You nod your head.
The Sith motions with a gloved hand that you are to follow him, as he goes back through the door. You get up off your knees, wipe the last bit of semen off your chin, and step through the opening. The Sith takes you to his ship, a sinister looking shuttle. You strap yourself into the co-pilot's chair. "So, what do I call you?" you ask the Sith as he gets into the pilot's chair and starts up the engines.
He growls at you, "You can call me Master Bandon." He steers the shuttle clear of the Endar Spire as the Republic warship finally breaks in half from the punishment it received at the hands of the Sith Armada.
You bow your head. A part of you is saddened by the loss of life of the ship. "Very well, Master Bandon, where are we going?" Darth Bandon looks at you out of the corner of his eye. "Well, my apprentice, I am taking you to Korriban. There you will be trained in the ways of the Sith.”
He turns his bald head, and his eyes wander over your face and body. “When you arrive at Korriban, they will ask you for your name. Do not give them your real one. Instead, you should decide on a Sith name.”
You mull over this.
|