Vrak Nashar
Character
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
He sneered again. That was a lesson the Jedi taught freely, that they would not die, that they would live on forever. It was a lie of course. Sure some joined the force, but only the most powerful, only the most esteemed. It took decades of study, years of meditation to ever become one with the force, truly one. Vrak knew this because he had heard the ancients speak of it, in their lust for immortality they had explored all options, even those of the Jedi.
Disgusting.
Vrak snarled. "There are worse things than death."
Rage bubbled through him, a torrential flood that he could not keep at bay. She was leaving, her intent having been satisfied. Jamie would allow him to stew and wallow within his own hatred, perhaps hoping that he would turn it upon himself. Yet she had made a mistake. She had created a focal point for him, something that allowed him to focus every last bit of loathing.
"You will experience all of them." The door began to slide shut. "I promise you!"
His voice bellowed.
He sneered again. That was a lesson the Jedi taught freely, that they would not die, that they would live on forever. It was a lie of course. Sure some joined the force, but only the most powerful, only the most esteemed. It took decades of study, years of meditation to ever become one with the force, truly one. Vrak knew this because he had heard the ancients speak of it, in their lust for immortality they had explored all options, even those of the Jedi.
Disgusting.
Vrak snarled. "There are worse things than death."
Rage bubbled through him, a torrential flood that he could not keep at bay. She was leaving, her intent having been satisfied. Jamie would allow him to stew and wallow within his own hatred, perhaps hoping that he would turn it upon himself. Yet she had made a mistake. She had created a focal point for him, something that allowed him to focus every last bit of loathing.
"You will experience all of them." The door began to slide shut. "I promise you!"
His voice bellowed.