Like Minds

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Athena Heron"]

"Vrak Nashar" The words were punctuated with harsh pronunciation that she might have been able to peg as the Sith Language.

Their tongue was not a subtle one, guttural really, Vrak could fully admit that. His eyes wandered over her, lips thin. Part of him still wanted to kill her for the affront of walking on Korriban, though in truth his rage had already been dulled. He knew there was no real point in killing her. There was nothing left here to steal, nothing that Vrak and his people hadn't already known a long time ago, and...well he could hardly kill every trespasser on Korriban could he?

Though then again, killing her might have been fun.

"Not so hard was it?" He asked with a smile. "See what you can do?"

He taunted her back just as she taunted him. "Civility is often lost on your kind."

 

[Athena Heron]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

"And here I was about to say the same thing about you, Red." Yes he gave her a name. Didn't mean she had to use it.

Mistress, we've found the scrolls.

Good, take the back path to our shuttle. I still have someone to deal with.

"And I wonder why the jedi think they've won. Are their stereotypes of our kind, true? Would we just kill each other over a silly, disagreement, a different point of view?" Dark-brow lofted and pink lips puffed out. "We can part as something less than enemies."

She did not say friends.

"Or would you rather we have a little dance?" Fingertips slowly curled around the smooth hilt of her lightsaber but she made no move to ignite it.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Athena Heron"]

He frowned for a moment, her words were true in a sense. The Sith had long since been killing each other for a few little trinkets and petty disagreements. It was their way, but here...what would it gain him really? Sure he could kill this woman, stop her from taking a few trinkets...but did he care? Not really. There was no knowledge here that he sought, there was nothing that he wanted. So why did he care?

Vrak had often thought of himself as pragmatic, but killing this woman accomplished nothing. "Go."

He waved her off.

"Take your trinkets." He had no idea what she wanted from this world, but...well it didn't really matter.

"Learn what you wish." Vrak slowly stood. "Then when you realize you want more, come find me."

 

[Athena Heron]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Vrak Nashar"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Surprise etched across her blue skin. Brows lofted. She hadn't expected it to be so easy. In fact, she was a bit disappointed in the lack of challenge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Not the response I expected," especially with how he reacted in the first place. Long-fingers slowly uncurled around the hilt. The Omwatti always thirsted for knowledge and she'd never personally met a sith pureblood. It might be interesting to take him up on his offer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"If you speak the truth and you have more to offer me," eyes raked him up and down one last time, "then I might just find you...one day, Vrak Nashar." There was a final, coy smile before she pulled on the darkside to gracefully and agilely speed away, practically floating on the air as she ran.[/SIZE]