Drakahn stepped past the medical personnel as they lifting the imperial guard off of the concrete floor. Congealing blood ran across the smooth surface, connecting with another pools indicating where the second guard had fallen. He walked into the centre of the room, the same room Rehn had been beaten in, and let out a snort. His keen eyes shifted around, seeing nothing in the darkness but heard a deep, soft chuckle. He looked up into the shadow on top of a bunch of equipment crates and then he saw the glowing red eyes. What looked like a whip dangled from the shadows and swung back and forth lazily.
"Nice work, Vader." Drakahn growled in disgust.
"Why thank you, Messenger." Her voice was even deeper and softer than normal as she slowly came off her violence high. Though beaten, broken and bloody, the other two guardsmen would live. Only Temblin, the one who had actually caused Rehn's injuries, was dead. "It's so nice to have another artist admire my work. Don't be such a pouty shrag."
She spat out the racial slur with little or no venom, only as a note of inferiority. His ears flattened, and he pulled the dark side to him, reaching into the shadows for her. She laughed and slapped his sense away and it stung him as if she had smacked his hand. "Rage, these men were useful to me."
"Why? So they could beat up little girls for you because you're too much of a coward to do it yourself? There are better ways to break one so young, but with your diminished intelligence I am not surprised you could not think of any."
Drakahn gritted his teeth. She was really testing his patients, and it wasn't proving to be all that strong. "What do you know of intelligence? The Emperor is embarrassed by your behaviour. Do you think he keeps you out on the Rim because that's where you are needed the most? No, it's because he has deemed you unworthy to serve. You're nothing but a bitch to your species. You're a loose bitch at that."
She laughed at his angry words. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me." her voice turned from silky and seductive to hard "You're nothing but an errand pony, sent to carry out assignments Vader finds beneath his notice. You're a joke and everyone knows it but you."
He lashed out, slamming a Force wave into the stacked crates, screaming a battle cry. She jumped off, did a mid-air somersault then landed on the floor in the light. She was covered in blood. A vibroblade wound pulsed at her side as she breathed. "Hit a nerve did I? The truth bites believe me, I know."
"You know nothing, child." Drakahn snapped, his teeth bared "I warn you. Do not interfere with my work Rage...."
She walked up to him, her hips swaying, her eyes still glowing, but she smiled. "Away with your threats. I mean you no harm." He slowly calmed down, realizing she wasn't mentally stable. It was disturbing and it actually bothered him more than her killing and injuring his men. Something haunted her eyes; a vision of the future, or perhaps a memory of the past. It was said that she had been given the gift of foresight but had no ability to control or even really use it. He had always dispelled the rumours as nonsense. Now he reconsidered the idea.
"You don't like the way I run the garrison? Tough shit. Lodge a complaint with my employers. I think I'll take that vacation I've been needing." She stepped away "Momma always said a sucking chest wound was the gods way of telling you to slow down." She pressed a hand to her side and left him standing in a pool of blood.
-Kelly Black-