A 'Favor' Gone Awry
The biggest mistake anyone can do is offer a favor to a Sith Lord, especially if that sith was Miles. A sly fox of a Sith with white hair and annoying smile standing there as if he knew something you didn’t and was going to make you dance for the answers. Quite literally in Trisskar Vanders case.
“So” The black haired Apprentice commented in a cool and calm tone of voice as she leaned against the window frame of her apartment, peering out at the waterfall displayed in the distance. “You want me, to join you...at your party?”
The Apprentice turned to face the smiling Sith, cupping her mug of hot choco in both hands as she elegantly walked towards him, her chin raised high and proud like as she offered the slightest of smiles, a act a servant would perform when attempting to catch the eyes of the patrons. “At your party there will be high Lords and members of the Darth Council....” she continued, taking yet another step and sip of her drink “Only to act as your ‘servant’ for one day and wear the robes you pick for my presentation at your ‘party’” Her lips tightened as she took yet another step, standing face to face with the Sith Lord as she leaned forward, almost as if she were about to offer a kiss
She snapped viciously as she put her cup down and stormed past the Sith, straight for the door where she stood with arms crossed and an furious glare that plainly stated she wanted him to leave her Apartment. Now.
“You don’t have a choice” A female sith spoke from the couch of the Trisskars living area, she was leaned back casually and sipping from a coffee mug “Several Apprentices of your class have been placed in similar roles at this party, including you. Not only is it good training for young assassins but it is your place to honor your Masters.”
Triss snarled, fingers tightening around her arm as she glared at the women. She was known as one of the assassin trainers on Dromand Kaas and like all trainers her word were the words of your Master and that of the council. “I will not allow you to make a fool of me. I have a bad enough reputation with the council as is, this would make me a laughing stock of the Empire.” her sharp green eyes snapped over at Miles “And you know it.”
“Oh come now” Miles smiled “It's just a harmless party. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Triss gave Miles a venomous glare as the female trainer stood and placed her cup upon the table “It doesn't matter. You will be there on time and I personally will make sure of it. Come, Miles” Without any other words on the matter the Training lead the way out and Miles waived a cheery goodbye just as Triss slammed the door shut and growled hatefully at their unseen backs.
What was it she had gotten herself into? She wondered with a scowl