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Ryscha and Amarra, 'Bang, Marry, Kill' : Darth Acina, Darth Karrid, Darth Lachris. - KH💙
Hahahaha! Thanks Anto!
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Ryscha laughs almost to the point of tears as she looks at the aghast expression on Amarra’s face. “I’ll go first,” she finally manages to wheeze through a final fit of laughter.
“Hm. I'd probably bang Acina. I mean Empress of the Sith? I can’t really say no to that. Also Loyat would probably kill me if she learned that I had that opportunity but passed on it. Probably marry Lachris. I heard she was Marr’s apprentice and Marr wouldn’t have chosen to train anyone likely to become too unstable.” 
She looks a little sheepish as she shrugs her shoulders for the final answer. “Sorry Karrid but I don’t really know you so I’m going to have to kill you.”
Her gaze immediately turns to her sister and she smiles impishly while waiting for Amarra to answer.
Amarra scowls and glares at both your and Ryscha’s expectant expressions. Letting out a long suffering sigh, she starts to speak. “I would... bang...” she grimaces and momentarily closes her eyes at the crass word. “I would sleep with Darth Karrid. She was a strategic prodigy and an alliance with her would have been very beneficial.”
Ryscha sighs and rolls her eyes. “Here she goes, being all cold and calculating about things. You know that the Jedi would be impressed at how controlled your emotions are, right?”
While Amarra does not outwardly move at all, Ryscha’s chair does suddenly and unexpectedly tip over. Amarra then ignores her sister’s sudden yelp and continues.
“I would have married Darth Lachris. She was indeed Marr’s apprentice and from what I understand was a pragmatic, level headed and very capable leader.”
A look of obvious dislike crosses her face as she thinks about the third person. “I would kill Acina. Our sire and his Hand chose to put her in charge of the Arcanum a storehouse full of dangerous secrets. And anyone that my sire and his followers believe to be a reliable servant is someone that should be seen as a threat and incredibly dangerous.” A small smirk pulls at her lips as she keeps talking. “Though I must say they seem to have chosen a rather poor servant in her. She and the Hand never figured out that it was I who destroyed the Arcanum before they could use its power.”
“They never saw it coming huh?” Ryscha grumbles from beside the chair that she no longer believes is safe to sit in.
“Something like that,” Amarra says with a self satisfied smirk.
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