Windredd was weak, failed. No one of her own overseers would have suffered the man in the simplest field. They would have mercifully struck him down before his life's end was only good for mocking. Killing him now was as close to mercy as she herself could manage, though. Lusiel was disgusted with the entire debacle. Quinn stepped closer and she mumbled to him, "Whatever brute we end up adding to the crew will be smarter than this one, do you understand? Anyone who follows me will understand what I ask of them, every time."

Quinn nodded. "I'll make a note of it, my lord."

Sudden and loud bawling erupted in the room. Renata flung herself down onto the floor, where she begged for mercy in sobbing appeals. For her own self, and only now that Windredd was destroyed. Lusiel watched her in stunned silence for several moments. The spectacle forced Lusiel to consider what value Alderaan truly offered the Empire, only because such a weak people could hinder far more than they'd benefit.

"Enough. Shut up. I have no interest in your fate, just tell me what I need to know," Lusiel broke through the woman's weeping.

Renata glanced up from her position on the floor. The Sith woman was standing so solidly, so angrily, there in the middle of the room. She'd at least stepped over Windredd's corpse, so that her boots obscured the thing from Renata's gaze. All she knew, though, was the Sith standing there was the most horrible vision she'd ever taken in. The incongruity of her wickedness and her beauty confounded Renata, in fact. She simply couldn't imagine evil being so beautiful, and yet here it was – a glorious vision of threat, looming over her.

And that was when Duke Kendoh's Sith entourage marched into the room and ringed the horrible woman who'd killed Windredd. Because of course Kendoh was playing his same, tired game; sending the Sith after a whim of his, on some goose chase of a ploy he thought might win him the prize. Damn him, with his beady little eyes that sized her up whenever he saw her, watching her like she was something to nibble on and consume. Renata shuddered, wailing spectacularly as she thought of him touching her, using her. She couldn't let it happen, she just couldn't! Oh, damn you, Windredd, she thought. He only should have succeeded!

"Please, please, Lady Sith! Don't let them take me to the Duke! Anything, I'll tell you anything you want to know," Renata began crying again. "I do know who Jaesa Willsaam worked for! Geselle! Geselle Organa! She leads troops for House Organa … please!"

"Really? And where would I find this Geselle Organa?" Lusiel asked.

"Her headquarters are somewhere on the front lines."

Fimmress reached down to grasp Renata's upper arm, yanking her upright and against his own self. But he didn't look at her, only gazed questioningly towards Lusiel. "What would you have done with this woman, my lord?"

Lusiel crossed her arms over her chest, her head bent sideways as she looked at the other Sith. Behind her, Quinn shifted his frame and stepped closer. The undercurrent of Sith politics permeated the room, each one of the Force-strong warriors standing breathless and ready and all of them ignoring the gasping pleas that continued dripping from Renata's painted mouth. Lusiel stared at Fimmress, "I do not bear such a title."

Fimmress lifted his beefy chin up. "Not yet. I only hope you remember the steps you took to achieve it and the ones who helped along the way. When the time comes."

"We will see." Lusiel breathed in slowly, glanced at Renata's bent frame where she huddled into Fimmress' side, "But in the meantime, I don't give a damn what happens to her. Only please take her away so I don't have to listen to her anymore."

Renata burst into wild tears once again, sobbing, "I thought by telling you what I know, you'd show mercy!"

Lusiel looked down at Windredd's dead body. "Your protectors don't seem to fare very well, Lady Renata. And I'm not the idiot this fellow was." Lusiel toed the body negligently. She could still hear Renata's sobs long after the woman was dragged from the room.

So if you haven't guessed already, my Warrior is VERY darkside. For those familiar enough with D&D terminology, I consider my darkside characters as more Lawful Evil, rather. They do have strong, decided and core rules by which they live and decide, I mean. But they're ruthless and cruel and vicious in achieving those ends, is all.