Dapper Dog wrote:
Lady Grathan clapped loudly and said, “Slaves tend to the Witness, the last thing I need is a Sith of her station to die at my party, that would be… unfortunate.”
The slaves apply a stimpack and then put her in a kolto tank to recover.
“So where were we?” she said stepping over the rubble.
Jun-Tsu, for a slight moment thought of helping the fallen woman. She had been an excellent conversationalist, and had truly deserved to best her attacker. Still, it was not as zhe Dark Side had willed, so she left well enough alone.
So, instead, she turned to her host, and the guest of honor, of a fashion, "I vaz juzt congratulating you on zuch a vondervul party! Zuch zpectacle, zuch zport!"
Were Jun-Tsu one prone to whimsy she might have gasped in ecstatic joy at the showing. As it was she tried to mute her pleasure, "It iz az zhe blood veaztz on Korritz! Truly you are a lucky voman to hawe zuch delightz at her beckon call."