
TheFinite 

Shiny Bug
“That’s just it, I can’t be sure…” Texty said. “I don’t think she’s malicious. But she terrifies me nonetheless.”
Meetra gained a difficult to read expression. Was it… Sad? Yet, with an almost grim satisfaction? “I have done some terrible things. Some I regret, others I do not, for it was in the name of the safety and security for the Republic. I destroyed the Sith that hunted me, my master killed the Jedi Masters, and I sought out and found Revan, working with him to destroy the Sith beyond the outer rim that threatened the fragile Republic. He rebuilt the Jedi, learning from their abject failures. And likewise…”
She looked him in the eyes, baring her soul. “As the last Lord of the Sith, I sought to rebuild, and rebirth, the Sith into a new form, one that would work alongside the Republic and ensure that my legacy and power is everlasting.” She gave a chuckle. “And now I’m here.”