No matter what the Council said and despite what the Shadow Academy taught, in K’tanas mind there was no difference between the Dark and the Light. A Jedi would fall and a Dark Jedi rose. Dark Jedi had second thoughts and a Padawan would be reborn. It was an eternal cycle, repeating without end.
Therefore she stood in the hangar bay, waiting for the ship that would come to take her planetside with another karking Human. Her violet lekku twitched and emerald eyes rolled around in utter boredom.
“Uuugh! Is he here yet?” The Twi’lek groaned in boredom as she swung her lekku across her back.
Several feet behind her, two men in uniforms stood seeing to the Light of New Tython. One of the mechanics, a grumpy Iridonian male, glared at the obnoxious young woman with obvious irritation before turning to his younger colleague.
“I swear if someone doesn’t get her out of here-”
“Shut up! That one is scary when she’s bored.” The Human male spoke the words softly, glancing over his shoulders as he did so. The next moment he flinched- the Twi’lek suddenly stood inches away and was blowing into his ear.
“Oh am I?” Her white toothed grin formed into sharpened points before their eyes. A small blade spun between her fingers, controlled with a menacing disregard for the safety of anyone within easy reach. Before the men had even begun to pale with shock, a high whistle rang in the air, causing them both to snap out of their frozen reverie and take a hasty step away.
K’tana whipped around, giggling in excitement as the Faceless illusion faded away to give back her perfect smile. Behind her back, the two mechanics quickly disappeared and went to help lock down landing gear.
K’tana gave a wicked smirk as she looked down to admire and adjust the plunging neckline over her chest. As the locking mechanisms began to groan and the ship began to settle down, the Krath regained her focus on the vessel and skipped towards the rampway.