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Brandr didn't move his hand. He just grinned as he stared her down, glaring right back into her eyes just as intensely as she was staring at him. The Force was wrapped around him like a heavy cloak, ready to lash out at her as he watched her change the course of the knife, stabbing it straight...

He watched her react and he wanted her to react more but she seemed determined to try and keep her reaction to a minimum. It was slightly disappointing but it was something that he could accept, something he could deal with, for now. He was, however, already fighting against the urge to make her...

Oooo touched a nerve had he? Brandr couldn't help but grin at the way she tensed up, immediately angry, over what he had said about joining up with the Sith. He had expected some rage but seeing a Valengard angry was rather a sight. Was it so bad that he wanted to see more of it? Probably not a...

Killing Jedi prisoners might work well as a way of getting the feral woman to prove her loyalties but he supposed that could wait. He didn't know of many prisoners that lasted long in the Empire when they were identified as Jedi but he supposed that was something that could be addressed in the...

Blinded to the Jedi's lies huh? Well, Brandr couldn't really say much about that. While he had been fighting Jedi in recent years, before he was fully accepted as a Sith, he hadn't actually had any experience with the damn monks. He had gone from being an untrained Deucalian to being a Sith and...

Well now... Looking for a war? Well, that was a rather blunt answer and he had to admit that he appreciated her candour in telling him. Sure, she couldn't have been lying but a combination of the Force and his natural intuition told him that she wasn't lying - she really had left their people...

He had to admit that he didn't mind the banter that she was willing to engage in - it was amusing to say the least. Too many of the people he spoke to were afraid of him. They didn't know what to say to someone like him but here she was doing it like a pro. It seemed that while he was a...

Credits! Finally! He had been beginning to wonder if the old coot even spoke basic with how much of a pain in the ass he was being for Brandr. But he had his credits and he had his mead and he now had a drinking partner so he couldn't complain too much, right? He chuckled a little bit and...

Brandr had to admit that he was getting a bit sick of Hoth as a planet. He had been born here, true, but he hadn't spent any time here due to moving on to be trained by Exiles. It was still a bit strange that he was getting bothered by the cold but it probably just had more to do with the ice...

Huh. She seemed to have gotten more... rigid? He wasn't sure what the right word for it was. She had gotten a touch more standoffish since he had made the comment about the Valengard. Was she upset? He couldn't imagine why she was upset. Surely as a Valengard herself she knew very well just how...

Was she though? Maybe she could understand death, maybe she was just fooling herself. Maybe she didn't really know anything about it at all and she was just trying to convince herself otherwise in a desperate attempt to not be overrun by her own emotions on the subject? He didn't care enough to...

Time to get to work. With his two lightsabers hidden beneath his leather jacket, Brandr stepped off the ship alongside Timenia, looking to all the Galaxy like just another smuggler or trader or whatever other type of person spent any time on Ryloth. He honestly only knew slavers and former...

Brandr had bothered to get a translator equiped with the Nightsister moonspeak that Talia insisted on using. He raised an eyebrow in the face of her anger but said nothing for now. He was getting sick of people assuming he was either drunk or hungover. Sure, he was Deucalian and he enjoyed a...

What was Gremja? He grunted as the latch was released and his armour was able to open up. Able to breathe again, even if it did hurt, Brandr was just glad that he wasn't going to be passing out from loss of breath just because of his stupid armour. Dropping the armour to the ground, Brandr...

Yay. He had wanted a guide but had he known that said guide was going to be this mewling quim then he would have asked for a paper map and a compass rather than spend more time with her and her stupidity and her sadness. Even now she reeked of sadness and he was rather sick of it. Hopefully...