Private Arasien, a young Devaronian wearing the security uniform of the Galactic Republic, read over the datafile that had just popped up on his screen. “Ma'am, looks like we've got one active in this system. Human, appearance mid-30's, dark hair, yellow-tinged eyes, about 160 cm. Calls himself Darth Malice.”
The Twi'lek leader of the team, a Jedi Knight by the name of Tildee, nodded. Her light green lekku twitched lightly in a betrayal of her otherwise calm appearance at the mention

Darth Malice looked out the viewport at the red mountains and jagged terrain of Korriban as the small transport landed gently on an open patch of rust-colored sand. At a faint gesture of his hand, Moira, the redheaded girl who had been kneeling beside him, got to her feet. A thin blue robe barely covered her body, and the carved name 'MALICE' on the flesh of her left breast was easily visible. There was still reddening around the letters from the Sith Lord's recent work with the laser scalpel.
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The rayshield flickered slightly over the pit dug into the floor of the warehouse. The redheaded human female known to the galaxy as Moira lay naked, eyes closed, on the edge of the floor overlooking the pit, one hand outstretched towards the pit, the other between her legs with two fingers slipped inside of her sopping wet pussy. Within the pit, a pair of rathtars were trapped. One of the creatures had a set of legs still poking from its maw, tendrils wrapped around the ankles. The rathtar seem

The rushing of the wind through the trees caused Hiran'iblen to shiver, pulling her robes tighter around herself. One week in the jungles of Myrkr, proving that she was able to survive with just her wits and lightsaber, then Master Vao would let her continue on with her training. But first, she had to work on patience and meditation when in an unknown environment.
Hirani took another deep breath and tried to find her focus. The twi'lek female's light blue flesh glittered in the late evening sky