1775, Anger
Darth Malthael returned to Dawn Star Planet. The moment he stepped off his ship, his expression darkened. He shoved aside the attendants who had come to greet him and strode quickly toward his office.
With a wave of his hand, he used the Force to open the door from afar, revealing a female Twi'lek in a black bodysuit, kneeling there and trembling uncontrollably.
Darth Malthael paid no attention to any of that. He strode forward, seized her by the throat, and lifted her into the air. "You lowly idiot! Do you have any idea what you've done!!??"
Darth Lilim did not even dare struggle. Her hands clutched Darth Malthael's wrist, her feet dangling as she endured the agony of suffocation. Her lips moved, but she could not force out a single word.
Darth Malthael's fury remained unabated. A powerful bolt of lightning suddenly burst from his hand! Darth Lilim, held by the throat, bore the full force of the lightning!
Her eyes rolled white, and her body convulsed without pause. Even her bodysuit began to give off wisps of smoke under the intense electrical assault, scorching and tearing apart. Her intoxicatingly voluptuous figure flickered into view beneath the damaged clothing, enough to make anyone's blood surge.
But Darth Malthael, consumed by rage, had no interest in the sight before him. He increased the power of the lightning once again!
Darth Lilim let out a muffled groan of unbearable pain, but with her throat clenched, she could not even breathe. Under the horrific shock, warm liquid flowed from beneath her. She had lost control of her bladder.
Only when he saw that she was barely breathing and on the verge of death did Darth Malthael abruptly fling her away, smashing her into the wall. With a bang, Darth Lilim