“Yes,  they’re quite rare aren’t they?”  She wanted to sigh,  this location in time seemed to be so empty of potential converts to the Sith,  damn the former Emperor and his Order 66!  So much potential wasted,  the pool of force sensitive’s had been snuffed out!  She wanted to slam her hand through a wall!  She took a deep breath doing her best to suppress the growing rage,  even as little crackling sparks danced across her finger tips, only to fade out.<br/><br/>She had destroyed the only possible pupil she had stumbled upon.  She wanted to scream out in rage at her luck,  but,  she would displace the passion and rage into something more pleasant…  sexual congress.  If she could just get this other machine into her bed, she could vent her lust and her rage in one explosive and beautifully passionate moment.<br/><br/>Khementari was roused from her inner reflection as Zeta spoke.  Her eyes looked over the machine, and her lips parted into a wide grin.  She took another step forward gently brushing her lips against the machine’s false skin.   “I find your body pleasing,  your similarity to myself…  intriguing….  And your possible destructive capabilities…  titillating.”