Kratacos
Subservient Sith
Commenor
[member="Lady Kay"]
[SIZE=11pt]The shuttle that carried Vraukt and his Master Drakash came from the sky. They were two Purebloods, beings born with a natural affinity to the Dark Side of the Force. Powerful beings, and where Drakash’s appeared to be more wild, raw, an outgoing nature that also tied in with his personality, Vraukt’s remained calm and composed, as if there were a dam built up around his emotions and thoughts.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A dam that very much seemed as if it were impenetrable. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The meeting that Drakash and Vraukt had with the Queen of Commenor was planned. Drakash may have been a lowly Sith Lord, but he was ambitious, and hungry for recognition in the eyes of the Dark Council that the Resurgent Empire sported. If he hadn't thought this was a plausible idea, they wouldn't be there now. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]My Lord,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" Vraukt said, the orange glow of his orbs shining from the black hood he wore. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Vraukt,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" he said. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Speak.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" He said with a nod. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]There was a bow of his head. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Why Commenor?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" In the presence of other Purebloods, Vraukt only spoke High Sith, or whatever iteration of it that Tantorus had. Drakash was a Sith from Athiss, but they had come together almost as soon as Vraukt had joined the ranks of other Purebloods who left Tantorus.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]It is a trade planet.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" He said. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I do not speak for the Council,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" Drakash explained as he rose from his seat, deeming it unworthy of supporting his derrier anymore. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]But if I were able to better the relations, no, create relations between our two people... I will be a prime candidate for a position on the Council,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" he proclaimed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Vraukt nodded, thinking it best to not give his opinion unless otherwise asked. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]We will be on a landing pad in moments, My Lord,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" their human pilot said, a slave from Drakash's own household, Vraukt had learned on the trip there. An excellent pilot, and a man that could take a beating. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Good. Vraukt, come.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" And he arose as the ship began landing procedures at the predesignated coordinates, chances were, at her palace or whatever position of power the planet's sovereign ruler chose to oversee her people from.[/SIZE]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[SIZE=11pt]The shuttle that carried Vraukt and his Master Drakash came from the sky. They were two Purebloods, beings born with a natural affinity to the Dark Side of the Force. Powerful beings, and where Drakash’s appeared to be more wild, raw, an outgoing nature that also tied in with his personality, Vraukt’s remained calm and composed, as if there were a dam built up around his emotions and thoughts.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]A dam that very much seemed as if it were impenetrable. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The meeting that Drakash and Vraukt had with the Queen of Commenor was planned. Drakash may have been a lowly Sith Lord, but he was ambitious, and hungry for recognition in the eyes of the Dark Council that the Resurgent Empire sported. If he hadn't thought this was a plausible idea, they wouldn't be there now. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]My Lord,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" Vraukt said, the orange glow of his orbs shining from the black hood he wore. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Vraukt,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" he said. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Speak.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" He said with a nod. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]There was a bow of his head. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Why Commenor?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" In the presence of other Purebloods, Vraukt only spoke High Sith, or whatever iteration of it that Tantorus had. Drakash was a Sith from Athiss, but they had come together almost as soon as Vraukt had joined the ranks of other Purebloods who left Tantorus.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]It is a trade planet.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" He said. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I do not speak for the Council,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" Drakash explained as he rose from his seat, deeming it unworthy of supporting his derrier anymore. "[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]But if I were able to better the relations, no, create relations between our two people... I will be a prime candidate for a position on the Council,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" he proclaimed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Vraukt nodded, thinking it best to not give his opinion unless otherwise asked. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]We will be on a landing pad in moments, My Lord,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" their human pilot said, a slave from Drakash's own household, Vraukt had learned on the trip there. An excellent pilot, and a man that could take a beating. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Good. Vraukt, come.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]" And he arose as the ship began landing procedures at the predesignated coordinates, chances were, at her palace or whatever position of power the planet's sovereign ruler chose to oversee her people from.[/SIZE]