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Chapter 7
Rapsha muttered a few choice oaths a she walked to the transport that would take her deeper into the underworld of Coruscant. She was a Sith, not a freaking slave. Menial work was beneath her. But as always, as her master commands, she would obey. In her hands were paper sacks full of the things her master had told her to retrieve. tings like clothes, food and for some odd reason, a dossier on all the Jedi that were in the academy.
She was still cursing when a figure stepped up to her, blocking her path. She gazed up at the face of this person in anger then realized who it was.
"Master Kantar." She said, bowing slightly.
"Rapsha.' He sounded rather peculiar, "Did you get what I sent you for."
She nodded wryly, "Even the smelly plant thing from Dravek."
Kantar smiled, "Very well. Shall we?"
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Layla was furious. She had been held sort of captive in the smelly apartment all afternoon. This did give her time to sleep but little else. She had a lot of time to thing though about Kantar and his particular comment about her never trusting him. She sprawled across the kind of clean mattress and tried to sleep. Then she heard a click at the door and faked the act a little bit more.
"Rapsha, be quiet." Kantar said, seeing the kind of sleeping Jedi, "If you wake her, i will be angry."
Rapsha nodded, her eyes flickering hatred at the sight of the Jedi. "Yes master. But may I ask what she's doing here? I told you I have no want of a Jedi apprentice."
Layla opened her eyes a slit to see the Sith master smiling slightly, "So?"
"Well..." Rapsha looked startled, "Is that not why she's here?"
"My dear apprentice, just because I make one comment to you about an apprentice, does not mean that's all that's on my mind." Kantar's slanted grin spoke volumes as he gestured for the Sith apprentice to set the bags down. Then he walked over to the Jedi and shook her gently, "Jedi Layla, wake up now."
She groaned theatrically and stretched, nearly hitting him in the face with an outstretched hand, "Wha..." Then she looked around, 'waking up' fully. "Oh. Its just you." She moved to turn over and he grasped her shoulder gently.
"Nuh-uh-uh, my young Jedi. Time to wake up." And it seemed to her that he said 'wake up' with a hint of veiled sarcasm, liek he knew she ahd been awake all the time. "Its time we had a talk."
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Chapter 7
Rapsha muttered a few choice oaths a she walked to the transport that would take her deeper into the underworld of Coruscant. She was a Sith, not a freaking slave. Menial work was beneath her. But as always, as her master commands, she would obey. In her hands were paper sacks full of the things her master had told her to retrieve. tings like clothes, food and for some odd reason, a dossier on all the Jedi that were in the academy.
She was still cursing when a figure stepped up to her, blocking her path. She gazed up at the face of this person in anger then realized who it was.
"Master Kantar." She said, bowing slightly.
"Rapsha.' He sounded rather peculiar, "Did you get what I sent you for."
She nodded wryly, "Even the smelly plant thing from Dravek."
Kantar smiled, "Very well. Shall we?"
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Layla was furious. She had been held sort of captive in the smelly apartment all afternoon. This did give her time to sleep but little else. She had a lot of time to thing though about Kantar and his particular comment about her never trusting him. She sprawled across the kind of clean mattress and tried to sleep. Then she heard a click at the door and faked the act a little bit more.
"Rapsha, be quiet." Kantar said, seeing the kind of sleeping Jedi, "If you wake her, i will be angry."
Rapsha nodded, her eyes flickering hatred at the sight of the Jedi. "Yes master. But may I ask what she's doing here? I told you I have no want of a Jedi apprentice."
Layla opened her eyes a slit to see the Sith master smiling slightly, "So?"
"Well..." Rapsha looked startled, "Is that not why she's here?"
"My dear apprentice, just because I make one comment to you about an apprentice, does not mean that's all that's on my mind." Kantar's slanted grin spoke volumes as he gestured for the Sith apprentice to set the bags down. Then he walked over to the Jedi and shook her gently, "Jedi Layla, wake up now."
She groaned theatrically and stretched, nearly hitting him in the face with an outstretched hand, "Wha..." Then she looked around, 'waking up' fully. "Oh. Its just you." She moved to turn over and he grasped her shoulder gently.
"Nuh-uh-uh, my young Jedi. Time to wake up." And it seemed to her that he said 'wake up' with a hint of veiled sarcasm, liek he knew she ahd been awake all the time. "Its time we had a talk."
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yay. another chapter up.
go me
Oh yeah, review!