Holle gave consideration to the thought of just making someone talk, but dismissed it. Torture, as she assumed was the idea, had no place in her toolkit. It was messy, unreliable, and generally an untrustworthy way of achieving any kind of valuable information when the victim could just as...
There was a certain elegance to resolving a situation diplomatically. Of course, that did not seem to be the strong suit of those within the Sith Order in particular, but the Priests and Priestesses were meant to be the voices of reason within the Empire. Holle smiled, so sweet and polite, "Oh...
Three guests today, my it had gotten around fast that there was a new tenant in this complex. Of course, the way old women seemed to prattle on about nothing at all probably did not help keep it concealed. Not that she had intended to, but this Mum woman seemed nice nough if not a little chatty...
If anyone would like to meet up with a brand new Sith, I can leave this right here. Imperials are more than welcome and I look forward to meeting and writing with anyone that chooses to join in.
Rain pattered against the window of Holle's apartment on Dromund Kaas. The steady drone of the weather outside matched the hum of the refrigeration unit in the kitchenette, broken only by the intermittent crash of thunder. It was strange to be on a planet so different from Zeltros, where the...