Talak could feel the rage flowing off of her like a geyser. It didn't even take an attempt on his part to hear it because it was like fireworks in his mind. Not only that, but it fed his own anger. He knew there were others in the Sith Eternal that engaged in slavery, but he didn't like it. Slavery was one of the societal leeches that Talak wanted to purge, and to his mind it was a fate worse than death.
He was planning to just bait them into a fight, his hand just barely starting to reach for his sword, when Trys seemed to have another plan. She slipped into a casual role as a dealer.
That wasn't what he had expected....
He decided that he could play the part of her enforcer, mostly because the look of death was already in his eyes. One of the scum kept glancing over at him nervously, but Talak didn't say anything. He tried to cover up the surprise in his eyes when he saw Trys pull some spice out of her shoe
What?! Are you serious? he questioned, before managing to get his face back to neutral again. She seemed perfectly adept at dealing with this situation, and Talak just stood there in brooding silence.
Zaltor Dris, he said. They started looking at one another, and the spikes of fear in the Force were clear as day. They knew who he was and they were terrified of him.
Never heard of him. You can keep your sweets, he said after a moment. It was clearly a lie that they didn't know him, but their fear of the man outweighed their desire for the product.
We have some business for him, Talak said. He reached out with the Force. It wasn't a true Force trick, but he pressed on the holes in the man's mind, weakening his will.
The Rodian started to look confused for a moment. I... I don't know... he said, and Talak hoped that Trys would continue to push forward with questions. They might have an opportunity, but he couldn't be blatant about it.
He was planning to just bait them into a fight, his hand just barely starting to reach for his sword, when Trys seemed to have another plan. She slipped into a casual role as a dealer.
That wasn't what he had expected....
He decided that he could play the part of her enforcer, mostly because the look of death was already in his eyes. One of the scum kept glancing over at him nervously, but Talak didn't say anything. He tried to cover up the surprise in his eyes when he saw Trys pull some spice out of her shoe
What?! Are you serious? he questioned, before managing to get his face back to neutral again. She seemed perfectly adept at dealing with this situation, and Talak just stood there in brooding silence.
Zaltor Dris, he said. They started looking at one another, and the spikes of fear in the Force were clear as day. They knew who he was and they were terrified of him.
Never heard of him. You can keep your sweets, he said after a moment. It was clearly a lie that they didn't know him, but their fear of the man outweighed their desire for the product.
We have some business for him, Talak said. He reached out with the Force. It wasn't a true Force trick, but he pressed on the holes in the man's mind, weakening his will.
The Rodian started to look confused for a moment. I... I don't know... he said, and Talak hoped that Trys would continue to push forward with questions. They might have an opportunity, but he couldn't be blatant about it.