This sector is insanity personified. It was astounding to witness an attack of such magnitude be literally shrugged off by the beings that took up residence on the Primary planet. This planet, named Rhydin, seems to sit within a temporal anomaly or a Nexus as you will.

Still, the different types of races that inhabit this planet, and indeed the central city, seems to outstrip even the Empire with it's myriad worlds and civilizations. Yet, it seems that humans are the dominant species despite what the doomsayers state.

And yet, this fascination is but a passing fancy of mine. I am more interested in finding a suitable *pet.* Why is that?

I grow weary of ambitious subordinates thinking they can sleep with the admiral and gain great rank. It doesn't work that way, children. The only reason you are allowed to grace my chambers is that I find you interesting physically. My last lover found his neck broken for presuming to order me. It was amusing until he forgot himself and dared raised a hand to strike.

I do not have to explain unforeseen *accidents.*

All this does is makes me more wary of my own subordinates. So now I seek a pet of suitable disposition and loyalty. I do envy the Dark lords of their pets...

Time seems to have no meaning in this maddening sector. A year ago we were raining hellfire over the planet below. Yet those scars seem to have faded into a bad memory...

... If they were remembered at all.

A seemingly loving hand pet at the form kneeling next to the command chair blindfolded and in shackles in her private office. It has made sense for her to take custody of the girl for the time being. It was a risky gamble that seemed to pay off. The girl had been ripe for corruption. A path the admiral was contemplating as that hand caressed at that dual colored mane.

The admiral alternated a firm hand between the gentle ones. She had access to the sensory tools from her Intel days and no few from the Circle including the Ysalamir. Her ways dealt not so much in the application of physical pain but the enhancement of the emotional pain and loss. Things the girl had been inexperienced in dealing with. Keeping that pain fresh in her mind and then offering a release from that pain if only by the admiral's hand.

Even the pleasure responses were turned and molded to the Admiral's desires. She had enjoyed watching this girl beg and plead for the very things denied to her, unable to call on the Force to protect herself.

It was one of the little tricks she had picked up from Grand Admiral Thrawn. It was also why she devoted a smaller frigate for such things. The Ysalamir were a pet project of hers, bred for her field troops so that they could strike at the Jedi Enclaves. That tool had also been rather effective in starting the training of her pets.