Eweev's tale

Tanisi sat down at the tap caf, looking outside the throng of sentient passing by. He wrapped his hands around his steaming mug of caf.

He smiled to himself as he looked down into the black liquid. Things couldn’t be going smoother, if he had planned it.

Eweev was already beginning to see what she was becoming. It scared her, but he knew she wasn’t going to resist.

He felt the storm brewing. Darkness was beginning to permeate through the bond soon; she would be on their side.

The sound of flesh against wood caused him to jump in his seat, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glared at the white Zabrak sitting across from him.

“This booth is taken,” he stated coldly.

A huge smile spread across the man’s ghostly, pale face. “Where is your companion?” he asked, eyes darting around the tap caf. He laughed, seeing the confusion on Tanisi’s face. “The beautiful blonde you were with the other day at the bunker.”

Tanisi couldn’t keep the shock from crossing his face. “What do you want with Eweev?” he demanded.

The smile from the other man sent a chill down his spine.

“The same thing you want, darksider.” He leaned closer, almost whispering. “Be careful with her. She’s no mere darksider.”

“She’s powerful.”

“It’s more than that,” the Zabrak confided. “She will easily rival the two Sith in control. She needs guidance.” He paused pointing a finger at Tanisi. “She needs to be shown what she is.”

Tanisi looked down at the cooling caf in his mug. “Eweev already feels she’s turning Sith.”

He glanced up to see the Zabrak nod, settling his back against the booth.

“She needs to be shown slowly,” he reiterated. “Her destiny can fork in two ways.” His stare became intense. “I want to make sure she brings glory to the Sith and not destroy them.”