Post by Funami Teriyaki on Apr 2, 2019 6:24:17 GMT -5
Sith considered survival a merit; to fight against unlikely odds and emerge victorious, to pit one’s own flesh and muscle against claws and primal instincts and live to tell the tale. All nature was a gigantic struggle between strength and weakness, an eternal victory of the strong over the weak. Culling the weak helped the strong rise and build empires upon the bones of the fallen, growing ever stronger. The Sith empire presented a society following the most basic law of the jungle – and thus its firmest foundation was weeding out the unworthy.
Acolytes and apprentices were encouraged to challenge themselves, taste strife and pursuit power. Hunting down the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy offered a quick path to impressing one’s superiors and earning prestige and respect alike. Not all could survive encountering awful monstrosities at the top of their respective food chain though, falling victim to pure muscle, synapses, and teeth. Such was the way of Sith. The weak died so the stronger emerged victorious, becoming apex predators themselves.
Funami wasn’t too happy when the shuttle carrying her and another Sith touched Felucia’s ground and she witnessed its untamed wilderness in all its glory. Her lip curled in disgust as she angrily glared into the uninviting, colorful jungle. The suffocating dampness breathed on her, enough to make the city girl cringe. The breeze played with her pink, fluffy hair and also carried the awful stench of nature. Wrinkling her nose, the petite Atrisian cautiously stepped off the shuttle’s ramp, a long, graceful stride to deliver her upon a piece of ground that did not appear mushy. While survival was priority, she had zero intention of letting her adorable, pristine apparel gather any filth. As always, Funami wore her best clothes to properly represent the Sith empire, Atrisia, and her family. Someone like her could not afford to sport filthy rags! Casting a disapproving look over her shoulder, she silently scrutinized the other Sith. Only one word came to mind.
Competition.
Several pairs of boots thudded toward them, prompting Funami to turn around. Bearing both armor and insignia of the Sith empire’s armed forces, a dozen or so soldiers appeared upon a narrow path leading through the towering trees. This had to be the greeting party! Funami put on a sweet smile and clasped her hands behind her back, ready to receive their salutes and official welcome.
All ran right past her, lining up in front of the other Sith and standing at attention. The one in charge stepped forward.
“Allow us to welcome you on Felucia, my lord! We’ve been informed of your arrival and ordered to provide you with supplies. Although… there appears to have been a mistake, we were told to expect two Sith.”
Clenching her fists, the pink-haired child spat angrily, staring daggers at the commander's back.
“I am Funami Teriyaki, daughter of Tomio Teriyaki, and Sith of the Sith empire! Don’t ignore me! Show me proper respect!”
“What’s this little girl doing here?” came a confused whisper.
“Hmph!” A childish pout curled the Atrisian's lips.
