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Baal could feel and the despair in the force from Zalina. It amused him, but not enough to make him stop. He continued to walk away until the blaster pistol went off. He would stop cold then, expecting the feel himself hit or the area around him exploding from a poorly aimed bolt. Instead he...

With a wave of his hand, he used the force to pluck the sword from Zalina's hands and return it to his own. Clucking his tongue at her as he did so, "tic tic tic. I had hoped you would have been a bit stronger then that. Sadly I see you are still the frail little child left behind on Onderon."...

Surprisingly he didn't get upset over her resistance. He in fact expected it. She was indeed never the type, rather a frail flower that would often wilt under the power of nearly anything before her, and while he enjoyed the wilting of her will, he knew there was something more within her...

Baal watched Zalina with eagerness. Finding her here of all places was a random act, but he liked to think it was the force, the dark side, guiding the event. Either way, her misfortune would be his good luck charm. Zalina exited the slave cage, dug around the dying slaver's quivering body...

She was right in her thinking. They could go round and round on the topic, but is would solve nothing. As he listened however, he could not help but understand her. She was not a truth Sith, at least not in the essence or ideas of Andraste. If anything she was a Dark Jedi. It made no...

The Zabrak was surprised by the slaver. He was either used to the Sith or the former Republic or Hutta, or he was sadly over calculating the abilities of his men. Baal would of perhaps gone easy and allowed the poor fool to live, if not for the snort. The sound causing Baal's blood to boil. It...

Baal was calmly glancing over the rest of the girls but his true focus was Zalina. By now the slaver thugs and their mouth piece had been pushed to the back of his mind. Because the truth was the Sith had no intention of paying a credit for what he could easily take for himself. The slaver could...

"There is no disrespect, I merely do not do the dance. You have questions, you wear your curiosity like that coat on your shoulders. It is your nature, Confessor. We are not far apart you and I, but you believe and have faith. Where I see and understand. The force simply is. It is what connects...

These low level slavers reminded him of used speeder salesmen. Slimy, spineless. They lacked the sophistication and circumstance of other more successful types. The slaver reached out his hand to shake Baal's and the Sith simply raised his brow in irritated questioning of the man. It didn't...

She had already knelt down beside him, he could see no reason to protest her joining him. Though he assumed it was her way of prying. A religious zealot or not. Her title or rather nickname spoke volumes. She was a trained inquisitor and interrogator. It was her job to scratch and claw out...

No matter who ran the verse, no matter what faction or empire controlled the Outer Rim. Tattooine had always and likely would always remain a place to get lost in. To find good, work, and deal in the black market in. The Hutt's before, the imperial republic after and soon the new Sith...

Baal was in meditation. It was something not often done by those among the Sith but was taught to him by his former Master. Like the waterfall before him. He was the lake and the dark side, the falls. An often overwhelming and unrelenting power of nature. The power of which ever so slowly but...

The Running Falls 04:00 @Taz , @EmilyHuene The chilling waters of the falls crashed into the lake. Baal Emari sat at the edge of a large rock at the edge of the lake, allowing the sounds of roaring water to carry over him and through him. Like the living force itself. The zabrak had found...