“You want what I have, don’t you?”>She doesn’t immediately reply, but continues staring.
“You want to be his pupil. The one he teaches his dark secrets to, the one he grooms to become a true Sith.”>She seems about to speak when you approach and place your metal arm against the stone wall of the dark hallway, pinning her to it.
“You’ve coveted my position ever since Dromund Kaas, haven’t you? When you abandoned me to die in that temple and tried to earn Scorpan’s favor.”>She maintains her emotionless face. “You know nothing.”
“But I could. As much as I hate him, Scorpan has taught me valuable secrets… things he would never teach you.”>She suddenly breaks her emotionless visage and lets pride slip through her lips.>”I deserve it.”
“Do you now? Even though I’ve bested you at every turn? Even though he recognizes my power, and has shown you no favor?”>Once more she is about to protest before you raise your other hand and hold it near her head.
“You left me to die because you’re afraid you’re only second-best. And that is what you are: a second-rate Force-user, all sad and alone. Fit for fodder in the academy’s army, but not for a Sith.”>She doesn’t react, not outwardly at least.>But you can sense something stirring beneath.
“Have I touched a nerve? And here I thought you had no nerves to touch. Is there something resembling a soul beneath that grey flesh?”>Reaching inwardly with the Force, you begin to use the power that Scorpan has taught you.>All the while weakening her mental barriers.
“There is, as it turns out. You might like to hide it, to appear as though nothing matters, and perhaps most of the time you truly feel as though nothing does---but it was not always this way.”