Multiple different thoughts come to mind when you consider how you can exact a just recompense. One idea is to wield the power locked within your breast to reach out, crushing the human with the invisible grip of a rancor. That idea tickles your mind, the image of him getting squashed replays again and again in your mind. This would leave obvious evidence left by his eviscerated corpse that could only be done by a being strong in the Force. While you would get away with it, the Lords do not care about murder. All they demand is to not catch you in the act. But the broken body might bear consequences from forces unseen.

Another idea is to stage an accident in his room, sneak in and set the ceiling to fall upon his head. It obfuscates the crime, leaving doubt as to whether it was done intentionally or not. Even if the investigative team, assuming there is one, would not be able to pin the act upon you. But both are too immediate, too rushed, no doubt Murl and Halaben are waiting for you to strike with a trap of their own. You will not be the hunter turned prey, the recompense for their actions will not be a swift stab to the heart but a slow dagger that will come at a time Murl least expects.

Focusing back on the Sith Lord that is so very close to you, your eyes meet her crystal blue sapphires, and you get lost in them. Slowly, you withdraw from the enchantment caused by the faultless light blue pools. You want to write a poem ode to her beauty, something to immortalise something so precious that future generations need to witness such a sight to believe it. Remembering that you were going to say something before falling into her charm, you wet your lips with your tongue to try to stir them.

An awkward smile on your face, you tell her, “I’m not going to lash out now. It is predictable, and a predictable Sith is a dead Sith.”

“Not if you are strong enough, those with the power can do and take things only others can dream of. I have killed people in such horrific ways for lesser insults.” Velka retorts with a hungry smile, believing that you will become one of those great people.

“One day, I will be strong enough,” You promise her. “You could help me get there?”

“I could.” She states, bringing a finger to her lips as she thinks. “And I might, but you will have to impress me. My assistance isn’t free, you will have to earn it.”

Remembering the puzzle and the reward promised, you hold up an outstretched hand, and the ball slowly travels into your waiting palm. Once again, you begin to simultaneously unscrew all the bolts, this second time being easier as you have already probed the device. The yellow sphere pops outward; the pressure contained by the screws causes the device to pop open, revealing a cube within the broken circle. Velka wears a proud but expectant half-smile, while you smugly grin, feeling invincible from the intoxicating power of the Force.