“That sounds good. If Hela could teach me, that is.” You look to Hela and think about asking her if it is acceptable to her, but it’s too soft and un-Sith-like. It could make you look even worse in both their eyes.

“Excellent, it sounds like we have a deal.” Lord Tyus concludes, happy with the lack of difficulty this will impart on him.

“And-” You are about to demand that he uses the information respectfully and doesn’t use it to compromise you.

The Gand cuts you off with a sharp interruption and a voice far too deep for his small frame. “No, I need to take this back to my laboratory. I won’t waste any more of my time talking to you. Hela, he’s yours.”

Scurrying out of the room, Lord Tyus leaves you standing across from Hela, who is scowling at her fleeing master. She turns to you, her face showing just how happy she is with the deal she was forced into, the one that brings her no gain. Her cloak is one of pure white, and the hood that hangs loosely is a vibrant red. Her bright blue eyes scan you up and down, measuring the ball chained to her leg. With a shake of her head that bounces her lekku, she lets out an exasperated sigh. Despite her irritation, or even because of it, you do not know, she is a perfect display of the Twi’lek’s natural beauty that has won the heart of the galaxy.

You give her a dumb half-smile, unsure how to placate her or if you even should. Then she speaks, “So instead of wasting my master’s time, you are wasting mine. Excellent. I gain nothing from this, but time down the drain.”

“Maybe not, this makes me reliant on you. If you are to teach me and increase my knowledge and skill, I have a vested interest in your safety and growth.” You reply, trying to come up with a reason why she shouldn’t either discard you like some uneaten leftovers or train you incorrectly as her own punishment.