[h2][center]~|Interstellar Space, near the Y’Toub System|~[/center][/h2]
[h3][center]~|Day 3, 7[sup]th[/sup] Hour|~
[u]Vebra Mirthios[/u][/center][/h3]



Vebra smiled as the Sith retorted back at him. Remove the cigarra with his middle and fore finger Vebra crossed his free arm and motioned at her with his cigar. "Oh? I thought you Sith were into that whole.... pet name thing. Regardless, drunken fights are always a fun distraction. They usually work on people that don't spend a lot of time at establishments like that one. So I would never insult your intelligence girl, just your... addictions." Vebra said with a laugh out of one side of his mouth as he placed the flavorful cylinder back into the other half of his mouth. Knowing that Fa would likely want to get on with it. He rather enjoyed when Sith would play his game, they were usually much more fun about it then a brooding captured fallen Jedi. They would usually just say how they were gonna kill them all when they got out of their chains blah blah blah. Sith would at least grant them rather specific explanations of how they were gonna kill him and his team in the most painful way possible.

Fa then shortly went on a bit of a monologue about the crushing unimportance of a single person in this galaxy. Which in Vebra's opinion was a bit overkill but he knew this was very much not the time to crack a joke. So he put on his rather solemn face and when Fa added that she should try to get her escape out of the way now Vebra decided to make her point a little bit further. "If you attempt to escape now I can promise only a broken hand. If you try later it will probably be a little bit more than that." Vebra said this without a hint of sarcasm or his usual jovialness. He was hoping that this wouldn't end with them having to dump her out an airlock but they would also have to rendezvous with a Republic vessel soon anyways so they would dump her there if she was cooperative. Though there was a certain simplicity to the airlock approach.