Darth Veles
Sweet Avreet
It wasn’t long until they sneaked back into the safe confines of Veles’ ship. While the young [member="Kendrix"] ensured the ‘prisoner’ felt comfortable enough once he woke up, the amphibious Sith moved into the cockpit and seized control over the sleek stealth vessel, departing from Coruscant. Punching in the coordinates of the capital of the Black Rose, namely Kesh, the ship headed in the provided direction, conveniently straight through the Galactic Alliance’s territory where Veles would try to make a very brief stop at Sullust. He had a mail to send. With a pleasant feeling of satisfaction warming his body, the Sith Lord couldn’t help but smile as a shimmering tunnel of blue and white lights consumed Your Deathbed, confirming their little victory.
Getting away with what they had done tasted sweeter than Corellian whiskey, and the Mon Cal briefly considered opening a bottle to celebrate with Kendrix – right until he remembered the girl did not drink alcohol, which meant a celebration with the whiskey bottle serving as the main protagonist had to wait for Darth Zarrah. Hoping to conjure a smile on the Sith Witch’s face after telling her the story, Avreet leaned back into the leather seat and relaxed, eyes shifting back and forth between monitors and the beautiful view offered by hyperspace travel. Only one more thing had to be done – maybe two, depending on how well the captured [member="Knight Mullarus"] behaved. Despite being staunchly against torture and executing captured and helpless beings, Veles would not hesitate to kill the man should he prove to be too much of a liability and danger.
With the ship guided by its systems without requiring his presence, the Sith stopped basking in gleeful success and rose from the seat, vanishing within the vessel's corridors in search of his apprentice. The Force betrayed her, showing him the girl's direction as he softly brushed over her presence like a ripple in the vast sea of the mysterious energy. She waited for the knight to wake up, of course, sporting a more casual attire now. Veles gave the man a hard glare, though softened his expression when his gaze darted to his legacy, curling his lips into a gentler smile. How did she feel about her accomplishments? Her eyes bombarded him with unspoken questions, but before a single word escaped her lips, the Sith Lord’s thick accent reached her ears, voice like a soothing balm aiming to dispel any and all doubt present within her mind.
“Excellent work, apprentice! Truly worthy of a Sith infiltrator!” he continued to praise the girl’s efforts, “Not only you have managed to infiltrate lord Soris’ personal fortress of a home – you have done so despite the guards being aware of your presence and intention. Congratulations, Acolyte!”
Several claps of his webbed hands accompanied the smile that only grew wider, the sudden motion made the cross-like lightsaber hanging on Veles’ belt dangle left and right like some strange adornment. It was a trophy signing its owner’s defeat and shame, not for long though.
“And if not for my untimely intervention, for which I sincerely apologize, you would have defeated your opponent. Amazing, my dearest student! You are very cunning, as any Sith should be! I am proud of you.” His tone changed, more calm and collected, and the Sith Lord's face reflected that. Gone was pride and joy, replaced by the usual stone cold expression worn by Avreet most of the time.
"How is our guest doing?" he questioned, doing little to hide contempt and sarcasm alike when speaking of the captive. He had no illusion about this one being differend from the rest of the One Sith, despite Kendy's words - he had made peace with the fact a long time ago. Now the Sith Acolyte had to learn the same lesson.
Getting away with what they had done tasted sweeter than Corellian whiskey, and the Mon Cal briefly considered opening a bottle to celebrate with Kendrix – right until he remembered the girl did not drink alcohol, which meant a celebration with the whiskey bottle serving as the main protagonist had to wait for Darth Zarrah. Hoping to conjure a smile on the Sith Witch’s face after telling her the story, Avreet leaned back into the leather seat and relaxed, eyes shifting back and forth between monitors and the beautiful view offered by hyperspace travel. Only one more thing had to be done – maybe two, depending on how well the captured [member="Knight Mullarus"] behaved. Despite being staunchly against torture and executing captured and helpless beings, Veles would not hesitate to kill the man should he prove to be too much of a liability and danger.
With the ship guided by its systems without requiring his presence, the Sith stopped basking in gleeful success and rose from the seat, vanishing within the vessel's corridors in search of his apprentice. The Force betrayed her, showing him the girl's direction as he softly brushed over her presence like a ripple in the vast sea of the mysterious energy. She waited for the knight to wake up, of course, sporting a more casual attire now. Veles gave the man a hard glare, though softened his expression when his gaze darted to his legacy, curling his lips into a gentler smile. How did she feel about her accomplishments? Her eyes bombarded him with unspoken questions, but before a single word escaped her lips, the Sith Lord’s thick accent reached her ears, voice like a soothing balm aiming to dispel any and all doubt present within her mind.
“Excellent work, apprentice! Truly worthy of a Sith infiltrator!” he continued to praise the girl’s efforts, “Not only you have managed to infiltrate lord Soris’ personal fortress of a home – you have done so despite the guards being aware of your presence and intention. Congratulations, Acolyte!”
Several claps of his webbed hands accompanied the smile that only grew wider, the sudden motion made the cross-like lightsaber hanging on Veles’ belt dangle left and right like some strange adornment. It was a trophy signing its owner’s defeat and shame, not for long though.
“And if not for my untimely intervention, for which I sincerely apologize, you would have defeated your opponent. Amazing, my dearest student! You are very cunning, as any Sith should be! I am proud of you.” His tone changed, more calm and collected, and the Sith Lord's face reflected that. Gone was pride and joy, replaced by the usual stone cold expression worn by Avreet most of the time.
"How is our guest doing?" he questioned, doing little to hide contempt and sarcasm alike when speaking of the captive. He had no illusion about this one being differend from the rest of the One Sith, despite Kendy's words - he had made peace with the fact a long time ago. Now the Sith Acolyte had to learn the same lesson.