@[member="Velok"]
Tracyn threw up his arms, and glanced around."So wait, this is, my mind. So...hm. We're sharing the space." He spread his legs out, assuming a martial arts stance. And, then a statue of the image of Tracyn beating the crap out of Velok appeared. A second statue appeared, in tracyn's mind, of Tracyn holding up his hand, a la Beowulf and Grendel."Thought this place could use some redecorating..." He said, walking over to the chair, sitting and leaning back on it.
"So since we're stuck here, or rather, you stuck me here, I want to get to know the sith I beat the living feth out of and then some jerk came in and stole the kill. Made me mad in my mad places, you know?" He said, feigning a shaking of anger. Though, it was partially true.
Tracyn looked around and tapped his boots together."You think you'd mind if I conjured up my wife in here, or would that be weird for you? She's partially the reason I'm so much like this nowadays. Used to be a lot less angry and assholeish. But, you know. Life and explosions happen. Oh and then some Sith Lord kidnapped my son and my other son is now at the Jedi, where honestly I don't want him to be. And a guy I thought was my friend thinks I'm a piece of trash because it's hard for me to be a father to one son while trying to find the other and occasionally murdering...I mean resolving the issue of a few criminals. So that's what's new with me. So what's this thing you're rambling about? Rakatan technology? Something to make the Sith Emperor squeel with joy hard enough to where you asshats can stab him and take his place for a bit?" He said with a grin. He shuffled closer to Velok.
"We're gonna get along so well, you and I. In here. For as long as you want me here. Oh. And fun fact, I do have hair on my body. It's just plucked and trimmed." He said, nudging him but then realized he couldn't. He sighed and shrugged again.
