Durak Tessler
Character
*Durak wakes from a night of uncomfortable and restless sleep aboard the Trandoshan slave ship.*
Rusk the Fearless paces the room in the glory of all his Trandoshan armor and weaponry. In his native tongue, he barks orders to the crew members of his vessel. Rook his second in command steps forward with news of a message just received from the Sith Lord Darth Mythos. Mythos had heard of the warrior capabilities of the Kaleesh species and wanted to obtain one to be used as either a pet or bodyguard or even more possibly, a new apprentice.
Rook, "Rusk, the credits have been transferred and the Kaleesh is awake and ready to be handed over." Rusk replies, "Good, see to it that the Kaleesh is properly clothed and prepared, we wouldn't want the Sith to be unsatisfied with his purchase in any way."
Never in all my years have I been this low. To be bought and traded like a piece of furniture is degrading, even for an exiled warrior. What I would give to crush the life out of Rusk's neck while his crew watches in horror unable to help or stop the inevitable death of their commander. The pleasure of returning all of the pain and torture I had the displeasure of receiving from that disgusting little lizard. Alas, with no weapons, armor or element of surprise, I would be forced to endure the presence of the gross little reptile for just a little bit longer.
Rook turned and barked to one of the crew, "Get that cage open and get the Kaleesh down to the quarters so he can be washed and refitted." The crew member schleps to the door panel and enters the code to release the bars. The bars descend and the crew escorts the slave down to the lower level of the ship where the quarters were located.
The entire journey I wanted nothing more than to stab the ugly creature right behind his neck and watching the life spill out of him. I must endure my current destiny whoever until my release. I don't particularly hate Trandoshans whoever, this packs banner which is displayed across the ship resembles the Nun'Khallan insignia. This made my blood boil more than any atrocity the individuals had transgressed against me.
After a brief time in the preparation room, the slave had been refitted, washed and given a proper set of clothing. All that was left was to meet the new master of this slave. Only time would allow the freedom that Durak so deeply desired.
[member="Lord Mythos"]
Rusk the Fearless paces the room in the glory of all his Trandoshan armor and weaponry. In his native tongue, he barks orders to the crew members of his vessel. Rook his second in command steps forward with news of a message just received from the Sith Lord Darth Mythos. Mythos had heard of the warrior capabilities of the Kaleesh species and wanted to obtain one to be used as either a pet or bodyguard or even more possibly, a new apprentice.
Rook, "Rusk, the credits have been transferred and the Kaleesh is awake and ready to be handed over." Rusk replies, "Good, see to it that the Kaleesh is properly clothed and prepared, we wouldn't want the Sith to be unsatisfied with his purchase in any way."
Never in all my years have I been this low. To be bought and traded like a piece of furniture is degrading, even for an exiled warrior. What I would give to crush the life out of Rusk's neck while his crew watches in horror unable to help or stop the inevitable death of their commander. The pleasure of returning all of the pain and torture I had the displeasure of receiving from that disgusting little lizard. Alas, with no weapons, armor or element of surprise, I would be forced to endure the presence of the gross little reptile for just a little bit longer.
Rook turned and barked to one of the crew, "Get that cage open and get the Kaleesh down to the quarters so he can be washed and refitted." The crew member schleps to the door panel and enters the code to release the bars. The bars descend and the crew escorts the slave down to the lower level of the ship where the quarters were located.
The entire journey I wanted nothing more than to stab the ugly creature right behind his neck and watching the life spill out of him. I must endure my current destiny whoever until my release. I don't particularly hate Trandoshans whoever, this packs banner which is displayed across the ship resembles the Nun'Khallan insignia. This made my blood boil more than any atrocity the individuals had transgressed against me.
After a brief time in the preparation room, the slave had been refitted, washed and given a proper set of clothing. All that was left was to meet the new master of this slave. Only time would allow the freedom that Durak so deeply desired.
[member="Lord Mythos"]
