No Escape

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

The trip to his estate was a fairly quick one, and unsurprisingly the building didn't look like much at all.

It held the same limestone construction as the Starport had, the same odd facets, and it's central compound was mostly underground. It was how most important structures were built on Athiss, and Vrak's parents had made sure that their family land would be well secured.

"You will be comfortable here." Vrak told Taheera as they passed through the gate.

The wall that surrounded the compound was manned by a dozen Massassi warriors, the species bred by Purebloods for combat. Along with them were a dozen other guards, all of them holding some sort of weapon. It was clear that despite the way the compound was built for secrecy they were still more than ready for what practically could be an invasion. As they moved inside Taheera would likely be taken aback by the...grandeur of the inside of the estate.

The grand hall that they entered was huge, pleasantly cool, and decorated with fineries of all sorts.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

Trust the force, she quietly reminded herself for the billionth time. Because any hope she had of a solo-escape was quickly being snuffed out. There were so many guards. And weapons.

It made her dizzy.

Eyes widened considerably upon entering the estate. At least she didn't feel so exposed. Any outsiders curious about her arrival would have to wait to get at her or go through Vrak to get at her. Or take considerable losses to go through those guards.

But how long would that last?

What seemed like endless jewels, exotic furs, and art decorating the walls. "Plunders of your conquests?" A single chestnut- brow lofted at Vrak. How many had he and his family taken from and killed for this?

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

He chuckled.

"Perhaps." In truth he had no idea. Vrak wasn't the one that had decorated his home, that had been his parents, and their parents, and...well so on. This estate had been inherited upon their premature deaths. He never much cared about what it looked like, nor did he ever much really concern himself with what might change. He let the servants handle all of that. "Centuries ago maybe."

He certainly hadn't added to it as of late.

"This estate has existed since my family first came to this world." He took careful note to avoid naming the planet.

"It is my families refuge." That was pure and simple. "I doubt anything has changed within for several decades."

He doubted she would be impressed by any of that, she had hardly been so with anything else about him, but it was an interesting enough fact. The little detail that Purebloods had not only lived upon this world, but thrived on it would likely be troubling for her. After all, it would mean that in some form the Sith had consistently existed within the galaxy for hundreds of years.

Unsettling for most Jedi.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

She frowned. There were clues in his information and she snatched them up like tiny puzzle pieces. Unlike other Jedi, she'd spent a lot of time among the sith. With the dark lord himself, though, she doubted the dark lord was anything like that now.

And what scared her the most was why the sith had a hand in her creation at all.

Bloodied and bruised face finally tore away from her surroundings. She stood, patiently, on tired soles. Wrists with cuff-sores shifted again. "Well, I hope the plumbing was updated," she replied, dryly. "Is there a place I can wash up? Are these really necessary with your army surrounding this place?"

Wrists pulled impatiently.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

Vrak didn't answer Taheera for a moment, simply kept walking.

She followed after him of course, what else was she going to do. Eventually they reached the far end of the southern hall, two Masassi warriors standing guard in front of a set of pale silver doors. Vrak gently reached out and pushed the door open. "This is your room."

When Taheera stepped inside she would likely be surprised to find a room of similar finery as the grand hall, not a prison cell or a pit somewhere. Within the room there was a large bed, desk, several ornamental paintings and statues. At the far end of the room was a bathroom with a shower and bath tub, as well as everything else one would expect within a refresher. There was a window, though it didn't appear to open in any manner.

"I'm sure you will find it to your liking." He said plainly before stepping up to her. He pulled out the small key to the stun cuffs, pulling them off and handing them to one of the Massassi. "You will also be given another set of clothes."

What she wore was far too obvious.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

She was...surprised. She definitely expected some kind of containment cell or dungeon. Sith stereotypes. Stereotypes had to start somewhere to be true. No matter how fancy and lush it was, a prison was a prison.

As he stepped forward, it took every ounce of self-control not to flinch back. Muscles tensed but she held her ground. And just like that, her wrists were free. Stiff shoulders relaxed just slightly. Green fingers rubbed around the raw-skin the cuffs left.

"New cloth-," chestnut-brows furrowed as she looked down at her blood and dirt-stained shirt. Arms crossed slowly beneath her chest.

"I doubt you have my size," she said dryly. What was he going to make her wear, some skimpy slave outfit? Mind went to the worst thing possible.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

"I wouldn't." He said simply. "I think you underestimate just how many servants come through here."

That was a nice way of saying 'slaves'.

Taheera would likely find that appalling, but it was how Athiss operated. Half of the population was made of slaves. Most of them were human oddly enough, not aliens, so that was something. Vrak didn't even pay attention to it of course, he saw it as nothing less than normal. Slavery was simply a way of life, it happened, it was happening, and changing it would have been...well impossible on a world like this. Not that he would want to in the first place. "I'll ensure you have everything you need."

Likely just simple robes, not a skimpy golden Bikini.

"The Guards will be right outside if you need anything." She could attempt to escape, but Vrak figured she knew it would be suicidal at this point.

At least he hoped she realized that.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

"You mean slaves," she said quietly. It was a wonder they didn't rebel. Then again, if they were treated all like this...perhaps they were content to stay. In the few short years after she'd been...created, she'd always done everything herself. This type of culture made her more than a little uncomfortable.

Muscles trembled but she refused to move as she remained standing, rigid in front of the lobster sith.

Eyes flickered over to the door as he mentioned the guards. Yep, still a prisoner. She frowned. Gaze snapped back to his red-boned face and yellow eyes.

"Is that all?"

She wanted him to leave. So she could pass out.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

He smiled. "Yes."

There was really nothing else to say. He doubted that any further conversation would lead to her being more cooperative, in fact the more she learned about him and Athiss the more likely it would be that she'd try to kill him and everyone in the esate.

Best to keep this short.

"I will retrieve you in the morning." Hopefully the old man would get back to him by then. "Good night."

Vrak gave her a short, respectful bow, and then headed out of the room.