Y'all Been Warned

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave hesitated for once, blood slowly drying on his lips. He cocked a brow to Vraukt before moving a hand to almost dismissively brush his hair back as he spoke, a slow and inconfident tone, one that gave way to the unsure behavior he held when it came to the Force itself.

“I uh… I guess I can try.”, he said.

With that, he rested his hand against the door itself, closing his eyes to concentrate. The air around him chilled and surged, only to find itself still against the skin. Without current, the interior of the ship felt uncomfortable, an unease within the vacumn of space. Often why simulated air currents were given to such transports ships. Still, there seemed to be an pulse that reverberated with the beat of a heart -

Ba-thump.

Again, it rang out throw them as The Slave concentrated further. It was obvious he was interacting with the Force, but not with a pleasant hand nor a skilled one, but one of power and force. Nothing made sound but the agony driven stress noises of the ship’s superstructure giving in to the growing pressure it felt from its interior.

In the next instance, a massive dent formed where The Slave’s hand once was, blooming the durasteel in the fraction of a second it took to blink and witness it once more. All at once there was a release of energy in the room, heat returning and the current returning. The Sith Acolyte however, made little more than an annoyed groan…

It wasn’t what he wanted. Slamming his hand into the uninjured frame around it, his knuckle split and offered its own blood to the situation. He tightened his teeth and turned Vraukt with anger still in his eyes, his tone equally a mixture of crimson overtones and annoyed undertones;

“Why did you even ask me!?”

│ [member="Vraukt"] │

 

[Kratacos]

Vraukt watched as he reached into the Force, feeling for the lives of the slaves within. Through the Force, they seemed calm, silent on the physical plane, and practically dead through the Force. Some were force sensitive, though not to the point that they'd actually serve a combative purpose, or for it to be developed. Essentially useless.

The Pureblood's hand twitched as he watched [member="The Slave"] at work.

And then... He frowned when a dent formed in the door suddenly, and then they made eye contact with each other, and Vraukt's features broke down into those of amusement.

"Amazing," Vraukt said with enough dryness to leave Manaan in a drought. "Feeling insecure?"

The silver hilt was palmed, and a moment later was ignited into the heavy doorway as the muscular Pureblood began the slow process of dragging it through the door.

"Go and make sure the Bridge is secure, then contact me."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave offered little more than a low growl as he watched Vraukt, obviously annoyed by the absolutely poor display of force powers he had control of. Still, after the dent was made there was a swirling energy about him, something so subtle that it’d be hard for those skilled in the arts to realise it was even there. Yet, despite this, it was dark and brooding, a blackness in the otherwise alabaster aura that followed him. It seemed sentient, ever watching, dragging its transparent and figurative fingers across Vraukt’s arms as he passed.

It wanted him. The careless red skin he carried. The organs he withheld from the outside world. It wanted everything he was, could be, and is. It was greed incarnate when it saw him, and it didn’t hide this.

However, despite how abhorrent the energy that followed The Slave was, he himself didn’t seem to react to it. Perhaps it was apart of him, or simply hid itself from him; but either way he couldn’t begin to realize just what it was that brought itself to his body, or what he was to do with it. His feet instead carried him through the small ship to the bridge where the other Sith had departed to, their work being his new goal.

In only a few moments, they’d see just what he came for. He had a message for those who would find this vessel, and there was little time for them to respond should all go well. They’d simply fight the absolute carnage left behind by the group.

[member="Vraukt"]

 

[Kratacos]

Vraukt acknowledged the presence of the Dark Side that wanted him, yearned for the very being within by ignoring it. Force forbid he rose to the challenge that [member="The Slave"] was throwing in his direction. The man had no grasp on his abilities within the Force, but that lingering aura was something that left the young Pureblood wary of proceeding with any hostile actions.

If he was attacked, well, he imagined the Human wouldn't last long.

But who knew what would happen in reality?

He's much more powerful than he looks.

Vraukt to himself after his companion was gone, and then he applied more effort at carving that hole through the bulkhead.

Muscles flexed through black robes, bunching around his biceps, minutes after the other Sith had departed. And then he finally made connection with the other part of the melted door, and he pulled, with the Force, which added even more difficulty to the task at hand as he chucked it down the hallway.

"Shame he can't use the Force properly," he said aloud this time as he entered the prisoner bay.

"Your Overlords have come to rescue you," the Pureblood said, pushing a hand through his dark hair as he slashed through the chains of all that were in reach. "Free each other, your rescue ship comes soon."

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The Slave sat in the once captain’s chair of the transport ship, feet propped on the command console while his fingers doddled on the holographic keyboard next to him. A thumb pressed against his lips, he scrolled through the various logs on where they were picking these slaves up and where exactly they were dropping them off. Lucky for him, the captain kept logs on nearly everything.

Rather unprofessional, he thought.

He offered little more than a soft sigh as he downloaded its entirety to a secondary data pad. In the same motion, he contacted the other sith as he wished him to, the subtle buzzing of their radio signalling his speech before it came through;

“Its secure. Your friends did the work before I got here.”, he said; his hand still idly searching the various private files the captain kept. He was just coming across the saucy romance taking place aboard the ship...

│ @Vraukt │