"I could sip you like a vintage wine," [Kressara]

[Slade Xandir]

"There are some things not all of us can control. In time, you will too learn that." He turned away from her, his voice releasing it's illustrious hunger to it, reverting to 'uninterested' as he faced the goaled planet. Dromund Kaas; the place where all souls either sharpened up or soldered away to ash. Many came to this planet, while others left quite differently than how they had arrived. Either physically, but more often than not, spiritually.
Time would tell how she did in such a hellish abode.

The ship lowered to the surface, and up he reared himself, something more or less determined. He was determined to get this over with, as more important things had required his attention. Seemingly something of mass importance had required his direct intervention before others had caught wind of it- being the selfish puppeteer that he was, he rather dabble his hands in the scenario before others had a taste.

The ramp lowered as the shuttle touched down upon the merciless humid planet. Of course he had alerted The Silver of the transfer prior to this, and the appropriate accommodations had been made to meet the order. The woman had been successfully handed off, and Blood remained on the ship, already zooming off to handle other nefarious matters.

[FIN]