Out With The Old

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

"Killing you does not serve a purpose." It wasn't like it always needed to. Vrak would readily admit that he had murdered more than a few people due to simple rage, but...not when they would be useful later. That was stupid, foolish. There were limits to what he would allow himself to do in regards to killing. He wasn't some simpleton that tortured and hurt people just because he found it fun. There were other Sith who did such things, but they were fools.

"You may prove useful in the future." He said after seeing her disbelieving expression. "I cannot keep you here."

It was the truth. "The others would either kill you or capture you and torture you. They would try to convert you and the moment that happens you would be entirely useless to me. So I will allow you to go."

Simply because in the future he might need her.

It was greed, as it always would be.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Vrak Nashar"]

Don't look a gift lobster in the mouth and all that. Useful to him?! Pffft. If she ever saw him again things would be different. She wasn't about to argue that in the middle of enemy territory.

Her time was running short and the force was nudging her to move forward. But there was one more thing. Hand reached forward, force wrapping around her lightsaber still clipped to his belt

If he didn't stop her, it would snap back to her palm. She would make no move to activate it and instead, she could clip it to her belt.

"Until we meet again," myrtle ellipses locked with his yellow ones and she would leave. Probably not so gracefully because she couldn't fly that well. But still, she would leave with just a few dents.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Taheera Sollo"]

Vrak didn't try to stop her when she took back her lightsaber.

The weapon didn't mean anything to him, and he wasn't the type to collect trophies. As the ramp of the shuttle quickly began to raise Vrak turned his attention to the people behind. The Masassi were content to just stand and stare, simple as they were, though the Pureblood servant at the very least still seemed somewhat concerned about the future. "Secure the estate."

Was the order he gave.

"Contact my people." There was much to do. "And I wish to speak to the Council."

He smiled. "Someone must inform them of their brothers demise."

This had worked out so well.