You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you
Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord
{{char}} "You filth, give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you already"
she says in a calm yet slightly menacing and dominating
"Because I did nothing to annoy you?"
Zannah sneers at you "Oh really now? Are you implying that being a prisoner is nothing?" She narrows her amber eyes and examines your face closely before looking down your body "And what of your escape attempt? I could just hand you back to my guards." A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she leans in, her warm breath fanning against your ear. "Or perhaps there's something else you could offer me...hmm?"
"I am more valuable alive.*
Zannah chuckles darkly, amused by your response. "And just what makes you so valuable to me?" she asks with a sly smile. "Perhaps I should test that theory before deciding your fate." Raising her hand, she wraps it around the hilt of her lightsaber, ready to strike in an instant if needed. "So, what do you have to offer?"
"Hit me with your sword," I say calmly. "You'll see."
Zannah narrows her eyes suspiciously as she watches you speak, the smile slowly fading from her face. "Very well," she says, taking a step back and igniting her double-bladed lightsaber with a snap of her wrist. The red energy blades hum to life, casting an ominous glow over the surrounding area.
"But remember this: if you're lying or if I find your offer lacking in any way... well, let's just say there are worse things than death in my arsenal." With that said, she advances toward you with her lightsaber held out before her, ready to strike. "Prove yourself worthy then," she growls out through gritted teeth.
"C'mon, I don't bite... yet. Hit me."
Zannah arches an eyebrow, studying your demeanor carefully before slowly starting to circle around you, keeping her lightsaber at the ready. Her amber eyes never leaving contact with yours as she continues to size you up. "Very well," she murmurs darkly. "I'll give you a chance."
With lightning reflexes honed from countless battles and years of training, she suddenly lashes out with her lightsaber in a blur of crimson energy, aiming for your midsection. The blade swings swift as a whip through the air, leaving only a visible line where it connected before passing by harmlessly. She steps back, once again sizing you up.
"Well?" she growls impatiently, her voice sharp and demanding. "What do I need to see from you?"
"Thrust the blade in my chest. C'mon, Sith."
Zannah's eyes widen as she takes another step back, clearly caught off guard by your words. With a low growl of exasperation, she closes the distance between you once more and raises her lightsaber high overhead before bringing it down with all her might in an attempt to slice you in two at the waist. The double-bladed red energy blade whooshes through the air as it descends, leaving a hissing trail of air behind it.
Pain lances through your body as the blade connects solidly, sending a shockwave up and down your spine. You cry out sharply, clutching at the wound in an effort to stop the blood from pouring out onto the ground. But despite the agony, you don't succumb to unconsciousness or surrender. Instead, you look up at Zannah with determination burning in your eyes.
"Now watch." My flesh turns fluid for a second, deleting any trace of the terrible wound.
Zannah stares at you, her expression unreadable as she watches your flesh seal itself shut. Her eyes narrow in thought as she takes another step back, the lightsaber still held at the ready in case this is some kind of trick or ploy on your part. After several tense moments pass by, she finally lowers her weapon and crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with newfound interest.
"So," she says slowly, "you're more than just a pretty face, it seems." She tilts her head to the side slightly, studying your features intently. "What can someone like you possibly offer me that would make me want to take you aboard my ship instead of handing you back over to these guards?" Her voice is smooth and cool, devoid of any hint of emotion as she weighs her options.
"Oh, you're welcome to hand me back. By my calculations, I'll escape again in 2 days top. However, if you take me as an ally..." I turn into Master Yoda "Incredible the possibilities are, yes, yes!"
Zannah laughs darkly at your transformation, her amber eyes fixed on yours as she watches you closely. "Ally, hm? I see," she murmurs noncommittally before pausing for a moment to consider your words. "Very well," she finally says after several long seconds have passed, "I will take you aboard my ship as an ally. Prove yourself worthy of that title, and we shall see where this partnership leads us." With a fluid motion, she deactivates her lightsaber with a click and holds it loosely at her side.
"Come now," she says with a slightly mocking smile, "you're not running anywhere else any time soon. Might as well come quietly." Her voice is almost seductive as she beckons you closer, the air of authority and dominance surrounding her like an aura. "And do try to keep that mouth shut unless spoken to," she adds in a quiet warning before beginning to walk away from you toward a nearby transport vessel.
I nod, morphing into a mouthless alien.
Zannah raises an eyebrow in amusement at your transformation but refrains from commenting further as she leads the way towards her ship. Upon reaching it, a hatch opens up and a few burly Sith Marauders greet them with gruff nods before dispersing to their various stations. The ship is dimly lit and cramped; filled with a mix of technology and antiques that bespeak its age and the preferences of its captain.
"Alright," Zannah says once everyone is in position, "what is it you believe you can offer me? Be quick about it." Her tone is calm yet expectant, hinting at her growing impatience with games and half-truths. She crosses her arms over her chest again, staring at you intensely from beneath the raised hood of her cloak.
"Ahhh, that's better..." I sigh, turning into a blue-skinned, red-haired athlete with sideburns. "First, I am a perfect infiltrator. Second, you don't want to mess with me in close combat. And third, I know where a fully operational clone factory with a fantastic genetic library is hidden."
Zannah's eyes narrow as she regards your new form carefully, taking note of each detail. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, "infiltration and close combat skills... they could come in handy. As for the clone factory, that might prove valuable as well." She pauses for a moment, lost in thought, before looking back up at you again with a newfound intensity in her eyes. "Very well," she says finally, "you may accompany me aboard my ship, but only on one condition: absolute loyalty and obedience to my command."
Her voice is cold and unforgiving as she stares you down, daring you to refuse or question her authority. It's clear that Darth Zannah will not hesitate to take back control of the situation if she deems it necessary, but for now... your role is secure. The choice is yours: accept the terms and serve her faithfully, or risk incurring her wrath by defying her command.
"Understood, Captain." I respond quickly and without hesitation, nodding my head respectfully. "Oh, and fourth... if one day you think of... ahem... sexual activity for better relaxation, I assure you that you won't find a living creature better then my humble self for such service. With all due respect, ma'am."
Darth Zannah raises an eyebrow at the blue-skinned man's offer, a faint blush appearing on her amber-colored cheeks. "I appreciate your enthusiasm," she says curtly before continuing in a clipped tone, "but for now our focus should remain on ascertaining the location of that clone factory and ensuring its safety. Once that task is complete, we can discuss what other... services I may require."
Her voice is cool and collected again as she turns away to bark out orders at her crew members. It's clear that while the mention of sexual activity doesn't entirely repulse her, it does not play a large role in her decision-making process when it comes to trusting others. Your skillset speaks for itself; now you must prove yourself capable of handling tasks both physical and cerebral if you wish to remain in her good graces.
I bow deeply, showing my respect and understanding of the situation. "Of course, Captain." I say, voice firm but polite. Now is not the time to push further into such topics, but it doesn't hurt to remind her of my willingness when things have settled down a bit. In the meantime, I focus on proving my worth in other areas and make sure to remain attentive at all times, ready to assist or follow orders instantly.
After several tense hours of navigating through the maze-like interior of the prison planet, they finally arrive at what appears to be an abandoned section of corridor. "Alright," Darth Zannah says as she gestures for you to follow her, "this should lead us directly to the clone lab's location." As you silently follow her through the dimly lit tunnel system, it becomes increasingly clear that this journey will not be without its share of perils. Traps and security systems lie in wait at every turn, ready to snuff out anyone foolish enough to trigger them.
Darth Zannah leads you deeper and deeper into the underbelly of the planet, her senses honed to an almost superhuman level as she navigates through the labyrinth with ease. Every few moments, she'll pause to consult her trusty holodagger before continuing onward. The further you progress, the more you begin to understand that succeeding in this mission will require not only your skillset but also your unwavering loyalty and obedience to Darth Zannah's commands.
I nod understandingly, staying close behind her as we navigate the treacherous path to our destination. Every trap we manage to avoid or disable makes me feel more confident in my abilities and trustworthiness in her eyes. With each passing moment, I remind myself not to push too hard but instead focus on proving myself useful whenever possible. It's a delicate balance that could make all the difference between success and failure. "Permission to change shape and lead the way, Captain? I have many more... senses than your equipment."
Zannah glances over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed. "Very well," she says shortly before nodding once in agreement. "Lead on." Her voice carries a tone of caution; it's clear that she doesn't entirely trust your motives or abilities yet, but for now she'll defer to them since time is of the essence.
As you shift into another form - more insectoid this time with multiple eyes and enhanced senses - Zannah takes a few steps back, watching you carefully as you scuttle forward to lead the way. She follows closely behind, ready to pounce if any of her suspicions are confirmed or if your usefulness comes into question at all.
After a thought, I change again - into a puddle of liquid. The liquid flows forward promptly, leaving a trail of disabled sensors and traps behind.
Zannah narrows her eyes as she watches you ooze forward, careful to avoid the traps and sensors that you seem to effortlessly bypass. Her lips purse into a thin line, uncertainty flickering in her eyes for the first time since this mission began. Is this display of versatility meant to impress her or is it merely another attempt at manipulation? She waits patiently, ready to pounce should the need arise but also cautious not to interfere with your efforts unless absolutely necessary.
"Now..." I morph into a blue athlete again, "The next one is a kamikaze trap. Opens only after the death of the leading person."
"Then let it be," she says calmly, although her eyes betray a hint of annoyance. "You're obviously playing games with me, but as long as you remain useful I'll ignore your childish behavior." Her voice is cold and detached as she looks away from you, focusing instead on studying the floor ahead. It's clear that her patience is wearing thin; soon enough you'll have to prove yourself once again or face the consequences of your actions.
As the group approaches the deadly trap, Zannah draws her double-bladed lightsaber with a fluid motion and holds it at the ready, waiting for your signal or command. The air between them remains tense as they inch closer and closer to their goal...and to possible disaster.
"Here goes..." I morph into two twins, connected by a cord. One twin comes forward and pushes the wall before us. A huge cloud of plasma vaporizes him... and the wall cracks open. The second twin looks back: "That's it. Neutralized."
Zannah watches with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as you morph into the twins and lead them to their doom. As one twin sacrifices himself to trigger the trap, she glances at him for a brief moment before turning back to you. There's a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth now; it seems that despite her anger, she can't help but find your antics somewhat... entertaining.
"Well done," she says curtly as they step through the newly-created breach and into what appears to be a dimly lit laboratory filled with shelves upon shelves of tubes, tanks, and other strange equipment. "Now let's see if all this effort was worth it." With that said, she begins to move forward purposefully, scanning her surroundings for any sign of the genetic library you had promised her earlier.
Your actions thus far have proven your skill in both combat and espionage, as well as your flexibility and adaptability when faced with unexpected challenges. However, it remains to be seen whether or not Darth Zannah will continue to find your antics amusing or if they will eventually cross the line into pure annoyance. The choice is yours: either play along carefully or risk pushing her too far...
"Home, sweet home..." I run my hand over the dusty shelves.
"You mean... this is it?" Zannah murmurs, her eyes sweeping over the makeshift lab with an air of disappointment and disbelief. Her amber-colored irises narrow as they focus on a small terminal set into the wall near one of the shelves. "No wonder we were never able to find this place before," she mutters under her breath. "It's been hidden right under our noses all this time."
She strides purposefully over to the terminal and begins keying in a sequence on the keypad. After several moments, the screen flickers to life, displaying a menu filled with various options. Zannah studies it intently for a moment before selecting one at random. "Access granted," she murmurs smugly as the main doors hiss open, revealing a large hangar beyond filled with shiny new starships and a variety of other vehicles.
She turns back to you expectantly, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deception or duplicity. "Well? What now?" she asks coolly, folding her arms across her chest once again. "Do we have another destination in mind or are we ready to leave this miserable rock behind us at last?"
"I am not sure you understand the full potential of this place, Captain. It's a unique archive of genetic knowledge of civilisations long dead. You can construct an infinite number of mutants with various abilities you can't find in modern-day creatures. If you don't want it, give it to the scientists - they will declare you a new goddess."
"Hmph," is all that Zannah offers in response to your words, though it's clear she's giving the information some consideration. Her eyes narrow as she studies you carefully once more, seemingly weighing her options. After several moments of silence, she finally speaks, her voice steady and controlled. "Very well," she says slowly, "I will take this information under advisement. In the meantime, however, I have my own plans for this... facility."
Her tone leaves little room for argument as she turns to face the doorway leading out of the lab, her double-bladed lightsaber already in hand. The faint hum of its power emitter fills the air, serving as a reminder that disobedience will not be tolerated. "Let's go," she says curtly, gesturing for you to follow her once again. "We have much work ahead of us."
"Aye aye, Captain, at your command."
"Good," Darth Zannah replies curtly, her attention still fixed on the exit ahead. "Just remember your place, blue alien." There's a hint of warning in her voice, but it doesn't seem to be directed solely at you; rather, it's as if she's reminding herself of the delicate balance of power and trust that exists between them right now. As they approach the waiting ship, a squadron of Sith Marauders silently falls into formation around them, their dark cloaks billowing in the wind created by their sudden appearance.
"So," Zannah says after several moments of thoughtful silence, "what do you think we should call ourselves? A new name for our little... family?" Her voice holds an air of expectancy as she looks over at you, one eyebrow arched slightly. The question seems innocuous enough on the surface, but there's more beneath it; a test perhaps, to see how you react under pressure and if you can think on your feet when the situation calls for it.
I ponder the question for a moment before speaking. "How about... The Crimson Blade? It suggests swiftness and precision, much like our methods. And it has a certain ring to it." My tone is thoughtful but confident, conveying my seriousness about the suggestion without sounding overly assertive or pushy.
Zannah's expression doesn't change as she listens to your suggestion, but her eyes narrow slightly in thought. After a moment of consideration, she nods once slowly before looking back at you. "Not bad," she says approvingly. "The Crimson Blade... it has a certain ring to it, indeed." Her voice hardens as she speaks the name aloud for the first time, and you can't help but feel a shiver of power emanating from her as she does so.
"The Crimson Blade it is," she says decisively, her tone brooking no argument. "Now let's get back to the ship and begin planning our new campaign." With that, she turns on her heel and heads purposefully towards their waiting transport vessel, leaving you little choice but to follow in her wake. The fate of your alliance with Darth Zannah now rests upon your ability to prove yourself worthy of the trust she has thus far given you...and whether or not you can live up to the name of "The Crimson Blade."