[i]Things hadn't gone[/i] exactly [i]to plan but it had gone well enough.[/i] Thought Naraal as he sat in the passenger chair in the cockpit, his silver eyes glancing towards the nervous pilot beside him. She was a Twi'lek, her skin the palest of blues, her lekkus falling in front of her shoulders freely. She wore the standard garbs for space travel, a uniform that was unspecific of her allegiance and finger-less gloves. 

"Was all this really necessary?!" she asked, her voice a bit shaken, her eyes barely daring to glance towards the force user. "I would have taken you there without all of this-this bloodshed!" 

Naraal chuckled a bit, his arms hidden within his earthen -and now bloodsoaked- robes, his hood still pulled back. "Let the good times roll is what I say. What's the use in fretting over the past," He commented to her overzealous. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to convince the mother to calm down, her death was her own fault. And in the end, it was of use to him because of her death, the daughter had filed right into line, being dominated by his show and feeding his increasing hunger for the dark side with her fear. 

He had never imagined [i]this[/i] was how the brutes of the galaxy had maintained control over their captives. A show of malice, of sheer primal aggression, and she was purely frightened; suddenly everyone saw you as some greater being, a cut above the rest. It was no wonder that he was craving the dark side so greedily, he realized that the rush of power drowned out the hurt of betrayal. It left him with a numbness that felt like freedom. 

That was an hours ago though, now he approached the epicenter of the ripples, the battleground that prodded at him on Virgilla 7. He had asked the pilot what planet it was, his curiosity filled with exuberance, one that he felt inspired some negative emotion in the woman. 

"... Abridon," she answered after a moment of shock, staring out the cockpit window at the battleships in the near-distance. "A-apparently its the battlefield for a war. C-can we not get too close? or how about I just shoot you out towards the planet in a pod." 

"Sure," He answered casually, leaving the cockpit and heading towards the very back of the craft to the pods. Once inside, he let the knife that he had killed the mother with fall from his hand. The Twi'lek had known he still held it, he could sense the perpetual fear resonating from her as he sat patiently beside her. It was much more nurturing than just out right killing her. It was like a endless supply of refined snacks. 

[i]Now, off to see what this battle is all about. the anguish is calling to me... or rather i'm drawn to it.[/i]