Meeting Malora

You enter the building and hear movement in a supply room. You assume Malora must be inside gathering equipment so head in to meet her. You're wondering what approach to take with her. Perhaps eager subordinate hoping to make everything run smoothly, it's always good for people to underestimate you. but then you remember lord Renning described her as lacking fire. It may be possible for you to assume command. But your thoughts are cut short as you round the corner, to find a very athletic half naked body. She is facing you and topless her small perky breasts glisten with sweat as the air control units struggle to regulate the baking heat of the desert plant. You are taken aback and seeing her shocked face makes you laugh.

Before even a single breath leaves your lips her shock turns to fury and she raises her arm. To your surprise, you are flung away from her and crash back into the adjoining corridor. Thankfully your impact armour takes most of the blow and after a short second slumped in the corridor you let out a roar of uncontrolled laughter. It is the deep bellied chuckle of a true comedy, and you find to your surprise you cannot stop laughing.

Eventually with some deep breaths and escaped giggles you stand and wipe the beginnings of tears from your eyes. As you stand, a fully clothed Malora wheels around the corner and stands to face you. She is immediately taken aback by your towering height and her frown slips to a smirk as she waits for you to stop your helpless giggles.

You finally let out. “I'm so sorry.”

She places a hand on her hip next to her lightsaber and smirks looking jokingly disapproving of you. “Well, I suppose apology accepted, now what the hell are you doing?” She subconsciously pushes an errant lock of jet back hair away from her face. “Terribly sorry but with Lord Renning’s authority I’m to assist you in the hunt for the mutant beast!” You're finally recovering and as you speak you see that her face darkens again. “Lord Renning’s lost pet, don’t wast your time on that fools pointless research. Besides I don’t need any help!” Seems to you like lord Renning has entirely misjudged his apprentice's lack of fire!

“I'm sure you can handle yourself. And I would know having fallen victim to your capabilities already.” It takes all your willpower to hold back your laugh with a smug grin. She raises an eyebrow and you continue before the conversation turns sour. “Surely together this little errand can keep us entertained.” She thinks for a split second, eyeing you up as she thinks. She seems to come to a conclusion as her eyes rest on your toned legs. “Glad to see I'm not the only one who sees through my master's inane babbling.”

You control your reaction as not to contest her clearly venomous conviction. “In all the time you have been Lord Renning’s apprentice you have seen no proof of his experiments?” It seems she relaxes and falls into a well-rehearsed opinion. “Lord Renning has been deluding the dark council for years. They think he is advancing Sith knowledge. The truth is he waists the empire's resources dissecting mindless animals. He even eats them too and claims he gains their power. He’s as insane as he is overweight!”

“Eating animals for power what a novel concept.” Malora shakes her head. “Don’t get any ideas its complete rubbish. Besides your diet seems to be working perfectly.” She skims over the compliment and ignores your smile. “Let us hope that on this errand his experiments are discredited that way he would be banished.” You finish her sentence. “And you would be posted to a new more appealing posting.” She smiles to you with the look of a girl revealing their dirty little secret. You maintain her eye-contact and embellish the fantasy. “Somewhere with a bit of romance, danger may be a few Jedi to seduce to the dark side.” She closes her eyes revealing in the dream. It lasts only a second then her eyes pop open. “Exactly. I suppose if you're coming with me I better know your name.”

You look her up and down. Finding it cruel that Sith women always wear such severely tight clothing. She has the build of a runner, built for **** endurance and toned through cardio. Her legs are strong and her ass tightly encased in microweve is cute and moves with an intensity that is mesmerising as she walks. Her tall and slim appearance gives her movements a deadly grace. She may appear weak but you are sure her body is all muscles. Her skin is tanned dark by the sun but holds a natural chestnut glow. She has taken the time to dress with the classic style of imperial makeup. Dark eyes, glossy lips and smoothed skin. Her black hair is bunched at the top with curls resting at the sides of her face.

“It's Kythos.”

“Well common then Kythos make yourself useful you can carry the humidity extractor. It’s unreachable with speeders and a days travel, the stupid beast has been drawn to the tomb of Marka Ragnos.” Looks like you will be spending a few days with Malora, all in all, not a terrible travelling companion!