Pierce stood tall in the sith lord’s ship. Immediately taking notice of how much authority Malavai Quinn had. He didn’t seem to care for this. Quinn was small. Pierce could pick on him any day. But for now, he’s rather be working on whatever it is that he was doing. Oh yeah. Nothing. That’s when the door opened, Pierce’s beloved sith lord entering the room.

“My Lord. You’re lookin’ beat.”