Vrak Nashar
Character
Zygerria
[member="Irid"]
There were few worlds in the galaxy that Vrak actually enjoyed visiting, fewer still that enjoyed his visits. Zygerria however was one of those worlds. This place was more than welcoming to his kind, more than friendly. They knew what the Sith had once done for them, they knew what benefit a patron like him could mean. Thus when he came to this place he was treated almost as well as royalty. The guards bowed before him, the people in the streets gave way when he wandered. It was a beautiful thing, almost like being back home. He felt oddly...relaxed in this place.
"My lord."
A man beckoned to him.
One of the guards, a Zygerrian.
Vrak frowned for half a second, hands unclasping from behind his back as he motioned for the soldier to come over. The man nodded and then quickly wandered towards the Pureblood, his eyes staying low. It was a sign of respect among these people, not meeting ones gaze. It was a quality that many people around the galaxy lacked, but once again it was offered to him here on Zygerria.
"The slave pits are this way My Lord, her Majesty mention you would like to view them."
"Indeed." Vrak said with a nod, beckoning for the man to lead him forward.
Slavery was not uncommon back on Athiss, though the nature of most servants was vastly different than one might expect. Most slaves upon Athiss were actually Massassi, the warriors bread to fight wars for the Purebloods. There were House Servants of course, and slaves to plow and sow the fields, but most of them were simple humans that had been taken from one world or another. Zygerria, well Zygerria was more specialized in a way. They had all different sorts, certain slaves trained for combat, farm work, even mines. It was what made coming here worthwhile.
Vrak slowly maneuvered behind the guard, his lightsaber sitting at his hip, his eyes wandering over the sights. He wondered briefly about this place, for how much longer it would survive. Eventually the guard lead him to a...less ornate section of the city. A massive estate like structure that wound up and out, the two ending up on a large balcony overlooking a large field. Within the field were dozens, if not hundreds of chained men and women. Some appeared to be huddled beneath half built shacks, others seemed to have just returned from working the mines.
"Excellent." He told the Guard. "You may leave me for now."
His hand waved the Guard away. He would be perfectly safe here on the Balcony, and he wanted to watch the slaves in silence, gauge them for himself without the interference of their masters.
[member="Irid"]
There were few worlds in the galaxy that Vrak actually enjoyed visiting, fewer still that enjoyed his visits. Zygerria however was one of those worlds. This place was more than welcoming to his kind, more than friendly. They knew what the Sith had once done for them, they knew what benefit a patron like him could mean. Thus when he came to this place he was treated almost as well as royalty. The guards bowed before him, the people in the streets gave way when he wandered. It was a beautiful thing, almost like being back home. He felt oddly...relaxed in this place.
"My lord."
A man beckoned to him.
One of the guards, a Zygerrian.
Vrak frowned for half a second, hands unclasping from behind his back as he motioned for the soldier to come over. The man nodded and then quickly wandered towards the Pureblood, his eyes staying low. It was a sign of respect among these people, not meeting ones gaze. It was a quality that many people around the galaxy lacked, but once again it was offered to him here on Zygerria.
"The slave pits are this way My Lord, her Majesty mention you would like to view them."
"Indeed." Vrak said with a nod, beckoning for the man to lead him forward.
Slavery was not uncommon back on Athiss, though the nature of most servants was vastly different than one might expect. Most slaves upon Athiss were actually Massassi, the warriors bread to fight wars for the Purebloods. There were House Servants of course, and slaves to plow and sow the fields, but most of them were simple humans that had been taken from one world or another. Zygerria, well Zygerria was more specialized in a way. They had all different sorts, certain slaves trained for combat, farm work, even mines. It was what made coming here worthwhile.
Vrak slowly maneuvered behind the guard, his lightsaber sitting at his hip, his eyes wandering over the sights. He wondered briefly about this place, for how much longer it would survive. Eventually the guard lead him to a...less ornate section of the city. A massive estate like structure that wound up and out, the two ending up on a large balcony overlooking a large field. Within the field were dozens, if not hundreds of chained men and women. Some appeared to be huddled beneath half built shacks, others seemed to have just returned from working the mines.
"Excellent." He told the Guard. "You may leave me for now."
His hand waved the Guard away. He would be perfectly safe here on the Balcony, and he wanted to watch the slaves in silence, gauge them for himself without the interference of their masters.