Pimpypants

"My Lady, I've done as you commanded.  The defectors are dead." Karai had never quite filled the chair of the man she had known as her father, but today, the Japanese woman felt particularly small as she rested against its high, black leather back and observed the strange creature before her.  When it stood at its full height, and its eyes met her own with an uncanny smile, a wave of revulsion washed over her. It's just not the same, father. "Thank you, Leonardo," she said to it.  "There were no mistakes?  No witnesses?"  Her voice was cold, but lacked the strength she was known for when addressing her warriors.  His presence made it impos